Chapter 115: Clues

"Just business, no need to thank me..." Zhou Yongjian waved his hand dismissively, then sternly warned, "Let me be clear from the start: this military token may not hold much power, but it represents my own reputation."

"Giving you this token is meant to help your Qing Sha Gang's trading house establish smooth connections throughout the Lingnan region, sparing you from petty troublemakers. But if you use it to cause chaos and ruin my name, don’t blame me when I turn my back on you."

"Naturally..."

Nie Fan wasn’t that foolish. When he heard the insult and saw a group of fierce-looking men rushing over, he knew things had taken a turn for the worse. How had he inadvertently provoked such a formidable gang today?

Tao Mengran looked at me with a pleading gaze, clearly hoping I wouldn’t leave at this moment. I winked at her, signaling her to handle things herself, then I pulled Jin Fan away.

She lowered her head slightly, wrestling with a difficult choice. Finally, she took a deep breath, preparing to reveal the secret she had long kept buried.

Once we find out where those items surfaced, we can follow the trail back to the seller and uncover the real thief. Zhang Baichuan’s belongings aren’t easy to come by.

"Alright." Jin Yan’s thoughts likely mirrored mine, so he agreed without hesitation. At that moment, I saw the python’s eyes flutter open briefly, tears seemingly welling up again.

"Fine, I won’t try to persuade you. Just tell me—what do you intend to do by bringing me and the child here?" At this point, that was more pressing than my growling stomach.

The moon was full again. Zhao He sat by the window, gazing through the wooden bars at the enormous silver orb hanging in the night sky. Her lap was spread with needles, thread, and silk cloth. These past days, she had passed her time this way—resting when tired, stitching when awake. Though it seemed peaceful, she was actually enduring a gilded cage of torment.

After speaking, Orianna rose gracefully, stepping around the bodies on the floor, and slowly approached the door that had been broken open.

Tian Ci only realized after calculating that Tang Yan was a third-generation demon enchantress. Becoming a demon enchantress was far harder than normal cultivation. To advance to a fourth-generation demon enchantress, Tang Yan must pass through the Ten Thousand Ghosts’ Cavern. Taking a breath, Tian Ci relayed this to Tang Yan.

Chu Xiu finally felt at ease, setting aside Shen Yu temporarily to focus fully on preparing Yun Cheng’s wedding. She ordered the renovation of an old garden within the Yun estate, modeled after the grandeur of Rong Jin Hall, to serve as Yun Cheng’s new marital residence. The matriarch named it "Clear Cloud Hall."

Qi Yinyang thought to himself: It seems the Thunder Sect is determined to acquire this at all costs, investing heavily. Could it be they’re also after the Ten Thousand Buddha Lamp?

Li Chengze knew each child’s personality well, but he was truly busy and couldn’t oversee everything. Since the empress was not their birth mother, it was improper to interfere too much. The birth mother would not take kindly to meddling—she might suspect ulterior motives.

Without mercy, the blow landed squarely in the groin, the foolish spike piercing the neck. Blood splattered, staining the snow with a streak of crimson.

Under cover of night, Hui Lan used her only available object-control technique to infuse the well in her courtyard with spiritual spring water. The benefit was for herself—this was the water she used for cooking and drinking. Regularly adding spiritual spring water ensured she alone reaped the advantage.

Guo Tanxiang stared blankly at Chen Langya, her flirtatious eyes sparkling, yet she felt puzzled. Hadn’t they just spoken of dealing with Dongfang Tianyun? Was she suddenly changing course now?

"Come here." Inside the room, the man spoke again, his voice lazy and casual, yet laced with unwavering determination.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xuan smiled inwardly. No wonder he was so happy when he met Wang Hao earlier—it turned out Chu Ya had painted him a grand vision.

"I know you’re angry that I kept things from you. The truth is, I just didn’t want you to worry. Please don’t be mad at me, okay?" Lü Xianger buried her head in Huo Qingsong’s embrace, her voice muffled and soft.