Chapter 121: The Seven Killings Blade

Under the dilapidated eaves hung a spiderweb. Insects, drawn by the dim light, blundered blindly into the trap, becoming nothing more than sustenance for the spider.

The Tongfu Inn was much like a web already spun. Whether it was Liu Shen, the old man and the youth, or the bandits from Black Wind Fortress, from the moment they stepped into the courtyard, they were like those insects, stumbling unknowingly into the trap. Under the flickering torchlight, one could faintly perceive the thin, silken threads appearing and disappearing in the shadows.

In the parking lot, beyond the sports cars belonging to the team captains, were the shuttle buses dedicated to each team. They were plastered with group photos of the starting players, making it nearly impossible for anyone to mistake their vehicle. This style of "ita-sha" (pain car) amused Li Cheng.

The household staff had grown accustomed to the master's newfound temperament. Seeing him lift his young wife, they each wore joyful smiles before silently slipping away.

Tang Yu and Tang Li naturally spoke up in Xu Anhao's defense, though they were careful not to exaggerate; they merely emphasized that she was not as troublesome or repulsive as the rumors suggested.

Upon learning the news, Fu Mingyuan’s expression darkened, and he went to the psychologist's office to inquire about Su Tian’s condition.

With a thunderous bang, Lu Ming’s fist slammed into the headboard, punching clean through the wood.

These ghosts, each with a different face, stared at Chu Yang with vacant, foolish smiles, as if gazing upon something truly beautiful.

No sooner had the lion vanished than Chen Yichen felt a force like ten thousand galloping horses surging from his opponent's palm. Immediately after, a much denser wave of heat enveloped the tiger, instantly splitting into three streams that approached from different directions, encircling the cold current.

This was the main hall of the Lingyun Sect, the sanctuary of the Holy Venerable. The old man sitting in the center of the hall was Liu Chen, the current Holy Venerable of the Holy Realm. Beyond this title, he also served as the current sect leader of the Lingyun Sect.

It would not just be Wen Hongyu who would be embarrassed when the time came. The hateful part was that he was a germaphobe; if he didn't want to pull Wen Hongyu up, he had no choice but to coax him into getting up himself.

"I hope you can pull it off." Looking at him now, Commander Wu felt a flicker of unexpected affection.

Seeing how stubborn Dr. Li was, Yang Yu felt it best not to say anything more; after all, the man meant well.

"Brother Yehong, it is all finished. Whether this first furnace succeeds or fails depends on luck, but I trust Dr. Mo. His craftsmanship is truly exceptional," Wang Yan remarked, seemingly very satisfied with the furnaces before them.

"I must taste this. It’s a specialty from our base area." As he spoke, Chen Yang took the pipe, lit it, and took a puff, immediately breaking into a coughing fit.

In the final days of his life, he had developed a conditioned reflex to the shadows and voices of his son and daughter-in-law; the moment he heard or saw them, he would tremble uncontrollably.

To be honest, in the heart of every new recruit in Anyi County, there was that moment when Yue Cong threw himself onto the city wall, heedless of his own life.

Afterward, Old Xie made several more calls—one to Old Liao and one to Old Wu—with the same purpose: to organize a group dinner for the evening.

Every single one of them was dealt with without leniency, with sentences of at least two years, effectively clearing up the order within the Qu estate and bringing down many of the old powerful clans.

Liao Fang was confused. What was happening? Had he misheard? What was this all about? While he wanted to demolish it too, it required money—at least a few million.

This Lady Margaret certainly did love to joke. Holding the map, Xing Yue followed the directions, heading toward the Cathedral of Favonius.

It was rumored that the New Dynasty had purchased the minting technology of the Zhengyuan Firm and was surely planning to strike new currency. It seemed the New Dynasty intended to erase every trace of the old one.

Originally, he had thought that befriending Chu Zhi was equivalent to securing an unshakable backer. To win Chu Zhi's favor, he and his sister, Ning Ran, had even gone so far as to break ties with Ye Mu.

Shi Yi walked past them calmly. These were merely people who had been injured within the earthly paradise, and in Shi Yi's eyes, they were already categorized as useless. He was suddenly startled—when had such a thought taken root in his mind?