Chapter 41: Clues Emerge

“Pandi, I’m giving you two options. Choose for yourself.
One: I take the Han family to court, make them pay for what they’ve done, you divorce him, and then you come live with me.
The other: I ask the police to mediate, have the Han family promise never to hit you again and compensate you, and you continue living with him.”
“Sister, it won’t work, it’s impossible. They’re not human, they’re demons.
I’ve already reported them to the captain and the village chief before—they criticized the Han family, but once I got home, they tied me up and beat me.
I…”
Lu Ge took out the money he had in his pocket and counted it. After his earlier spending spree, hiring beggars, and the money he made from driving a taxi, he now had just over thirty yuan left.
Some things, if you don’t act right away, will cost you much more energy to pursue later, and you may end up with half the results for twice the effort. But Pei Qing simply took the imperial edict and left, utterly unconcerned about whether the old guards of Marquis Qi Xiao—left waiting for so long—would still recognize him as their new master upon his return from the northern frontier.
Ye Chen said, “I’m not sure. Yesterday, I was suddenly arrested by the Inquisition for no reason. This is the only clue I’ve found so far. We must figure out who’s manipulating things behind the scenes. If we don’t get rid of this thorn, we’ll never feel safe doing anything in the future.”
In an instant, two extraordinarily ornate robes of law appeared, then swiftly materialized in front of the newlyweds.
The two lab assistants who had pushed her in carefully recorded Lin Miao’s details, then checked the room. Soon after, a laboratory bed was wheeled in, bearing a test subject whose face was a ghastly shade of purple—he had clearly been dead for quite some time.
Many animation professionals treat these lower-tier studios as stepping stones to the major animation companies—gaining experience before moving on. That was the general idea among the young people at this studio.
By this point, Ye Shu seldom practiced artifact forging anymore—he was waiting until his cultivation advanced further, so he could craft even more powerful treasures to his heart’s content.
Zhao Lin was at a loss for words. Shen Yu had admitted her mistakes and taken responsibility for most of it, but Zhao Lin herself bore significant blame as well. This was not an excuse, but a fact. Facts were facts, and Zhao Lin could think of no retort—she could only glare at Shen Yu in anger.
Baili Tianji and the others had already returned to their clans to arrange affairs for what came next. Since they would be leaving with their master, everything else had become less important.
Ever since Shen Kuo ascended to the Heavenly Gate, his descendants had struggled to become celestial immortals—the highest among them had only attained the rank of Profound Immortal. The reason was that the Shen clan’s destiny had run its course, and under the heavenly tribulation, none could survive. As the number of earth immortals dwindled, the family gradually declined. Though they still appeared among the Four Great Houses of Jiangzhou, it was in name only.
He gripped the money pouch tightly, his face alight with excitement, and quickly tucked both pouches into his robe.
In this contest, Yuehua’s cultivation was certainly higher, yet Ji Kao surpassed her in mastery of music.
Even without the slightest medical knowledge, Lin Fang knew that such a body temperature was utterly abnormal.
Just then, several people appeared at the restroom entrance. Leading them was Liu Hao, his hair dyed yellow and a roguish air about him, swaggering toward Yang Ming with feet turned out, looking thoroughly arrogant.
At the stream’s end lay a natural wild lake. Along the shore, the reeds grew thick and defiantly lush.
Meng Yuan thought for a moment and realized it made sense. He trotted off, happily calculating that the wooden comb should fetch a good price.
After the wrongful killing, the normal script would have him repent and become a good man. But instead, he ground the bones of his fourth master and flatly refused to admit he had killed the wrong person.
“I told you, there’s nothing wrong with my body. I’m fine.” Lin Yu frowned, emphasizing once more, hoping that Lin Fang would catch his meaning.