Chapter 72: Hidden Motives

Wang Heng was pure and adorable; Yang Rui’s smile grew even warmer. He said softly, “Since you’re now my little sister, it’s only right to give you a small gift on our first meeting.” As soon as he finished speaking, a servant following behind hurried forward and presented a small box. “It’s nothing much, just something for you to play with,” Yang Rui said, taking the box and handing it to Wang Heng.

Wang Heng blinked her large eyes. She didn’t understand the complex relations between adults, but she knew—anyone would assume that, as her ex-boyfriend, he must know Qi Ning better than anyone else. Unfortunately, He Xian thought about it and realized he didn’t understand her all that well after all.

The usually snow-white dog now had a face smudged with gray, four dirty paws, bits of grass clinging to its fur, and eyes full of grievance, though its tongue lolled out and its tail wagged.

Though this girl knew medicine, there were no good remedies outside the palace. He would have to send someone to deliver some. He Wei nodded. Su Jue had mentioned that Mu Qingzhu was very intelligent, and from her behavior now, her ability to learn was indeed impressive.

However, this was not the initial stage of the Unified Realm, but rather, he had already surpassed the midpoint within that realm. With just half a step further, he could break into the Second Grade of the Unified Realm.

“But saving you isn’t much trouble…” Yang Qizhou shifted the subject, causing the leader of the Dead Cult to widen his eyes, his face flushing as he coughed violently, clearly caught off guard.

Even if they couldn’t wipe them all out, who could guarantee his blade wouldn’t fall on their heads?

The manor had many servants: some attended to the masters’ daily needs, others maintained the grounds and gardens, and some looked after the vegetable and fruit orchards behind the estate.

Lounging on the sofa, Su Jue listed the difficulties facing industrialization. If Mu Qingzhu really did travel back to the late Qing dynasty to start a rebellion and push toward modernization, there might still be hope.

Yang Qizhou was tempted to throw away this ‘quasi-legendary’ relic from the Old Days, but the two effects were simply too powerful—he couldn’t bear to part with it.

“Where… is this?” Sang Li had seen such scenes before, having encountered them in previous dreams.

It was clear the other party already considered the Dragon King’s followers as enemies, which was why they acted so decisively.

This thing bounced as it ran. I felt like I was riding a giant “Jumping Dragon”—with each bounce covering more than ten meters. It ran and leapt, its speed matching the cars on the road, causing drivers to stare, thinking they’d seen a monster.

Yet the sword in his hand could now withstand such force, which delighted him immensely.

But just as the two were deep in conversation, a white van suddenly stopped at the intersection ahead.

After dinner, night had fallen. Old Master Ye, still unsatisfied, pulled Sang Li aside to continue chatting, seemingly intent on telling her everything about Ye Juan, before finally revealing his true purpose.

There were apologies, offers of coffee—the crew had no further objections, thanked them, and dispersed.

However, the monks showed not a hint of fear. Instead, they glared fiercely at Wu Zhi, acting as if he was in the wrong, even though it was clearly their fault.

The city guards trembled as they looked up; the demon wolf began to flee in panic, while the skeletons dissolved into magical power, swirling around the monsters above the town.

Meanwhile, Qi Bufan and Chu Xiaoyun’s auras clashed, rising higher and higher, with Qi Bufan clearly gaining the upper hand.

In truth, it was all the same. Li Jianrui was now playing this role—there was no way back, only forward.

“I truly don’t know. If I did, I’d have purified all three of you already, instead of letting you roam free and wreak havoc, especially you,” retorted Qiu Ruoming, who was attached to Long Ying, refusing to back down.