Chapter Fifty-Six: The Catalyst of Yin and Yang

As we left the entrance of the village, we saw several solitary elderly folk from Nianzi Village. They seemed fearless in the face of the storm, letting the torrential rain pour down on them. With excitement in their voices, they exclaimed that heaven had finally shown mercy—Nianzi Village was finally getting rain, oh heavens...

We hurried to Left Fatty’s place.

Just as we stepped into the stairwell, Xu Maitreya, using his hound-like keen nose, sniffed to either side and abruptly pulled me back. “My nose is clear again…”

“If you take the money and still cause trouble, word will get out. Then you’ll have no standing left in the underworld!” An Weichen regained his composure. He had to find a way for Ding Yalan and Liu Wanyu to get away; he would never allow Ding Yalan to be harmed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Shangguan Feng. He only feared that once he saw her, he wouldn’t be able to leave. This brief separation was to ensure a longer companionship in the future. After experiencing Shangguan Feng’s death, Chu Shang was even more determined—he had to defeat Xuanyuan Ye soon and win Shangguan Feng. He wanted her to willingly leave with him.

The army gradually drew near the east city gate. At this moment, Yun Lin led his men forward. “Marshal Shen, His Majesty has an edict. The Marshal is to dismount and receive it.” The Ministry of Personnel’s official called out loudly.

After all, she was her own mother. No matter how disagreeable Madam Liu usually was, in times like this, Su Zijin’s first thought was still for her mother.

Since entering, both Su Zijin and Madam Zhao had been pale-faced. Now, upon seeing Madam Liu and Su Sihan inside the cell, they breathed a sigh of relief, though a tinge of sorrow remained.

“Auntie, just say what you want to say—we’re all family here. There’s no need for formality,” Luo Lingjin, annoyed by Luo Qingrong’s nonchalant attitude, secretly cursed the girl for her thick skin, but outwardly showed a kind smile as she chatted with Madam Jiang.

“I see the ones living behind you are not easy to deal with,” Luo Lingjin said with the air of a confidante. In truth, this was exactly the situation she preferred, but unfortunately, Luo Qingrong was not herself—she couldn’t win Liang Yuanxin’s heart. If it were her, Liang Yuanxin would never have let these people move in.

“It was You’er who told me. Today Xue’er came to find her—she seemed very upset,” Yu Dui Ze said.

“The Lord will forgive you. Your soul ought to be placed inside those wolves. Perhaps then, we might have a chance of surviving,” David replied.

At those words, the groundhog flipped onto its back once more, lying in Bai Suoming’s arms as if its spirit had left it.

“Defying fate, challenging the heavens—have you found a suitable contract yet?” Bing Wan asked anxiously.

He murmured a prayer to the Martial God of Primordial Beginnings, but having only ever paid his respects to the River God, his sincerity was clearly lacking. In his fear, his hands and feet fumbled; he misplaced his step and tripped over a wooden box.

“Don’t misunderstand. When I left, it wasn’t because I was angry at you—it was Liu Shaoqiang who infuriated me,” Li Xu explained.

“If you want a fight, I’ll see it through to the end.” Leng Feng casually drew the Reaper’s Staff from his ring. Li Shaolong and the others all readied themselves for battle, each eyeing the adversaries with ill intent.

At that moment, the tune of the zither changed, drawing the guards’ attention away. None noticed the ghostly figure slipping through the darkness and leaping onto the painted barge.

While the three were still a little dazed, the black curtain fluttered in the wind, and then came that clear, cold voice, laced with unrestrained mockery.

Meng Tong screamed and raged wildly, his bloodshot eyes fixed above, filled with a hatred and bitterness fiercer than ever before. It was even stronger than the first time he confronted Dan Chen, when he swore to kill him in vengeance for his brother—a hundred times more intense.

In stark contrast to elsewhere, where everyone was beaten back, Beidou single-handedly struck terror into the enemy, buying precious escape time for many warriors. Yet all those warriors could see was a mass of flames and the torn corpses of the fallen.