Chapter 44 was somewhat unexpected.

"Impossible." Elder Wang refused to believe it, hastily grabbing his younger brother's arm. "Jianjun, use your connections, go and ask around. How could Changzhi ever do such a thing?"

"Even though he has a bad temper, he is simply not that kind of person. How could he possibly..."

Before Elder Wang could finish, Wang Jianjun interrupted him. "Brother, there is likely no mistake about Changzhi's situation."

Although he also felt that there were numerous suspicious elements to the affair, the inquiries he had just made—

The operatives he sent out had been flagrantly eliminated by Liu Shuang. This was something he simply could not tolerate. As the nation's Vice Chairman, being openly defied by a triad boss in such a manner was beyond endurance. A chilling, steely gleam flickered in Liu Zhi's eyes, resembling a hunter plotting how to spring a trap on his prey.

Now, even if she wanted to take it back, it was already too late. Gritting her teeth, Wang Shufen also wrote down the name of Honest Zhao, who ran the general store.

Therefore, for someone with political ambitions like him, money was something that must never be touched. To make matters worse, Xu Heng had actually been so bold as to come straight to his office to deliver a bribe—wasn't this bloody bastard trying to get him killed?

"...Looking at Yu Pianpian's smile, Fu Yunnuan always felt as though some extremely troublesome matter was afoot, and that she would very likely fall right into a trap."

At this moment, what Xu Gang feared most was some do-gooder suddenly leaping out from nowhere. In the past, he was always the one playing that role, but today the tables had turned, and it was his turn to be the beneficiary of someone else's chivalry. Just thinking about it felt pathetic enough.

"Well! It must be just outside the city, I suppose! After all, we just killed a city lord! The entire Martial Realm will probably put out a bounty on both of us!" Fan Yu curled his lip, looking rather helpless as he spoke to Qing Nifeng beside him.

The disciples surrounding them had previously witnessed Tai Xiahong pull off such stunts in public.

His meaning was: the Void truly possesses neither increase nor decrease. The afflictions and life-and-death of worldly beings all arise from upside-down grasping at appearances and deluded thoughts. It is like a person in a dream, who is not dead yet speaks of death, unable to perceive their own mind. If one sees hell, in what way is that death? Such false appearances are ultimately neither permanent, real, nor enduring. How can one mistake them for truth, treat them as a fixed rule, and recklessly establish definitions?

Suddenly, an unprecedentedly heavy sense of responsibility fell upon his shoulders. He gripped his coiling-dragon saber tightly and executed a swift gale slash. Without uttering another word, he followed closely behind the three blade auras, charging straight at Li Hai.

Demanding an important official or general might invite hesitation, but a mere imperial concubine? If they wanted her, she would be given to them.

Having completed the first three conditions, a new riddle was tossed out—as if he wouldn't be happy unless he tortured himself. Zheng Peng truly had to admire him a bit.

Therefore, the actions of the War Wolves this time were essentially broadcast live from start to finish. Not only the players in Craig City, but players across the entire server were watching closely, and even foreign nations gathered intelligence through various channels.

Surrounded by thousands of troops for five days while still having so many survivors was not due to how heroic the Tang soldiers were or how incompetent the Tibetan soldiers were. It was primarily because the Tibetans clearly wanted to capture prisoners alive. Their attacks were aimed at exhausting the Tang army's arrows and stamina, and they would often retreat before even reaching the halfway point of the mountain slope, hoping to wear the Tang forces down to death.

He had long since been aware of this kind of covert jealousy and backstage maneuvering.

Unobservable, incomprehensible, and cognitively inaccessible, this method of directly severing a former 'past' from the ethereal concept of space-time and projecting it into the present far surpassed any worldly technique like 'Resurrection of the Dead'. So-called 'miracles' and 'divine interventions' could not describe even a ten-thousandth of it.

They wore breastplates and held long swords, while several archers on the city wall watched Yang Hao and his companion vigilantly. The leader was a middle-aged man with a blank expression, a distinct scar running down his left cheek.

It was both romantic and cooling. A misty spray of cool water brushed against exposed skin, blurring the view before them. Glancing at the beauty by his side, she possessed a unique charm, akin to viewing flowers through a veil of mist.