Chapter 60: No Peace to Be Found

After a week of non-stop work, they finally had a day of peace. After finishing the interview with Chu Xing, Li Wanbai and Su Orange boarded the company car to return home.

The car was sent by the company, and by the time they realized the direction was wrong, it was already too late.

Su Orange suddenly sat upright, grumbling, "Seriously? We've been busy for so long, finally get some rest, and now we have to go back to the company?"

The driver, a quiet middle-aged man sent by the company, heard Su Orange’s complaint but said nothing.

"I understand." Li Tan replied solemnly. Su Zhen didn’t linger, rising to leave.

However, Jiutian did not intend to buy these. Since he planned to open a shop, he would not sell spirit plants of this quality. These were decent, but not the most perfect specimens. He wouldn’t offer them in his store.

Just as Jiutian was about to speak, he caught sight of someone else entering through the gates—a young man, slightly burly, over six feet tall, with an imposing presence.

Qin Chuan, who never forgave a slight, could not endure such humiliation. He would surely respond, whether in gratitude or vengeance, depending on his strength at the time.

Hua Tian nodded. He was only a cultivator of the Illusion Realm, weak and alone. To probe for news of the Dongyuan Tomb Map was as difficult as reaching the heavens. But with the influence of the Demon Luo Emperor in the Southern Continent, it would be effortless to search for the whereabouts of anything.

In the Immortal King Province, many spirit plant masters worked more as consultants. Their relationship was like that between a fishery owner and a fisheries expert, or between farmers and agricultural specialists. The spirit plant masters solved problems and provided assistance, but were not themselves growers or managers.

"Strike horizontally!" Elder Protector Chen shouted as well, spiritual energy surging, wielding his weapon and cleaving downward with both hands.

They hadn’t barged in recklessly; not only was this ancient coffin mysterious, but more importantly, this place was a dead zone—there was no way out.

Feng Yi spoke as he stepped into the temple. A surge of powerful Buddhist energy rushed at him. Feng Yi sneered, simply pointed with a finger, and the force instantly collapsed.

Sure enough, through blurred, pain-filled vision, he saw the man draw a silver sniper rifle from his coat.

He had not sat on the throne for long before the Qin dynasty was overthrown, plunging the world once more into chaos and fragmentation.

"So that means Xiao Tianyu is doomed!" Emperor Yun spoke lightly, surprised by Xiao Tianyu’s recklessness. All the better; dealing with him would require no effort on his part.

He said this to allay others' concerns. While those nearby turned back to search, he quietly slipped his hand inside.

"Stay here, don’t come out!" Understanding the situation, he quickly pushed Mu Qingli, who was following him, back into the cave, then rushed toward the entrance.

Just as he was marveling, a sudden gust swept toward him, and another blurry figure appeared.

As one of the few teams with vehicles still operational, Zv wanted to try rushing down the housing zone.

Seeing the swelling shapes drawing closer, Fang Hong realized the danger and shouted to the others.

After their final round of firing, all combatants quickly dropped their guns and switched to melee weapons, which they'd always considered mere burdens.

It had been a perilous moment; Zhuge Changyun knew that only quick reflexes had saved him—if not, those icy fingers would have gripped his throat.

With that, several Martial Emperors lifted the Crown Prince’s body and carried it out of Longhua Hall. The Empress was utterly shocked; it was the first time she’d seen anyone dare take her beloved son away before her very eyes.

Though the maneuver just now required only a thought, Su Xi insisted on a touch of ceremony, despite the pressing urgency of the moment.