Chapter 142: Chen Xinyi Moves In

Ye Feng parked the car in the garage, took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and then entered the villa. Inside, he softly called out, "Ling'er, are you asleep? I brought you some supper." But the living room was empty at first. Soon, Xia Ling appeared, dressed in pajamas, descending from upstairs. "Just in time, I'm hungry!" she said upon hearing about the supper.

Anger aside, cursing aside, it was an undeniable fact that Gu Dezhao had returned to the county after his failed anti-bandit campaign.

"Orders: Zhang Liao is to maintain a tight formation in Jinzhou. Prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos, and ensure the security of the southeastern Liao region at all costs!" Wang Tianjie instructed Xu Shu.

Lin Feng was aware of this. The Dragon King had not been mistaken; even his own Weak Water technique might prove ineffective. The Nine-Dragon Coffin was too terrifying. Lin Feng had a vague sense that his Weak Water might be neutralized altogether.

"My lord, who is the mastermind behind this?" Tian Yu asked, his expression grave.

The Grey Rat lifted his head. Though he tried to remain composed, his trembling body and the sweat beading on his face revealed his deep fear in this moment.

The door was secured with a rusted padlock. Chen Shihao then noticed that the sturdy earthen courtyard outside was covered in moss. If his mother were home, she would never have allowed such neglect. It seemed his parents had indeed been away for some time.

At Dao Feng’s command, Ye Shaoyang spat blood onto the Seven-Star Dragon Spring Sword, intertwining it with Rui Lengyu’s Pine-Patterned Ancient Sword. Together, they struck at the Infinite Celestial Master, unleashing the full might of their internal energy without reservation.

"This is not a family matter. Haven’t you noticed how all the auxiliary police, including the crafty Huang Yuanbin, obey him unquestioningly? And the soldiers, too—they all bow before him! So it’s certain that our director is no ordinary man!" Li Yunqin concluded after a quick glance around.

The others were no better off. Though not shattered, their bodies were cracked by the tremendous force, leaving wounds that could not heal quickly.

What shocked Ye Yang most was that the old man radiated the aura of a Saint-level cultivator. A seemingly casual punch sealed off all the space around him, leaving Ye Yang nowhere to escape.

No sooner had the words fallen than the surgical knife leapt nimbly, landing atop the eagle’s head.

I was stunned, not knowing what scheme Uncle Mu was hiding, as his words came in layers, each more puzzling than the last.

Yet, she still wanted to hear Ji Zeyun’s opinion on the matter, curious to know whether he, too, was troubled by it.

Without any mistakes or detours, and with clear guidance, the six of them had traveled for five full days, finally arriving at the Starfall Tower from the Dragon Palace Academy.

Her brother had done nothing to provoke them, yet these people, as if with nothing better to do, sought trouble with him.

"Give my brotherI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.