Volume 1, Chapter 53: The Miraculous Doctor Found with the Help of the Chief Minister

The officials, having just finished their meal and stepped out of the dining hall, immediately encountered Meng Lan, whose face was ashen as he listened to the steward speak. The group exchanged uneasy glances, a bad premonition settling in their hearts.

Hastily, one of them asked, “Lord Meng, has something happened?”

“Could it be that the swindler has harmed someone?”

Meng Lan hesitated, unsure of what to say. The person was being held within his mansion, yet had disappeared at a critical moment. Speaking this truth aloud would inevitably lead to accusations of harboring a fugitive.

As expected, the officials’ faces darkened upon hearing his words, their eyes burning with anger as if they could roast him alive.

“Lord Meng, surely you’re not toying with us…”

The scene was spectacular—so much so that several motorcycles parked nearby were blown to bits. It was only then that Yang Bu’e truly understood why their instructor had insisted on strict standards, demanding that each member excel in their weaponry training.

Looking at the pile of treasures before him, if this had been the old Jade Tiger, he would not have even glanced their way. Yet now, given his current circumstances, Zichuan still managed to offer such wealth to him. For a moment, Jade Tiger felt a rare sense of recognition, seeing no difference between Zichuan and a benefactor in his eyes.

Hearing a familiar voice, Ye Kai’s body stiffened slightly. Within the entire Li estate, only one person addressed him in such a manner—Li Bahu, whose identity was unmistakable.

By midnight, when the event broke up, Tong Lele’s shoulders ached. Mo Siyan massaged them for her, then habitually offered to carry her bag, all with such natural ease that it felt utterly normal—an indication of their deep familiarity.

Hence, it was necessary to offer living sacrifices to appease the spirits, burying the chosen ones alive within the construction site to quell divine wrath. Those buried would become the guardians of that land.

Suddenly, the rope slipped from his grasp, and a wooden bucket filled with water fell into a well, splashing droplets everywhere.

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Chen Haodong casually picked up the items from the ground and threw them away; others did the same, discarding whatever they had. Once everything was prepared, Li Feng patiently awaited the opening of Penglai Island, buoyed by substantial funds provided by Jiang Guoguang for his expenditures.

Neither man was one to dawdle. Having made their decision, the next day, they set out with provisions. Along the road to Qin Kingdom, each took a horse—Ziyan Lingji had painstakingly taught Zichuan to ride, though he was as clumsy as a donkey.

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As the glowing light faded, there appeared the rarely seen Gu Liutong, clad in the official earth-yellow robe of Zaowu Mountain, impeccably neat and exuding a surprising air of heroic grace.

Qin Ming looked up and met the eyes of the three elders, their half-smiling, ambiguous gaze stirring a slight unease within him.

At that moment, Sa Qiwu struck! Watching his subordinates fall one by one like slaughtered chickens, his pride suffered a crushing blow.

In the grand blueprint he envisioned, he was always a figure of honor and prestige, never imagining himself reduced to a prisoner.

When the lounge door closed, Yi Nian, who had been dozing on the couch, suddenly opened his eyes.

He then took out a locked box—with a combination lock that was utterly meaningless to him.

She no longer knew how to express the emotions swelling within her. This was home. These were her family, her parents and kin. She was not an abandoned child after all.

Tianqi’s face turned deathly pale; he staggered and collapsed into the dragon throne behind him. The palace maids and eunuchs hurried to steady him, only to be violently brushed aside in his fury.

San Niang felt the same—a strong certainty that she had seen this person before, though the name escaped her.

Historically, former criminals and prisoners had redeemed themselves through their actions, becoming heroes of the nation who learned to love their Soviet motherland.

“So, I had no choice but to become a rogue myself! This is called sacrificing oneself to fulfill others!” Kang Qiao chuckled.

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Upon hearing the news, Mei Cang’e smiled faintly, calming Ning Lingge’s mood and arranging food and wine for him. Unaware, Ning Lingge drank a few sips before passing out, only regaining consciousness when tightly bound and finally realizing the situation.

The sun shone brightly, birds sang, and flowers bloomed. Yet a sudden knock echoed through the quiet bedroom on the second floor of the old mansion.

Ning Qian saw nothing but deep affection in Shen Chengren’s eyes, and she knew his words were the truest expressions of his heart.

Meanwhile, Yin Mama’s room was sparsely decorated, with only a few garments in muted blue-gray hues, as if punishing herself to repay some inner debt.

No wonder on the day of her trial, the security chief of the compound could provide video evidence and testify in court. All of it was thanks to Li Xiangyang’s help, which had ensured a smooth process.

Mu Qingsu’s face was clouded with gloom, staring with dead eyes and falling silent for half a day, lost in thought while gazing at the ceiling.

Lu Anning scrambled up, brushing off her clothes, intending to return to the bedroom, but her footing faltered, nearly causing her to fall again.

Surprisingly, Liu Gonggong, who had frequent contact with her, had never spoken like this before. Now, where did he muster the courage to say such things?

Ji Weiwei nodded, her face shedding its previous timidity. After learning of Lu Jingkai’s character, she treated him with newfound tenderness.

Akun’s eyes nearly popped out; even he hadn’t noticed his legs trembling uncontrollably. His throat felt parched as he recalled his suspicion of Jiang Hao outside. Had the other merely flicked a finger, his best outcome might have been lying in a hospital bed.

The spirit stones endowed tremendous mental strength, yet he could only control this power, never truly assimilate it.

Hence, his seemingly reckless actions in the eyes of the two elders were merely attempts to discern the secrets and structure of the Thick Earth Sect’s mountain protection array.

The trainees on site roared their agreement, while Old Mo smiled and gave a thumbs-up nearby.