Chapter 109: Night Raid

As mentioned in the previous chapter, Xu Yaozu and the Hao sisters, along with two others, had plotted to capture Hu Yingfei alive that very night. Dressed in night-traveling gear and wielding blades, they crept into Hu Yingfei’s guest room. By the light of the moon streaming through the window, they saw Hu Yingfei sleeping soundly on the bed, his snores echoing loudly. Xu Yaozu felt a secret thrill; he tiptoed forward, ready to pull out his ropes and bind the man. But unexpectedly, his leg caught on a low stool. *Clang!* With a sharp sound, the stool went flying, and Xu Yaozu stumbled, nearly falling to the floor. The group hurriedly lowered their bodies, pressing flat against the ground, not daring to move a muscle. They listened as the snoring in the room paused, then resumed, returning to its original rhythm.

Aside from these two options, there really were no better alternatives. At such a critical moment, letting him go was clearly out of the question. Perhaps his choice was for the best; at least they would no longer have to be constantly on guard against him, though they still needed to ask. Modern smartphones are highly intelligent; wherever you go, they automatically push the latest news and updates for that location to you. "When you turn three, big brother will teach you martial arts, too." Upon hearing this, Yangyang turned his head and gave him a big, bright smile. This Dragon Lord was a classic example of the saying: "Calamity and fortune have no fixed gate; one invites them upon oneself." The reason the killing intent of heaven and earth manifested in him was precisely because of his conduct, which drew resentment toward himself. However, if the primordial spirit were to take control of his life, this killing intent would have no place to strike, becoming as lifeless as a dead object. "What did you say? Say it again—what is her name?" Wu Jueyan was so startled that he leapt from his chair. Li Zimu checked the time and noted that while it was time to get moving, they were not in any particular hurry. Li Zimu sat on the sofa, a cup in his left hand and a cigarette held between the fingers of his right, gazing quietly at the corner of the room. Zhuang Yaho and Zhuge Yinglong were singing into microphones, while Li Tian and Zhang Jingyang were rolling dice; the entire room was filled with boisterous energy. Sensing Mebis’s sullen mood, Zhang Han remained unmoved, thinking to himself that only the things one cannot easily obtain are truly cherished. After saying this, he picked up an empty glass from the table, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp. When he set the glass back down, his face wore his most familiar, faint smile. "Wait. Aside from watching and waiting, there is no other way. Besides, they don’t look like they are here for us." Ling Tianqi said, his eyes, which had been tightly shut, snapping open. His sharp gaze pierced through the door to look outside. Luo Jun’s Fortune Sword Technique had reached a level of divine mastery; every beam of sword light possessed the consciousness of a master. Furthermore, it incorporated the principles of Taiji, as well as the laws of space and time.

Zou Zhanqiang’s words left me stunned. My surprise was not because the watch was a gift from Chi Dongfang—I had already known that—but because Zou Zhanqiang had actually told me the truth. Bu Tinghe’s eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief. How could Chu Junyi be here? How had he managed to come? "Don't speak so sanctimoniously. You simply hope to see us fight each other. Unfortunately, you are neither the fisherman reaping the benefits nor the mantis stalking the cicada," Lan Qianyue said, looking at Long Xiyu with a sneer, her words utterly devoid of politeness. As I spoke, I took out my phone and called Luo Zheng, telling him the hotel where Qiao Qiao was staying. We agreed to meet in forty minutes. Xu Hong’s expression flickered, though he revealed nothing. He had long known that Ji Miexing was no simple character. In such a predicament, he had already prepared for the worst; yet, to hear that there was a way to escape even after their divine weapon’s defenses were breached left Xu Hong deeply shocked. Testing his spiritual power, Lan Qianyue was overjoyed to find that it had been restored and that the bottleneck in his cultivation had been broken. The jewelry was exquisitely crafted, eschewing the popular gold and silver of the time in favor of jade, emerald, and coral. In particular, a set of red coral ornaments looked like flames dancing in the air, beautiful and unrestrained. He was not only unable to advance or retreat but had also left the impression that he was eager for his own father to die so he could take his place. The only person in the entire Demon Emperor Island who could roam freely was Nangong Yan himself. Even the captains who came to report to him were not allowed to wander at will; if caught, they would be questioned. The Demon Emperor Pirate Crew had its rules.