Chapter 112: Conspiracy

Hearing these words, Shu Yiming almost laughed out loud. This whole matter was absurd beyond belief. If it really was Zhao Tianguang's conspiracy, what exactly was Zhao Tianguang after? Zhao Tianguang's business empire was already dozens of times the size of the Shu family's. What possible reason could a man like that have for harming Shu Yiming's parents? It seemed Shu Zucheng was grasping at straws in his desperation.

"Ah Ming. You don't know this, but the Zhao family and ours..."

Sometimes she wanted to stop and rest, but the anxiety clung to her like a shadow, as if the moment she paused, the world would leave her behind forever.

The word the blood clan member used was "again," which meant the Blood Duke had not descended for the first time. Could it be that blood sacrifices had been employed before as well, to summon the Blood Duke?

Even now, that dreadful scene remained etched in many people's minds. Wang Yun beat Tong San—without any anger, without any smile, only with an utterly calm expression.

The one tasked with investigating Lu Shaoyan was an "Emissary of the Naihe Bridge" from the direct line of the Dongfang family, and moreover the biological son of the King of the Heavenly Net Prison—"Dongfang Ming."

Not to mention that in the previous life before rebirth, when Xia Keqing had been with him, what purpose she harbored—how could he not know it clearly?

A residual-style sword strike was all about momentum. If one strike failed to break the opponent's momentum, the next became stronger—one layer upon another, the force steadily stacking higher.

"Don't you believe the message your father sent earlier, Yuwei? Do you take it as your father merely boasting on behalf of Young Master Han?"

He looked over the materials and found that the Cloud Mountain Grand Array was nearly fully prepared; only the auxiliary components were missing, while everything else was complete.

"We dug it up." Xie Qingshan saw that the thing was indeed a medicinal herb and couldn't help answering with a smile.

By the time they reached the rooftop, Li Da had grown much more relaxed. He took out a bottle of 1982 Lafite and shared it with Chen Tianci and the others.

It was just that having barged into the other party's nest for no reason, being stared at by so many crows made him feel a chill seeping through his entire body.

Jiang Qiang returned to his office and pulled up the recording of the surgery he had just performed. Looking at himself in the footage, a smile crept to the corner of his mouth—it had been years since he'd felt such an exhilarating operation.

"Not bad. Here in the cultivation world, we've already opened up connections with the cultivation forces of all the major countries. Now we can take on all kinds of missions worldwide. Our organization has grown into a large-scale emerging power in the cultivation world..." An Yi excitedly reported the organization's progress to Ye Cheng.

Zhao Yuan removed the gauze and saw the bullet hole. His expression turned grim—the bullet was still lodged in his head.

"I told you not to bother me!" The man on the ground wanted to say something but couldn't get a word out. Yu Gaohui's face was deeply displeased; he hadn't expected someone to bully his own man right in front of him.

Therefore, when he detonated the Sixth Heaven's self-destruction array and used the array's power to attack the primordial beasts, the damage inflicted by the backlash erosion was extremely severe.

"We two won't need any." Catherine politely declined Madame Pomfrey's suggestion—she only wanted to get a good night's sleep now.

Although the drainage outlet of Cooling Tower No. 4 had been damaged when Ye Cheng escaped back then, the tower hadn't completely collapsed after all, and after urgent repairs it could still barely be put to use.

Shen Zhaozhao also more or less figured out why Meng Shiqing had been so confident in sweeping both her and Su Yuening into the net on the very same day.

Zhao Yuan had just used overwhelming skill to give everyone a proper lesson in neurosurgery, cardiothoracic surgery, and the infectious diseases department.

"You killed my parents, feel not a shred of remorse, and still stand here making cold remarks—I'll kill you!" Luo Yunping's eyes were bloodshot as he hurled a punch straight at Chen Fan.

There was no helping it—the only part of his body where he could still equip any items was basically just his head.

"Hmph, I don't believe you truly want to die." Zhu Huang sneered inwardly, but Qin Yu's next words made Zhu Huang unable to stay seated.