Chapter 52: Weiwei, A Huge Misunderstanding

Feng Su's sudden appearance struck him like a bolt of lightning to the head, as if a bright green cap had sprouted atop him. From his lofty vantage, Feng Su's eyes, now shuttered and cold, radiated a chilling aura, his domineering presence intimidating all outsiders. The peculiarities in Li Jiuwei’s behavior over these past days finally began to make sense. Jiang Huaijing’s expression was a study in complexity, his clenched fists creaking with tension.

"Feng Su, how dare you lay a hand on my woman? You deserve to die!" he roared.

The power of pseudo-spirit fire might never compare to the real thing, but it was far stronger than ordinary flames—hence, its name. Those three bottles of vodka had gone straight to her head, and coupled with the exhaustion from days of scheming and the ordeal in the fire, she was truly weary.

Du Linlang was positively elated. She had thought that, even if they’d managed to prove their innocence, people would still hesitate, which would surely affect the shop’s business. At that moment, he had no idea how to respond. After a long hesitation, all he managed to send was a simple, "Thank you."

Yet, he dared not curse anyone from the Envoy clan; he could only retreat rapidly with the Ouyang family in tow.

When Shen Ruoxing heard these words, her eyes filled with tears. "My lord, I beg you, please spare my husband’s life. Do not harm him."

In truth, Li Mo had vaguely foreseen this: his eldest son Li Mu’s return would surely unsettle the second son. Mo Qingru was instantly terrified, her sobs abruptly cut off, and she looked at Ye Chen with a pair of beautiful, wary eyes.

What extraordinary ability did he possess to make so many wealthy merchants eager to marry off their most outstanding children to him? There was no way she would rob him of his rice after leaving the black market without paying, nor would she ever reveal his dealings there.

Already in a foul mood and locked in mortal rivalry with them, he had no intention of being polite; his words nearly drove the three on the opposite side mad with anger. He longed for the classics of his past life to become legendary here as well—and was just as eager to see how this world would judge them.

"The day of the princess’s competition, this must be kept close at hand. If anyone else sees it, there will surely be gossip," the attendant said.

At that instant, a sense of utter desolation clung to Wang Yi’s fingertips; faint black mist swirled, revealing the Withered Wood Finger, one of the three great techniques of the Decay and Renewal Sutra.

Out of caution, he dared not present it to the screenwriter just yet—who could tell if some explosive rumor might leak about the famed poet Zhang Yang’s script containing a glaring error?

Wu Ming struck first, summoning fire with a palm; blades of flame shot forth like swords, swift as a rainbow. "Not bad!" After retreating seven or eight lengths, Man Shu finally steadied himself, the metallic immortal energy within him gradually overwhelmed and dissolved by the onslaught of fire-attribute immortal power.

"This man once held great renown—I am well aware of that—but those days are long gone. Can it be you truly do not realize this?"

Dan Benxin immediately began to study the safe’s brand—his safe-cracking skills were average at best, but with targeted practice, his speed would surely improve.

That old fox even dragged a rattan chair over to Guo Dalu, setting it down lightly, his face wearing that insincere smile, devoid of the slightest irritation.

Once again looking down on the barely conscious Kakashi, Obito began absorbing the power of the Ten Tails. Sensing danger, the Ten Tails roared in fury, its colossal form unleashing another storm of lightning across the battlefield—an apocalyptic scene unfolding once more.

Magistrate Han still felt a bit wronged: he’d simply fallen into habitual thinking, with no intention of overstepping.

Seeing his words had lost their effect, the Martial Sage of Stars and Moon sneered, "The innocent need not defend themselves—one day the truth will come to light! Lilac, there’s nothing more to say. Let us fight!" With that, a milky-white orb of light appeared at the tip of his staff.