Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Man with Peach-Blossom Eyes

Bai Zhi led the three of them into the black market.

"Liangyu, go and see if you can find any cold jade grass or cinnabar stones. If you come across any rare medicinal herbs, buy them all for me."

With this airy command, Bai Zhi waved a hand and tossed a storage pouch to Xie Liangyu. The heavy weight of the spirit stones inside felt conspicuously cumbersome.

"No need for formalities. Since you are out of danger, we shall take our leave!" Hua Ming drifted forward, followed by Uncle Fu, while the young man grumbled a few disgruntled words before scurrying after them with a cheeky grin.

The demon fox stood outside the window, glaring viciously at Master Zhang, who lay deathly pale on the floor, and Mingyue, who sat with eyes closed in meditation. She could not help but grind her teeth in hatred.

The second tier consisted of the original Han people. These individuals could hold office, trade with the Tang people, and move freely in and out of the concessions to make a living on Tang territory.

Ding Yu did not want to see two of her students remain at such an impasse, even if one of them did not particularly like her.

The Lord of Tianlan City would never visit without a reason, and to be so affectionate toward him—there was surely something fishy going on.

"Sword splits yin and yang, obey, obey, obey! Behave yourself, I'll be up in a second." I unleashed several golden ropes; to be safe, it was better to keep this brat bound.

My gamble clearly paid off. Yue Heng’s eyes flickered, but in the end, he said nothing. However, I keenly noticed his body relax significantly, and the impatience in his gaze dissipated.

The reason for this was that ever since Qin Hao had transmigrated, his hatred for human traffickers had led him to crack down severely on the slave trade within the Great Tang. This left all the brothels in the empire unable to operate, causing the market value of those who voluntarily became courtesans to skyrocket, leaving the proprietors with no profit to skim.

"Hello, Judge Yang, this is Lu Gang. We just spoke on the phone," the boss said respectfully.

As night fell, Lu Yiping pushed open the window, dashed toward the sky in a single bound, and vanished into the distance. Pang Zhong closed the window as if nothing had happened.

Song Shi was delighted. Wang Tian’s performance was exactly to her taste; her first impression of him was an absolute perfect score.

"This technique is not only powerful but also endlessly variable. I need more practice," Su Shang muttered to herself.

But Hu Yindi had been wronged in the first place, and now that her son was turning against her, how could she possibly endure it?

The absurdity of it was that she hadn't even touched the girl; Shui Weiwei had tripped herself while trying to push her, then lay on the ground refusing to get up, which was enough to make her faint with rage.

Lin Zhong was anxious to return home. For days, he had lived in an environment of suspicion, with his head constantly at risk.

Xu Yang decided to observe first to see what path this person followed and what "cheat" the Heavenly Dao had granted him.

Just moments ago, if that Heavenly Blade had not forced Dao Ancestor Xieyue to retreat, Dao Ancestor Youxiong would certainly have intervened to stop the two powerful figures of the Wujian Gate.

Since she had clearly come with ill intent, Lin Wan’shu saw no need to be overly polite, responding with just two simple words.

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Kai snorted through his nose. His expression darkened instantly, his eyes widened in fury, and he shouted a rebuke.

This was a unique characteristic of the battlefield—it transformed everyone sent there into the very same creature.

Just at that moment, the secret guards reported that Shi Xin had attempted to harm someone, only to be killed in the process.

Their interference had left Xie Xin with nothing but the sect leader's seal, stripped of all other artifacts.

"Th-that..." the waiter pointed a finger toward Han Mingchao and then fled for his life. The waiters here were worldly-wise and knew that a storm was inevitable.

With a man in a baseball cap charging with a blade in front and a short-haired youth attacking with fists and kicks from behind, fighting two against one, it was clearly impossible for an ordinary person to escape unscathed—after all, even the bravest hero is no match for a multitude.