Chapter 29: The Cunning Male: If I Don’t Accept It, My Cousin Gives It to Fourth Brother?

Shen Shuyi’s expression stiffened as she suddenly recalled that in the original story, Pei Si regarded the Heir of the Pei family as his primary target for hostility.

The second branch of the Pei family had always been overshadowed by the first, and as an illegitimate son, Pei Si’s life in the Marquis’s estate was fraught with hardship. During his childhood, Pei Si endured an inhumane existence, while the Heir of the Pei family experienced the exact opposite, living as the center of attention, adored by all.

The vast disparity between their circumstances created an extreme sense of imbalance in Pei Si’s heart, making his animosity toward the Heir entirely understandable.

Most of the people hiding in the antique district enjoying the "safe zone" had no idea that they were being protected from the slaughter of the supernatural by an even more powerful group of supernatural entities.

Another factor, naturally, was Liu Bei himself. As a scion of the Han imperial clan who practiced benevolent governance, his campaigns in the north and south had brought him fame that shook the regions of Xu and Huai, making his influence no less formidable than that of Cao Mengde in the north.

Before the old man could finish speaking, a voice drifted in from outside, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.

To the closest of kin, the departed bring only a sense of lingering attachment, never fear, for these are the very people they have longed for in their dreams.

As Wei Pu finished his final sentence, the sound of police sirens approached from the distance, followed by a gunshot; the bullet sped toward him.

As for what the rumors were, the corners of Li Li’s mouth twitched involuntarily—they certainly weren’t anything reputable.

After ending the call, Jian Si felt as if she were in a dream, grabbing Lu Ya’s arm and jumping for joy in her excitement.

Yet, upon entering the door and seeing the resplendent, gold-encrusted villa, she realized that what she held in her hands was worth nothing at all.

Whether it was the way Liu Bei treated people and affairs, or the similar experiences they shared in their youth, Lu Su felt a natural kinship with him, always feeling as if a radiance emanated from Liu Bei.

Just as the enemy was thrown into chaos by Shangguan Feng’s pressure, Qing Luan utilized her Ghost Shadow Step, thrusting her long flute into the back of the black-clad figure and piercing his heart without a sound.

Li Shan and his three companions were exhausted. Although Mount Tai’e was not far from Tai’e Town, the flight had taken two full hours. As mortals, their energy was largely depleted. Li Shan, Li Tiancheng, and Qian Chuan entered the room and collapsed onto the first three beds they found, falling fast asleep, while Lin Yubai leaned against the wall, eyes closed.

This was... a space barrier constructed by burning one’s primordial spirit. No wonder it could temporarily block the spatial turbulence and prevent them from being annihilated in the void.

Although they were cultivators, they were merely at the Foundation Establishment stage, appearing somewhat helpless in the face of such a natural disaster.

Song Qi’s face remained expressionless regarding matters of explosions and assassinations; in the world of the jianghu, who doesn’t have a few enemies? Such things were to be expected.

Li Shan’s heart stirred, and he wondered to himself: Could it be that the bloodline inheritance of the Demon Emperor had just exerted its power? But this strength was far too overwhelming! If others were to find out, who knew what kind of trouble it might bring upon him?

Before they could even dispatch anyone, a team of envoys from the Henan Provincial Administration Commission arrived at the Hanwei Battalion camp, led by a Thousand-Man Commander from the commission.

Unfortunately, according to An Mida, their child had already been miscarried. However, it seemed that An Mida’s turn toward righteousness was linked to that child.

But in truth, even if he had encountered this person at the peak of his own power, given the standard of that sword aura just now, he would have been defeated without a doubt.

In fact, when Jin Potian first infiltrated the imperial palace and nearly reached Beirda, only to be driven away by Ziluolan, Ziluolan immediately ordered the activation of the teleportation restrictions. Even so, Jin Potian still managed to slip away, which led to the events that later occurred on the Northern Frozen Tundra.

Yet, Long Yichen keenly noticed that even so, ten or more Dragon warriors were still secretly following them from a distance of twenty meters after they had departed.

Mu Bai was all too aware of the power of Buddhism; once this force rose to prominence, even an ordinary imperial court might not be able to contend with it.

The Gates of the Underworld. Long Yichen stepped upon countless skeletons, his feet shifting slightly. Everything was reduced to dust.