Chapter 62: Nightmare

Inside the door, Zhao Qinglang was confined to a wheelchair, his entire body fitted with steel plates making movement extremely difficult. Yet, he stiffened his neck, determined to witness every single absurd farce playing out outside.

Gu Sheng rushed over and shouted, "Disperse, all of you disperse!"

However, the people sprawled on the ground did not stop.

"Sheng-sheng!" Zhao Qinglang could still move his arms, pressing...

The so-called family punishment consisted of a heavy wooden staff, and administering it meant pinning the culprit to the ground for a beating. The eldest young master of the Shen family took ten solid blows of the family punishment, after which he was helped up and leaned against a seat.

Not to mention the representatives of the censor faction—the reigning court's three prominent favorites Li Zhi, Jiang Dongzhi, and Yang Keli—all of whom he had deeply offended. There was simply no possibility of them becoming his backing.

Chao Xi nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked over to the window to gaze at the distant mountain silhouettes. Far away, the outlines of the suburban counties of Baling were already visible. Suddenly, Chao Xi was reminded of the time she returned to Baling from the Min River; back then, Shang Jue had been by her side.

Whether Shen Xiao loved her or not, she did not know. She only knew that toward her, Shen Xiao had truly given his sincere heart. Perhaps she ought to try using a bit of sincerity herself in return when dealing with Shen Xiao.

Chu Youcai nodded. He recounted how, after experiencing numerous trials, he had returned to the commandery prince's manor, where he discovered his mother's legacy and cleared the air with his father. Finally, through a twist of fate, he entered the Rakshasa Ghost Market and the realm of the Sacred Sea Dragon Palace.

The servant handed fifty heavy gold coins to the hunter, and all five men wore expressions of gratitude and shock.

A response came from the bronze pipe, and Mr. Song slid the wooden block back into place, covering the aperture.

Fan Hongdao was suddenly enlightened. Senior Grand Secretary Shen wanted to take this opportunity to win over Shen Li. In the absence of personal grievances or deep hatred, coexistence and a win-win outcome were entirely possible; such calculations were completely normal for a political figure.

Although Chu Youcai's Moxie Sword was an item of incomparable sharpness, Chu Youcai's current cultivation realm was only at the level of fifty years of demonic arts, still far from being able to fully master the sword and unleash its ultimate power. Now, caught off guard by a sneak attack from the opponent, he actually showed signs of mental instability.

"No, no, no. The premise is that we can take down those abyss creatures first," Ye Qingcheng said upon seeing Li Fengchen's expression, pausing for a moment before speaking immediately.

"Could it be on the body of the Great Demon?" All the divine practitioners felt a shock in their hearts, looking at the towering figure with a creeping sense of dread.

He asked the question very flatly, yet Hao Dong felt a chill run through his body. Subconsciously, he wanted nothing to do with recalling anything from before his amnesia. Now, hearing Ergou's analysis, he seemed to vaguely understand why. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder what on earth he had done in the past to be hunted down and tormented so brutally.

"Let's just try it anyway. It's also our responsibility, and we must consider the safety of our clients!" The man looked at Lin Tian and said.

"Pervert!" Aida Yumi instantly grew angry, her face flushing red. This fellow was truly so shameless that the moment he made a move, he grabbed her breasts and even shamelessly gave them a squeeze.

"Having not returned to the Divine Realm for tens of thousands of years, I only have a general understanding of this place. As for which divine domain this is, I am not entirely certain either!" The Hunyuan Spirit frowned and said.

Shen Ao'tian and Yuan Jiang naturally knew that the Heavenly Violent Python Beast used such sounds to summon its companions rather than to deal with them.

At these words, Liu Feixu and Wangyou were both startled. Exchanging a silent look, Liu Feixu shook her head, maintaining a composed demeanor.

His unfathomable eyes held an inexpressible glint. His hand, resting on the door handle, hovered as if to pull it open, then drew back; no sooner had it drawn back than it moved to open the door once again.

Everyone else remained silent, save for Big Mouth Rong who let out a sigh. I understood what he was thinking—he was worried about the whereabouts of Grandma Meng. Yet I felt that the old lady was like a prophet, having foreseen long ago that the town would face a catastrophe during these days, and had left in advance to avoid it.