62 Who is the Suspect

As Qin Ming was deep in thought, he suddenly noticed that the mass of blood shadow was trembling slightly, showing signs of disintegration as it slowly fractured into tiny specks of crimson light.

While the raven-haired prince was building a temple for Chen Duan, Chen Duan, Mi Ke, and the others were hardly idle. On one hand, they had slaves assist them in constructing ports and castles; on the other hand, they continuously explored further south along the coastline while searching for other native crops.

Relying on his extraordinary brain and photographic memory, in just a single month, he had absorbed the equivalent of several years of regular schooling, spanning multiple specialized fields.

Three streams of white smoke erupted simultaneously from the masked man's hands, rapidly spreading outward and completely engulfing the silver-masked man. A peculiar odor instantly filled the cavern. Master Liu Shan and the others hastily covered their noses, waving their hands frantically to disperse the thick white smoke.

True, from the very beginning, they had never expected such a team to actually be capable of rescuing anyone, and the strength displayed on the surface was far from sufficient. However, after the battle just now, Han Yue's view of the three members of Wang Ruochen's group was completely upended, and his thoughts shifted accordingly.

The crucial issue was that the technology of that alien spacecraft was simply too advanced, surpassing Earth's by who knows how many years. Therefore, regardless of the fact that the ship was discovered back in the nineteen-eighties, and even though Earth's technology had progressed for several decades since then, it remained utterly useless. Compared to those aliens, the gap for humanity was still far too vast.

The next moment, all four elders coughed up mouthfuls of blood simultaneously, their complexions turning deathly pale. Each of them had lost an arm, having just suffered an incomparably terrifying wave of concussive force.

Seeing this, Li Yang did not dare to be the slightest bit careless, for he could already perceive that these nether-soldiers were not physical entities; they were entirely targeted at the soul. If one were pierced by them, it would spell absolute doom.

For a spellcaster who relied entirely on spiritual power to make a living, suffering this magnitude of psychic damage in a battle against an opponent of the exact same tier was essentially a death sentence.

Muyun Cheng awoke from the violent jolting, but his vision was pitch black—he had clearly been blindfolded with a dark cloth.

This was because, in the eyes of King Zhou of Shang, the actions of the Heavenly Court were utterly unfair to the Shang Dynasty. Let us not forget that the Shang Dynasty was the very pillar of the Immortal Realm.

***

Upstairs, Bai Muxue walked silently into her room and gently closed the door behind her.

"If you didn't understand, what are you going 'oh' for?" Lin Feng pinched Bai Muxue's cheek with playful annoyance.

Chen Qi felt this deeply, because within the dream world, he was able to attain a supreme cultivation realm, elevating any superpower to the SSS-rank, even including abilities he did not naturally possess.

Her mind was in such turmoil that all sleepiness had vanished. She simply got up, washed up, reviewed her script, and prepared for her very first scene.

Three years of wilderness survival had caused the growth rate of her superpower tier to far surpass its trajectory in the original history.

Even while carrying this dimensional backpack, Li Yang only tossed in a few items won from lucky draws, treating it as a modest convenience that might occasionally come in handy at a critical moment.

Not long after Bai Muxue and her companion left, Lin Feng, having nothing to do at home, picked up his phone and called Ni Xiang.

What was particularly crucial was that he had no desire to provoke Tsunade. In the event that the formidable woman became displeased and vented her anger on him, who could he possibly reason with?

Having some spare time that day, and considering how hard Xi Fuwei had been working day after day, he ordered that she be given a day off to attend to personal matters, such as the mansion gifted by Song Li.

It was not only Gouzi who was astonished; even Niu Da beside him wore a look of utter shock. A single chopstick capable of piercing through flesh and blood? Just how much arm strength was required, and how deep must the explosive force in one's fingertips be?

Yang Qing and Yang Yun instantly halted their steps. Yang Qing exchanged a meaningful glance with Yang Yun, and the latter immediately resumed the pursuit of Yang Wang.

***

Zhao Xue seemed to have gone mad. The moment she finished speaking, she actually began to kowtow right there! Her body seemed as though it no longer belonged to her. To be honest, my heart constricted violently at that moment. Looking at Zhao Xue continuously kowtowing at my feet, my heart softened—it softened once again.

Observing the trace of unease on Miao Lijun's face, the young man, despite not knowing what had transpired, responded calmly and slowly started the engine, speeding away in the direction of Daying Miao Village.

Following my meticulous cleanup, the entire tumor was completely exposed to our view. This growth resembled a giant silkworm cocoon attached to the boss's abdomen, with its topmost section tightly fused to the boss's upper torso.

Qin Feng inwardly cursed his bad luck. He had no choice but to stand up, glare at Duleis, and walk straight toward the backstage area.

Lady Leng forced an awkward smile. "Any past offenses were committed out of sheer necessity. I offer my apologies to the two young ladies right here." As she spoke, she genuinely bowed deeply to Liuli and Zhenzhu.

A journey of about twenty minutes was merely routine for the two who had started out as mercenaries.

Old Madame Ding had already been struck dumb by the mention of the imperial bestowal, and upon hearing the words of Marquis Qian, she glared over in furious rage. Yet, her mind remained fixated on that folding fan. "Yang'er, is that truly an imperial object? Could it be... could it be bestowed by the Late Emperor?" If that were indeed the case, their Ding family would surely face yet another catastrophe.