Chapter 21: An Empty Pursuit

Chapter Twenty-One: An Empty Pursuit

Qin Yu hurriedly offered a reassuring smile and said, "It's nothing. Do you know who attacked you?"

"I have no idea. Five men in black suddenly rushed in, knocking everyone down before we could even react. The people in the bar were dragged into a car. Just before I lost consciousness from my injuries, that was all I saw..."

The newcomer wore a plain white dress, her face veiled with blue gauze. Her features were obscured, but the pair of eyes exposed were breathtaking—dark and deep, sparkling like gems in the night sky. Her waist-length hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her graceful figure was exquisite beyond compare.

"Can we still follow the direction of the feather to decide which way to go?" she asked after glancing around several times.

Then Zhou Hongshen began leading his men. When they reached the edge of the woods, he assigned tasks, instructing each of his companions to scatter and search for any trace of Xiangliu.

She reached out and seized Meiji, who was struggling in the water, then elegantly leaped back onto the pleasure boat adorned with murals and music.

The Chaos Beast let out a resentful roar. Though more intelligent than others of its kind, it was still no match for a human. Its failed attack only fueled its fury.

As for Grandmother Phoenix, Qian Yi naturally harbored immeasurable hatred. The sight of her mother’s tragic death before her eyes was an eternal nightmare, waking her night after night with terror.

At first, Ding Changsheng didn’t feel inconvenienced at all. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Shi Aiguo and Tao Chengjun exchanged bitter smiles. Still, Ding Changsheng could not understand what was inappropriate about the situation.

"Though it was a narrow escape, the commotion this time was perhaps a bit too great," Xiao Fei suddenly said with a wry smile.

"Mind your boundaries," the prince warned coldly. If she weren’t still of some use, why else would Huangfu Yuexun lower himself to converse with her for so long? And the longer this dragged on, the more likely it was that Wanqi Sheng would catch wind of it. When that happened, who could say who would claim the credit?

The centurion was instantly alarmed—such ruthlessness! Yet he was helpless to do otherwise. The palace was a net of heaven and earth; no one could escape, even with wings. He barked an order: "Withdraw! Quickly!" and his soldiers retreated at once.

Except for Tang Benxiu, nearly everyone present was well aware of Fang Yi’s past. As a child, he had once followed his grandfather into a plague zone and become lost in the jungle. There, he encountered an old Taoist who, in three months, taught him the Six-Character Qi Gong and the Five Animals Frolic, then vanished without a trace.

Zhang Ning, seizing the opportunity, settled both old and new scores with Zhuang Shaoyou, giving him a thorough scolding and venting all her pent-up grievances from these past days. Only after a long while did her anger subside.

Yet a terrifying scene unfolded—though the force rebounded, the evil dragon was even fiercer than before. The backlash merely pushed it to the edge of the Eight Extremities Destruction Formation, failing to drive it back as before. The dragon reached out and laid its hand on the formation.

Though she arrived home earlier than usual today, she still ended up entering almost at the same time as Mr. Yong. Upon entering, she saw Zizhu happily running about with half a piece of osmanthus cake in her mouth.

Despite Zhao Bingjian’s furious pounding on the car door, the vehicle sped away from the rehabilitation center, racing onto the highway and vanishing from his astonished, enraged sight in mere moments.

"What are you doing?" Yu Yan smiled faintly, the corners of his lips curling as his beautiful phoenix eyes fixed on Su Huan, as if two beams of light had locked onto her.

Wanli cast a cold glance at Ma Chao. In his view, such pure warriors were exactly what the Ming army needed most. Like Qi Jiguang, men who knew only how to wage war—there would always be someone to shield them. The Ming still needed those who got things done, and Ma Chao, to his mind, was one of them.