Chapter 129: The Intermediary

Lu Yalan, sporting two heavy dark circles under her eyes, took the porridge from Wei San and stirred it listlessly with a spoon. Jin Ming sat down across from her at the dining table. Seeing her preoccupied state, his eyes flickered, and he probed gently, "Did you not sleep well last night? Did something happen? If there is anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to say so!"

He remained as gentle and refined as ever, his thoughtful concern and handsome face making it easy for others to feel drawn to him and inclined to trust him.

Lu Yalan thought to herself that had she not met someone even more extraordinary, she would have been completely captivated by him by now.

"There are indeed some matters," Lu Yalan admitted dejectedly. Her entire focus seemed to be on the bowl of porridge in front of her, remaining oblivious to the subtle shifts in the surrounding atmosphere.

Yesterday, they had first wiped out some scattered walking corpses near the West Lake of Yingzhou, thinking the incident was resolved. However, later that evening, the sentries reported sightings of the Night God Cult outside the city.

He had never gotten around to checking what that thing was actually used for, nor did he know if it could be exchanged for any money.

If Ye Chen had not possessed some foundation in spatial arts, he would never have chosen this, but now he felt it was his best option.

Seeing Ruan Hongque arrive, he beckoned for him to sit opposite. Ruan Hongque complied, sitting down to continue their half-finished game of Chinese chess.

Old Man Li's eldest son, Li Chenping, truly regarded the Uyghur elder as an uncle figure; at the very least, he showed him great respect on the surface.

"Look here, Brother Liu, right outside the door is the Hot Pot Street. If you go around the back, you'll find the Blue Sea Palace, one of the best hotels in our Fengming County."

Chu Xinghe spoke to himself, while Xing Ruolan listened intently by his side, not wanting to miss a single word.

The man took a step forward, his emerald bamboo staff descending like a club beating a dog. Grandmaster Feng Zhan instantly felt as if he had sunk into a quagmire, making it difficult to dodge. He immediately channeled the power of his spirit armor and even used defensive martial arts, hoping to block the strike.

No matter how things played out, in the end, nothing had changed; perhaps this was truly what one could call "unspeakable."

"May I ask, Master, would it be convenient to reveal which distinguished guest Master Miaokong is receiving?" asked the personal nanny beside Old Madam Song, full of curiosity.

Youqin Jiatian glanced at Situ Wanzhu. Looking at her pitiful appearance, his eyes showed not a shred of pity. At this point, he found even the most basic pretense to be a bother. He walked straight out the door, giving Situ Wanzhu no response at all.

Moreover, as the last zombie fell, the scene Youqin Jiatian witnessed changed significantly. Most importantly, he saw Wanzai Liang being chased by a zombie in a state of utter disarray, not at all like her usual self. But could this be another illusion?

"Exactly, but besides refining gold, it can also refine other things," Ouyang Hongye explained.

She smelled lovely—a faint, lingering fragrance that was unobtrusively refreshing, making one unable to let go of her hand.

Lin Shen felt a tremor in his heart when he saw Han Yue’s blade. Han Yue’s figure had already vanished from sight. He glared fiercely in the direction Han Yue had departed, knowing it was now impossible to catch up. He had no choice but to give up and vent all his fury on Wei Feng and the others who had been left behind.

Cheng Donglin threw a grand banquet in Yilan, and the underworld in Jinghua City buzzed with activity. Even the Dragon Hall and the Hong Gang, who had a terrible relationship with Cheng Donglin, sent people to attend. Although their relations with him were poor, Cheng Donglin’s takeover of Yilan was now an indisputable reality.

Inside the carriage, Song Sanniang sat with elegant posture, her body swaying slightly with the movement of the carriage, the tassels of the hair ornaments on her bun swinging in beautiful arcs.

She reached out, plucked a blade of grass, and held it between her lips, humming a tune out of sheer boredom while she waited for him to finish eating.

Her smile was exceptionally warm, making Hyacinth feel as if he were basking in a spring breeze. Perhaps because warmth was so rare in this cold Kingdom of the Yellow Springs, any small gesture made him feel incredibly lucky, as if his gains far outweighed his efforts.