Chapter 159: A Happy and Perfect Ending

"Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng... how could you do this..."

Wen Xi was in disbelief. She could not believe these words were coming from Feng Su!

Feng Su held Li Jiuwei by the shoulders. Without even glancing at Wen Xi, he said coldly, "Dismiss her. Provide whatever compensation is due."

That single word, "dismissed," was Wen Xi's fate. She shook her head frantically, refusing to leave, but she was carried away by the bodyguards of the Feng Group.

Finally, the world was quiet.

***

It was a pity, but they were a step too late. Furthermore, their magical artifacts could not even touch Qin Feng before they were swatted away by a single claw from the Hellhound.

Xu Feng expressed his thanks and led thousands of Wuxin Cliff disciples in a grand procession to find a place to settle. Jin Ling, meanwhile, dispersed the thousand Golden Armored Guards throughout the royal city to monitor every move of the various sect factions.

Ever since the Seventh Lord of Hell could not resist temptation and led his powerful demons to invade, he knew that unless an accident occurred, this battle would not end easily.

Su Yuqing looked up at the ceiling chandelier, preventing the moisture in her eyes from showing.

"Qianlan, come with me. The Old Matriarch has ordered you to kneel outside the ancestral hall for two hours." Chunmei gripped her handkerchief and looked at Bai Qianlan with disgust.

Executing the corrupt official today was meant to unite the common people, vent their anger, and earn their trust; this was only the first step.

In this way, they could offer resistance at every level, slowing Guan Yu’s military advance so that by the time he reached the walls of Wancheng, he would be leading a weary force.

After a week, the five of them finally arrived at a place called Stone Town, 150 kilometers away from the Wild Ox City base.

Inside the dining hall, Taonai’s gentle voice could be heard, reminding them to be safe on the road and thanking them for their hard work today.

In Guan Ping’s view, an admission fee of one coin was nothing to the hidden wealthy elites of Jiangdong.

Mo Qin still looked at the Yacha King with a smile. The Yacha King sneered, as if saying, "I do not kill those who do not resist."

Zhou Bolang suddenly felt a sense of tragic heroism, as if he were a warrior crossing the Yi River, never to return. He realized he had met his match.

That was fine, too. Accompanying her wasn't so bad. He wondered what expression Yunze would have if he saw him with Tong Guaiguai. Gu Yikang mused to himself.

Zhang Fan looked into the third room, where over a hundred people sat quietly; some were chatting in pairs, while others sat with their eyes closed, resting.

"Good, good," Tong Guaiguai said cheerfully. However, the moment she moved the knife, she sliced her own finger.

Tong Guaiguai looked at her husband with adoration, feeling as though she had finally gloriously shed the label of "Mom."

***

For a young man who had stirred up the "Jade Emperor" to possess someone and whom the "Jade Emperor" even favored, scolding him and preparing to strike him moments ago—if nothing had happened, they would be filled with regret. The short, dark-faced man nearly fainted in terror just recalling the scene.

Master Yan sat properly on a metal chair in the corner of the room. He wore a well-fitted white robe, his beard longer than before, giving him a rather ethereal, sage-like appearance. He held a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his right hand, his thumb sliding over them slowly as he looked at Hu Shun-tang with a smile.

"He's out on a mission; he left this morning." Zhou Bolang knew exactly what that meant; Chief Gu had anticipated this long ago and couldn't wait to find an excuse to get him back.

"It’s not that the tea is good, but that you have finally found peace of mind, so everything seems good to you." Xue Jiahong smiled and handed the Yacha King another cup. The Yacha King took it and sipped it slowly, not looking at all like the strange and terrifying man he usually was.

He was not stupid. Li Shen had been establishing assets for the royal family over the past two years. He reckoned that, given his personality, he would not provide any additional special treatment to royal family members later on and would likely abolish all their benefits entirely.

He retreated, wailing as he looked at his shattered fist.

"People from the Shepherd." There was little anger on her face; perhaps because the opponent's strength was no longer on her level, and revenge would be effortless, making anger seem unnecessary.

Upon hearing the news about the Mishan base, some of the mid-level core descendants within the He family headquarters immediately decided that they must take brutal revenge; the prestige of a top-tier Kyoto family must not be tarnished.

After Xia Qi entered the hospital and registered, the doctor conducted a brief inquiry before performing a blood test. Since the results would take some time, she used the interval to visit Jun Haixin’s office.

Yet, at this moment, Qi Jiguang had not even been born, and his teacher, Tang Shunzhi, had not yet led troops to resist the Japanese pirates, let alone famous generals like Yu Dayou, Hu Zongxian, or Zhang Jing. Their primary activities occurred after 1543, which was likely why the mission was set to last only twenty years.

The crimson claw marks flew forth, striking Leng Wuya’s protective barrier with a hissing sound.

"Pah, pah, pah! Who wants to be in a relationship with you? Whether I have a boyfriend or not is none of your business! The reason I haven't been in a relationship is because I'm waiting for my Brother Jianing! Hmph! My body belongs to him!" Zhang Ya said, pulling Liu Jianing’s arm and hugging it.

Of course, the most miserable person at this moment was undoubtedly Edward III, who had been full of ambition and self-satisfaction just a moment ago. In the blink of an eye, Joan of Arc, who had been leaning against a stone facing the English army, had turned around, her cold gaze fixed on Edward III, who had just coerced her.