Chapter Ninety-Four: Rescuing Qinghuan, Part One

The group marched off in a mighty procession, carrying axes toward the Li family village.

Along the way, Li Qingyun was tormented by anxiety, terrified they would be too late. Her steps flew, her heart already in complete disarray. Madam Gu kept soothing her, saying they would surely make it in time and urging her not to fret so much.

Gu Tingzhou calmly analyzed the situation ahead with his father. Although a match must be made by parental order and go-between, this was a new society now, and a family like the Lis, forcing a daughter onto the market to be sold, was already out of step with the times.

As the village Party secretary, Father Gu had some insight as well, and he was also weighing how best to handle the matter.

The half hour’s walk was forced into a much longer journey by the group.

“Wait for me at the coffee shop across from the company. You know how to behave, right? My surname is Zhang. Just call me Assistant Zhang.” Assistant Zhang gave Chu Xinghe a sidelong glance and said meaningfully.

Moreover, the youth hostel was still only a temporary conversion of movable houses and color-steel structures; later on, they would certainly have to build a proper youth hostel.

Director Liu’s expression instantly turned cold. His triangular eyes fixed on Chu Xinghe as the hostility in his gaze ceased to be concealed.

He had originally thought nothing would come of it, but the very next day he saw Mrs. Chen wandering about the village, telling everyone how many silver ingots and bride price she had received.

Zhang Junjun nodded thoughtfully. He asked Li Tianzheng to hurry and set up the baleful formation meant to harm Lin Zhiyuan, while on another front he called his lover, Mi Huanhuan, to his office.

Recently, Lin Zhiyuan had also begun to discern the pattern of the border color on the official plaques. Most officials’ plaques had gray borders, indicating that in the world of officialdom, most officials were neither corrupt officials nor simple, ignorant honest men, but rather seasoned insiders who thoroughly understood the rules.

The white-bearded man before them was utterly different from the Whitebeard of the war atop the summit; every time, Akainu had been suppressed by him.

On the way, Lin Zhiyuan called Li Waner and arranged to meet her for a meal at the restaurant in Tiger Subduing Manor. He wanted to learn more about what had happened. Just as the dishes were ordered, Li Waner walked in.

Toward enemies, Zhu Changwu never allowed himself the slightest mercy, because he knew that to do so would be to betray himself and every soldier who had chosen to trust him and follow him.

This was the first time Starry Group had stood before the public to present itself, and Cao Siyun naturally wanted to show its very best side.

So the Great General immediately relayed the matter to the supreme council of the Demon Tribe, the Saras Council, leaving the decision of whether to strike to the council.

Although they were already on the brink of madness, everyone still had not forgotten that in this village, Xiu Yan had given them a place to lay their heads.

The battle was hideously brutal. The only ones still standing were Lonely Fan and Number One; everyone else had been killed, the ground strewn with corpses. All those slain had no breath left in them at all; they were dead beyond any doubt.

It had to be said, Raymond was an excellent knight. Mars knew that Raymond was a high-level early-stage knight, and for one so young, his future was boundless. Perhaps he would truly restore the glory of his ancestor, Axe Quinn.

After careful thought, everyone realized that over all these years, this man named Zhuge Xin seemed never to have bullied the common people. The crowd gradually fell quiet. After all, whether among commoners or royal nobles, there are both good people and bad; one cannot judge them all by the same measure.

What surprised everyone was that Professor Tree, upon hearing of it, also decided to stay by their side, lending strength to the growth of Zhan Haochu and the others, while also accelerating his own evolution.

Even though the divine might was now less than a ten-thousandth of what it once was, it was still more than enough to crush ordinary poison beasts.

Yan Peng’s power could not be used recklessly, after all no one knew what the consequences might be. So everyone accompanied him in searching for creatures. The area had been thoroughly cleared and there was little living left; they searched for a long time before finding an insect-type evolver of only modest strength.

As for a night raid, it called for an unexpected force, but not too many troops, lest they arouse suspicion on the other side. That was why Toras went to great lengths to keep Liu Xing and the others. To Toras, Liu Xing was already a formidable figure, and among the merfolk there was nearly no one who could stand against him.