Volume One, Chapter 48: We Owe Qin Wenlong Our Thanks

When Liu Yinshan heard that Lu Xuan could teach him a spell capable of erasing a person’s memory, he was overcome with excitement—this was precisely the technique he had longed to master. Though such a spell may seem sinister, even contrary to the natural order, how many disasters could it avert?

Yun Wanhua, her face expressionless, gently stroked the Remnant Wild Goose Sword, feeling its faint pulse beneath her hand.

But the most crucial point was that, with this accomplishment, he could further elevate his status and standing within the Morgan family.

Several days had passed since his return, and he felt almost fully recovered, yet his parents still forbade him from moving about freely. His wife, Yao Chunni, in particular, cared for him as if he were a child.

Outside, the wolf demon, calling himself King of the Eastern Hills, had transformed the bathhouse into a werewolf entertainment center, with a special club for children’s enlightenment and amusement.

“Leave the Hall of Undead. Come to the Great Spirit Temple, or simply follow me. In short, you cannot remain a ghost servant to the Dragon Vulture,” Li Jiang said.

“Well…” Uncle Huo pondered for a moment, just about to respond when footsteps approached, cutting the conversation short.

The next morning, the sun smiled down with its usual warmth. The city of Jiangzhou, washed clean by last night’s rain and wind, gleamed brilliantly beneath a sky that seemed a deeper blue than ever.

The two men glared at each other, sparks flying in their eyes. The burly elder, his face broad and fierce, relied on his bulk to make the first move.

If the Xiao family truly gained the upper hand and crushed the Bai family, it would be a tremendous boon to the newly-formed business alliance.

Lin Hao picked up his washbasin and toothbrush cup, completed his morning routine, and, as usual, hurried off to the canteen with his lunchbox.

Xie Daoyun, however, paid no heed to the commotion behind her. Her mind was fixed solely on witnessing this spring.

Lin Aimin had reached the Foundation Establishment stage only because those above had made an exception and aided his cultivation for the sake of the bureau’s security.

If Lu Huaian could take over, it would be ideal—if all conditions were met, everyone would be pleased.

So the two men immediately beamed with delight, attentively serving Wen Boxue with food and warm words.

Aside from a round, glowing sphere rolling about on the floor, there was nothing else in the room.

It seemed, upon hearing Mu Shi’s words, his eyelids fluttered slightly before returning to stillness.

“Big brother, could you let me go first? I have something urgent to attend to,” Mu Shi pleaded, his face full of despair.

Once the awkward ice was broken, the conversation flowed more easily. Though it still felt a bit strange to talk to her mother about such matters, Zhong Chuhong was no longer so shy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you cultivate. Trust me, I promise you’ll get better,” Mu Shi comforted him, patting his head.

Mo Zhanyang always helped Mo Wushuang cover up her lies, but the psychological pressure weighed heavily on him. Deceiving their father was bound to be exposed one day, and the consequences would be dire. Yet if he didn’t help her, things could turn out even worse.

When Butler Ke saw Heimu Lin again, he charged over like a madman and knocked him to the ground. Lin’s body slammed heavily onto the earth as Ke pressed an elbow against his throat.

Qingyun finally returned to his senses and looked toward the voice—a tall, burly man, his large eyes like cast bronze, dressed in a tight-fitting blue robe that made him look rather out of place. Still, the man’s cultivation was formidable—a seventh-rank earth immortal.

“What poison is it? Can it be cured?” Murong Yan asked anxiously, his expression grown sharp with concern.

“Baldy, today Xiao Chen clashed with Mayor Chen’s son and Zhou Shui, and it turned into a brawl—he even injured Zhou Shui’s three bodyguards. With their temperaments, there’s no way they’ll let this go. They’ll definitely seek revenge,” Old Ghost said gravely.

Mo Wushuang’s anxiety left Mo Nianhua at a complete loss as to how to explain things. To tell the truth, even Mo Nianhua found it hard to accept—how much more difficult would it be for Mo Wushuang?

“Hongzu, tell me—how is today’s performance different from those you’ve seen before? After it ends, tell your master what you think,” Yan Yue called out cheerfully. The false Wang Hongzu quickly nodded in agreement.

The first person to visit her after she woke was none other than the original owner of this body’s mother—Aunt Zhao.

“It’s been months, and you finally remembered to come see me!” Yang Qingqing suddenly lifted her head in protest, her beautiful eyes blinking at Quan Quan.

Qin Xiao was stunned again. This young man was truly an oddity! His father, the city’s Nine Gates Commander, was just as eccentric—how could he have given his son such a name as Endless Ages?

Later, A2 produced a spare iron sword from the logistics team to test her appraisal skills. She had already put away Blackwater for now and had no plans to use it.

“I see that the people from the Ancestral Land are nothing special—more like a dog in heat out on the prowl,” Jiang Dong sneered.

By now, only a few rampaging beasts remained in the academy. Many of White Fang’s members had been captured, their operation a failure. It was clearly time to retreat.