Chapter 44: Regarding Mental Power

Commander Yu Guang of the Tenth District Army had grown accustomed to Lian Fei’s occasional distraction and was now quite adept at guiding her along the path to prevent her from stumbling.

After walking for ten minutes, they arrived before a small villa. Yu Guang pressed the doorbell, and within seconds, the main door slid open automatically.

Familiar with the place, the commander stepped inside without hesitation.

“I thought you’d never set foot in my home again,” came a voice.

On the second floor of the villa, all the rooms had been cleared out. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, Shen Xifeng, who was enjoying a pleasant moment of being pampered, heard a loud bang—his door was suddenly kicked open.

“Just wait and see,” he muttered. The highest cultivation level among the four great families was at the middle Nascent Soul stage. Once he consumed Nian Nian’s advancement pill, he would reach the great圆期 of the Nascent Soul.

Having narrowly escaped death’s door, Xiao Yan was drenched in cold sweat, nervously touching his neck.

Upon entering, Chen Qi’s gaze swept across the room and immediately fell upon a lone soul crouched in the corner.

He was a man without limits; to him, swearing oaths was as commonplace as daily meals, holding no real power over him.

Dongfang Qi was an unfathomable figure. Now entangled with the Crown Prince, she had no desire to meet anyone.

Xiao Nana hurriedly followed her grandfather’s steps, leaving the Su family, though her heart was heavy with frustration. The banquet’s spotlight had clearly been on her moments ago, yet now everything had shifted.

“That person is Li Lianyi, who serves by the Prime Minister’s side. The Prime Minister clearly made several preparations—he intended to kill Li Chang’an,” Shen Shu Xiu said in a hushed tone.

The ghost’s single eye darted swiftly through every crack and crevice, taking in the entire scene of Hanmo Industrial.

She was right. Perhaps he had never truly understood her, not even knowing the extent of her martial skills. Seeing her now, he realized with surprise that he was unaware she could perform the sword dance.

Concealed by the power of the world itself, even if a demigod or pseudo-god appeared, as long as his avatar was unwilling, it was impossible for anyone to detect his presence.

Zhao Yingkong gritted her teeth and stepped back. Just as Zheng Zha was ready to pursue, an overwhelming sense of danger washed over him once again—nearly matching the gravest threats he had ever faced. His heart stirred with a strong premonition.

“Hmm?” Murong Shenxia looked at Zheng Xiyuan in confusion. A gentle evening breeze stirred her silky hair, and beneath the moonlight, a faint blush colored her cheeks. Her intoxication was beginning to fade, and naturally, she recalled the words she had spoken in the tavern just moments before, spoken in a fit of temper.

The Armored Man! Though a fabricated demon, his strength was undeniable. Even Ye Hui, who had absorbed two forces, was no match for him. This alone proved that among the great圆境 masters, the Armored Man was among the elite.

After Dongfang Yu had left, the man approached and sat in front of the carriage. Before departing, he drew back the curtain to glance at Ling Qingyan, his eyes flickering with an inscrutable light, as if caught in some inner struggle.

She revealed everything she knew to Master Jiu Jie. Shocked and furious, he recognized the matters concerning the Blood Sha Sect—rumors he had heard from the disciples of the Seven-Color Venerable.

Chu Xuan led a contingent of soldiers to snipe the flying insects climbing up the cliff, with Zero Point assisting covertly.

“Damn it! I already told that old man Xun Yue you’d definitely come—you can’t go back on your word and embarrass me!” Guo Jia cursed the moment he heard Gao Shun say he wouldn’t attend. The expletive came directly from Gao Shun himself.

“Is that so? It’s good to hear Li Xiaoyi is fine. We’ll talk as we go, Zhan Lan,” Zheng Zha said, edging toward the passage. Though the temperature remained high, the continuous pouring of the solidified liquid made it barely passable.

These old-timers, reduced to such a state here, were likely puppets controlled by their family elder councils. The title of clan leader was little more than a farce.