Chapter 32: Holmes Has Actually Run Away!

The eunuch had only been transferred this morning, having done well in the Laundry Bureau, and was specially promoted. He was just a servant washing clothes in the palace—how could he have the honor of guarding the emperor’s gate? It was only natural that he would feel excited at this sudden elevation.

Though judging by instinct alone was not precise, the difference in strength was still evident. One would think that someone like Calder, who liked to exaggerate, wouldn’t underestimate his own power. Yet, it seemed he not only concealed his true strength but did so by a considerable margin.

A short, dark-faced middle-aged cultivator was fiercely unleashing whirlwinds, each strike carrying away the lives of many disciples from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.

“Father, did you really have to go so far just to light a fire?” Lin Xiaoli asked as she watched Lin Meiman’s figure slowly disappear.

“Of course,” Liu Chundao replied, extending his uninjured hand to high-five Hu Guoshan, showing his strong agreement. “This doesn’t need explaining. Brother Fan is our brother Fan, and Sister-in-law is obviously our sister-in-law. For the revival of our Chinese nation, both are indispensable.”

Liuli Manor had always been the leader in its field, but it also knew that sometimes you couldn’t be ruthless. You had to leave others a way out. Now the manor was under Feng Yiluo’s watchful eye, but Gu Lingge still made sure nothing was neglected.

Once commanding over a hundred thousand elite soldiers as the First Army, it had now become an empty shell. The problem was not just that the troops had dwindled to barely over sixty thousand; the quality of reinforcements was also declining month by month. The new recruits were older, and the number of Koreans among them was increasing.

She had been with her grandfather for over ten years, never parted. Now suddenly being separated, she was naturally reluctant.

On the arena, Tang Xiao couldn’t help but take a step back, adopting a defensive stance as he watched Zhao Wushuang draw an ancient, simple greatsword.

The last hundred taels of silver given to He’s father were partially shared with his two disciples, though Qiao Mingjin had no idea how much. In fact, the last batch of funds was all thanks to He Xiaochun alone.

Later, Bu Zhanfeng used this as an excuse to refuse marrying Xia Furong, even divorcing her after marriage, elevating a concubine to disgrace Xia Furong. Neither she nor Xia Furong could utter a single complaint.

Yue Boyang’s six-year-old son, Yue Donggen, came running to call him, saying that guests had arrived at home. The nanny urged him to hurry back.

Enduring the sparks from the matchlock, Sun Liangdong closed his eyes slightly, feeling the ignition powder light, the barrel jolting backward, and the bullet flying out in an instant.

The powerful warlords preserved their strength but lacked loyalty; they were not truly righteous but could not be pushed too far either. So many elite soldiers raised by the court were driven to rebel—when that time came, there would be no tears left to shed.

When they reached the courier station, Tian Zheng had been waiting a long while, accompanied by the Tiger Guard Army, a hundred strong divided into four squads. Just as Liu Feng was about to issue the order, Xu Song burst out from inside the station, covered in dust, looking like a rustic mountain cannon.

All six cultivators were formidable, closing in within the blink of an eye. Six fists, each radiating a different light, targeted Ling Xuan’s vital points, cutting through the air with fierce momentum. Yet Ling Xuan merely shielded Jing Chen firmly, showing no intention to counterattack.

This abacus had been slightly improved by Qiao Mingjin, a descendant from later generations. Though it looked similar to contemporary abacuses—rectangular with upper and lower beams and about twenty rows—upon closer inspection, it was quite different from the ones used by his contemporaries.

“Mother, aren’t you leaving? What about the others?” Lin Yijia asked while directing Lantian to pack a few clothes and valuables.

Gu Hanhao’s four subordinates had already set off in two groups, and Gu Hanhao himself was packing his belongings and putting on a coat, preparing to depart.

Now that his strength was no longer as formidable as on the Divine Continent, facing such a fierce beast, Yi Feng felt a shiver of fear and had long lost the courage to confront the demon army head-on.

Moreover, during every sparring session, the three of them were always present: one as witness, two battling. Under such circumstances, the giant ape never stood a chance.

From the tone of the voice, it was clear that this Meteor was a very amiable person, not one to flaunt the prestige of a great sect.

Though unspoken, the implication was clear: Ye Cheng might just have happened upon the Leaf-Passing Token and was using it to deceive and swagger about as a fraud.

Yet now, not only that, he inexplicably acquired a new innate skill—Fusion.

“Those two books are fantasy novels. I skimmed the beginnings but couldn’t really get into them. So I just picked up an urban novel to read instead,” Liu Qingyan said with a smile.

Facing the level-six demon lord who seemed eager to devour his flesh and blood, Yin Zhaotian showed no intention of attacking, quietly watching as the demon charged.

Those divine crystals were likely used to maintain the array’s foundation. Nearby stood several divine king-level experts, vigilant and cautious, their eyes keenly scanning for any strong enemies attempting to infiltrate.