Volume One, Chapter 82: Qin Bao Achieves Merit, The Emperor Rejoices!

The soldier went to deliver the message.

Before long, Ma Boyuan entered, cupping his fists. “Little Martial Uncle!”

Qin Bao smiled and said, “It’s already late at night. If you’re not resting, what brings you here?”

“Come in,” Madam Hu called over her shoulder. A maid brought in medicine, and Madam Hu summoned the others to attend to her.

But as for Mistress Yu, the matter had already been brought to her attention. With this sudden change of plans, who could say what she might be thinking? Earlier, her resistance had been quashed, snuffing out any desire she had to invest. If another incident arose now, things could become quite troublesome.

Let me do it. Han Lin strode over and lifted Mo Huasheng onto his back. Qiao Qing glanced anxiously at Mo Huasheng, but Han Lin gave a faint smile and said, “Don’t worry, girl. His life is tough—he won’t die. We should hurry back!” In this world, the only person Han Lin would carry on his back was likely Mo Huasheng alone.

When he unleashed his active skill a second time, not only did he instantly defeat two or three hundred half-health players near the front line—even the regular soldiers, who boasted higher stats, lost nearly a third of their health in a single blow.

Qiao Qing looked at the bandages wrapped around Mo Huasheng and his pale face, then nodded firmly and said, “He looks terrible—absolutely dreadful.”

The servants had already changed Zheng Rui’s clothes, washing away the blood, but his face remained deathly pale, making for a chilling sight.

So that’s how it is… A light of understanding flashed in Qiao Qing’s eyes. This must be the shop jointly opened by Mo Liuyun and Qiao Xinran, that pair of betrothed.

When Yun Xiao and his nephew Yun Lan arrived at Bright Moon City, Su Lishang, who had traveled with them all along, silently slipped into the city as well. He descended from the sky and appeared directly before Wei Xiangjun.

“Why? If you wish to be the new emperor of Scorching Sun, do you not need peace in the land? Why slaughter us ordinary folk?” an old man cried out in anguish.

After Qin Junxi turned to leave, Duan Hanxin snorted and hurried after him.

With a soft sound, the black lotus above the coffin wafted upwards, its thousand purple rays swirling like a misty tide. The black petals swayed, and the purple light rose in layers, surging toward Liu Tuo.

“So you mean that sparring with your peers is nothing but a waste of time for you?” Xiahou Jinkang suddenly spoke, his tone as cool and neutral as ever, perfectly in keeping with his usual severity. At this moment, though, none could discern his true feelings toward Xiahou Jin’s words.

“This is the place?” The man stepped off the ship, his black military boots sinking into the soft sand—a stark contrast. He wore camouflage fatigues, his muscular bronzed arms exposed, their perfect lines highlighted in the sunlight.

There were countless disciples in Xuanji City, their attire indistinguishable from outsiders, save for the badges they wore on their chests.

“I truly didn’t expect you to care so much about the affairs of the Scorching Sun Empire,” Ling Ran remarked with a peculiar expression. She hadn’t known Lei Yu for long, but her instincts told her that Lei Yu was neither a saint nor a meddlesome do-gooder who would draw her sword at the first sign of injustice. That was precisely why she found this puzzling.

After the strategy for suppressing the bandits was set, everyone dispersed to rest. Liu Zhi, however, hurried to Liu Binglie’s quarters, where he flattered him and broached the subject of a marriage alliance. Liu Binglie was delighted. “With your rare talent for statecraft, to have you as a son-in-law makes the Liu army invincible. Rest assured, once the bandits are dealt with, I shall discuss it with Lan Hua.”

In a plainly decorated courtyard, a middle-aged man sat quietly, sipping tea beneath the dark night sky… He seemed to be waiting—for news.