Chapter 75: The Key Figure Seeks Help

The phone kept ringing, its shrill sound piercing the air. Gu Hansheng glanced at it briefly.

His cousin, Zhu Chenyu, had texted: "That imported camel milk works pretty well, doesn’t it? Many wealthy people abroad drink it. I have a few more cans here and have shipped them to you by air. Be sure to receive them."

Gu Hansheng read the message and replied with just two letters: OK. Then he tossed the phone aside.

Before long, the two set off.

By the time Wu Zhuer entered the palace, the imperial physicians who had been attending Consort Lan had already done all they could. Her body was filled with needles, a desperate attempt to stabilize her condition, but it was only a temporary fix. The slightest mishap could endanger the imperial heir she carried.

“Ha ha, congratulations to Master Yan! The second set of Purple Spirit Jade is yours once again!” Ye Zhen’s laughter rang out at just the right moment, causing Yan Cong, in VIP Room Number Three, to turn a deep, livid red.

“She’s called Guan Ju Yong. I suspect she’s one of the masterminds behind everything,” Zi Yinling said smugly, as if waiting for Ye Fan’s praise.

Bai Ruhua stood up, surveying the valley, feeling comfortable and at ease. It seemed unlikely anything unexpected would happen, but still, she asked Zi Fengbai for reassurance.

The Tianchang Community, famed as the second most prestigious neighborhood in the capital, was a place where land was as precious as gold and luxury reached its peak. Each villa sold for astronomical prices, and wealth alone was not enough to secure a home there.

At the First Military Academy, a mid-level Martial Lord was still defeated by a late-level Martial Lord from Changhong Martial University, who wielded the ‘Azure Wave Sword Technique’.

As soon as he got out of the car, Ye Fan began to curse. He had never seen anyone so blind—despite the wide road, the other driver had headed straight for him.

“I’ll handle these two,” Chu Qingya whispered into Ye Fan’s ear. Since Chu Tianxiong had targeted her, it was only a matter of time before he went after Chu Qingxue. With so many eyes on Ye Fan, Ye Yue was in even greater danger.

The expert on Chu Tang’s side was burly, wielding a brass staff that he swung with impressive force. On Chu Yu’s side was a middle-aged man of moderate build and steady demeanor, armed with a military knife.

Aunt Li and Aunt Zhong both belonged to the second master’s household and were currently the most favored. Aunt Li was pregnant, and since the Wu family had few heirs, the old lady paid special attention to this child Aunt Li carried.

“You…” Cao Cao had just stepped forward when Guo Jia raised his hand to stop him. Unable to contain himself, Guo Jia coughed up blood, stumbling several steps backward.

Even though the immobilization spell had been lifted, he made no move to resist. With Tianbao, Cui Jianshi, and the Mouse Spirit present in the room, he was well aware he stood no chance against the three.

Chen Ruo’s face was flushed red from Ye Chenyu’s shameless words and forceful actions.

“There’s someone following us,” Qiu Xuan said. Rong Yue couldn’t help but look back, startled—how had she caught up? The person Rong Yue saw was none other than Ye Xue.

Upon hearing Xiang Wentian’s words, Long Hao, Mo Feifan, and everyone from the Heavenly Palace and Celestial Palace frowned deeply.

Long Hao sneered. The Nine Dragons annihilated, the Burning Heaven Tai Chi Diagram crushed all, giving the three no time to self-destruct.

Hua Xiong glared fiercely, charging forward on horseback with his halberd. He clashed with Xu Huang’s axe and halberd for over thirty rounds, both still full of energy, then fought twenty more without a clear winner. But before their strength failed, their horses became exhausted, forcing them to return to their respective camps.

Qiu Xuan temporarily settled here. After two or three days, his health improved, no longer as frail as when he first awoke, and his hands regained some strength. After spending several days together, he grew much more familiar with the two, no longer as distant as at the beginning.

He Yining and Li Yunze kept their voices low, afraid to disturb Yi Yi’s sleep. Yi Yi could sense only the faintest murmurs; what was being said was utterly lost to her.