Chapter 56: The Siege of Reporters

Shi Yi found Gu Jia’s answer a bit odd. Feng Ming, noticing her curiosity, leaned in and whispered, “Even though we’re police officers, this case is ultimately being handled by the Criminal Investigation Unit. Unless we have permission, they can’t reveal any details to us about the case.”

Suddenly, Shi Yi understood. Of course—with a homicide like this, if everyone who asked could get an answer, the murderer would be alerted and run before long.

When Xu Zhe stepped into the arena, a wave of deafening cheers surged through the air, the crowd roaring with such fervor that their faces turned bright red from the effort. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but after a long pause, he gave up. Seeing he did not say anything, I let it go and turned to leave.

My mind was tangled with pointless thoughts, and I forgot to respond. Shen Duo sat across from me, watching me all the while. As if compelled, I met his gaze.

The other trainees fell silent at those words. Zhang Biao was right—with their abilities, Blackstone Academy truly did surpass Adolf Academy.

Lin Xifan nodded, then passed the message along, and the group set off on foot toward Fresh Breeze Park.

If not for Kaja and Erica’s persistent invitations—and in the end, Lux’s refusal making it awkward for Erica and the others, so they too tried to persuade—if it hadn’t been decided that Liu Hao and Lux would represent everyone, he would never have come.

“Damn it!” Lu Feiyang snorted coldly and used a Charm on the man. “Stay here!” he ordered icily.

Thinking of this, Wei Yan felt a hint of regret—if only he’d kept a few spirit stones back when he was with the Myriad Venoms Sect, things wouldn’t have come to this.

Shen Duo, it was you who made me believe that dreams could come true. Now, in this state, there’s no one else to blame.

Every advertising agency that had a contract with Zhao Xiaofei withdrew their ads, and all her pre-arranged film and television roles were canceled.

Encouraged by the village chief, Dalong downed his drink in one go, only to realize it hadn't been watered down. The chief was drinking something different from the rest—duplicitous, yes, but just his style.

The King of Evil Spirits awakened her from history because she had originally been one of Rea’s own. Although the King of Evil Spirits had already left Rea at that time, in the eyes of the world, she was still associated with him.

Even knowing how great an opportunity this was, Yue Shuai and the others couldn’t help but feel a strange sort of disappointment, as if to say, “I went to all this trouble, and this is all I get?”

Gao Yang didn’t ask him to keep an eye out for Azure Wind and Azure Royal—he was too cunning. In Carefree Sword, they were evenly matched, but Gao Yang always seemed to get the worst of it. He couldn’t let him find out about the equipment devouring ability.

“What are you doing!” Even someone as composed as Sasuke would lose his cool in this situation, let alone Yuzang, who nervously took a step back.

Shadow was trembling with rage! So it was all just a misunderstanding? Of course Basta believed it; under his soul-searching interrogation, not even a demon could lie, let alone a subordinate who might not know what the higher-ups were planning. And this demon was no minor figure—his superior was surely someone formidable.

He nodded, glancing at the arm resting on his shoulder. It was just like before, but nothing was the same anymore.

At that moment, Sabei could do nothing but crouch on the ground and sob plaintively.

Yuzang wrapped his right hand with threads, gripping the sword that pierced his chest with all his strength. With the other hand, he sent out a mass of threads, binding the assailant who had ambushed him.

Ajiu sighed deeply after hearing this. Well, she had been outwitted by the clever barbarian.

Years had passed since their farewell, and though Su Run still had that handsome face, it now bore traces of hardship and maturity. The ethereal, otherworldly aura he once possessed was gone; he looked more like an ordinary mountain dweller.

“Qingqing, you should go back and rest. Look at your eyes—they’re bloodshot from exhaustion. If you don’t rest, you won’t be able to finish your tasks, and do you really want to drag the rest of us down?” Zhang Xiaolan was straightforward and upright, and though her actions could be blunt, it did not mean she was foolish.

When the Ice Demon Sect disciples saw their own elders kneeling, they immediately followed suit, imitating as they knelt and echoed the same words.

Because of this brief pause, Mingxi once again found herself surrounded by Xin Wuqing’s powerful subordinates.

“So you were prepared all along.” The system had been worried for nothing; its host had left a backup plan before the rumors even spread.

Several years passed, and once, while on a mission near the Qinling Mountains, he decided to visit the village again.

She didn’t dare look at her grandparents, nor at her mother, and least of all at her husband, whose gaze now burned into her. She turned away, opened the passenger door, and got into the car.

Yet at this moment, she could not leave the presence of the Third Prince. Since he had spoken thus, it meant their discussion was far from over.

Su Zhan was momentarily speechless. All these years he’d been busy preparing for war in the southern frontier and had never considered starting a school.

He didn’t believe Lu Chen was deceiving her—after all, they all moved in the antiques circle, and it would be easy to spot a lie.

Several of the Lin family elders said my father’s internal injuries were too severe, his meridians destroyed. Even if he woke, he would not have long to live.

Impossible. My foolish brother couldn’t possibly hate me so much. If he wanted to kill me, he wouldn’t go to such lengths—he simply doesn’t have the mind for it. He’s not that kind of person.

A tall, lean figure hovered in the air, gazing down with arrogance at over a hundred battered figures gathered in the ruins below, each of them bloodied and wounded.

Faces of Lin Xiao, the old steward, my father—they kept flashing through my mind. They’d joined forces to dig a huge pit for me, all to swindle me out of the Tianshan Snow Lotus. But would they really just vanish like that?

As they entered the reception hall, Qian Yemeng and Murong Xiao both frowned almost simultaneously. As soon as they stepped inside, they felt as if the temperature had suddenly dropped, a chill sweeping over them.

Led by Qingfeng, they descended underground for about five minutes before finally reaching the secret dungeon of the Crown Prince’s residence.

“Is it confirmed as the Fish Intestines Sword?” Lu Chen was thrilled. Though he’d already had it authenticated by Jin Guang, only he could see those results; evidence based on scientific analysis from the Palace Museum, however, could be made public.

But he hadn’t lied. With current medical technology, this illness was no longer a death sentence. Treatment, however, was time-consuming, costly, and required a high degree of cooperation from all three parties.