Volume One, Chapter 32: Even the Compass Is Broken

"My three roommates: Lin Si, Lu Yu, and Xu Lianrong," Mu Wanyi said, pointing them out one by one to Mu Yeli.

Mu Wanyi smiled upon hearing this, not because she thought Xu Keqing wasn't a match for Yin Tong, but because Yin Tong could never truly hold onto a person like Xu Keqing.

Her father never cared for others' feelings when he spoke; he was always blunt, digging straight into people's deepest wounds.

Even when she was with her previous boyfriend, the things she did to help him had crossed legal boundaries, and the statute of limitations had not yet expired.

As she turned her head, Lin Yu’s detestable, grinning face—the one she itched to kick—suddenly appeared right in front of her, mere inches away.

She knew very well that for a man of Lin Yu’s character, being forced to kneel and suffer humiliation in public was far worse than death itself.

Luo Xing closed his eyes, then opened them again, tapping the quilt lightly as he inwardly despised himself.

Instead, it was her cousin Mo Xiaoqiang, who lived as a guest in the Meng family, who was highly favored and enjoyed the treatment that should have belonged to the original owner, simply because she also possessed the rare water spirit root.

Her body was riddled with injuries and she had lost a significant amount of blood; if she let these people continue to torment her, she would truly be finished.

"Because this is my line of work, I’m just more sensitive to these scents," Ge Yunsong explained to Yang Jian as they walked.

Just then, Chen Feng felt a sense of foreboding. Although he knew they might have fallen into a perilous situation, he felt at a loss as to how to handle it.

"Rest assured, I wouldn't gamble with my child's life," Zhuang Zhongren said, snatching the antidote from Zhong Rushui’s hand.

"What exactly are the Heavens?" Xia Mingfeng murmured, a look of confusion on his face. He kept asking himself, but found no clue. Closing his eyes, he replayed the image of the Great Emperor of Fengdu unleashing the Great Heavenly Hand Seal over and over in his mind, becoming utterly consumed by it.

I realized then that this Dachang Tong would not be easy to deal with, and I braced myself for another long, exhausting night.

"Oh no! This beast’s innate supernatural ability is incredibly bizarre; it is not something we can withstand!" Faced with the premonition in his heart, Yun Yu’s cry of alarm rang out simultaneously.

Zhao Ming’s mind was in turmoil after hearing Deng Rui’s words. He wondered if his mother was in the Eastern Territory or somewhere else. *Mother, please don’t worry,* he thought, clenching his fists tightly, *I will train hard, find the murderer, and bring justice to the Zhao family.*

He could see that Chen Tiannan’s sudden display of the Spirit Gathering Pill was clearly a test. If he hadn't spent the last three months training desperately, he might not have been able to control his emotions.

"Yes, I lost." Looking at Wang Hou, Poison Island Saeko felt a bit dejected, but she was even more exhilarated.

After giving Lan Jian a sound beating, Chen Feng grabbed the Qinghong Sword and slipped into the woods, vanishing without a trace.

None of them refuted their companion’s words, for it was the simple truth, and there was nothing to argue against.

Nan Jiuyuan’s expression was grim. Although Feng Xuanyuan, in the guise of Yin Xuan, controlled the important Tiger Cavalry Battalion, his rank was not particularly high.

"Yes! I have decided! And I am taking my son with me!" Even though the chances were slim, she had to try.

As the only captain the *Archangel* had ever known since its birth, old Slovak had commanded the vessel for fifty years. He was cautious, cunning, intelligent, and possessed an incredibly sharp eye; any trap designed to lure him in would be instantly detected by his keen gaze, leading to the destruction of both the enemy's plot and the enemy themselves.

Xie Linchen had already noticed the look on Ji Weiwei’s face and could only smile and wave at them.

It was a miracle she hadn't fainted from physical and mental exhaustion; she had no energy left to let her mind wander.

She had specifically asked Cheng Ling to mention the Empress Dowager in front of the Emperor, fully considering the Empress Dowager’s opinion of Princess Mingjue. After all, the Empress Dowager knew Mingjue’s true identity and would never tolerate such ostentation. Her current predicament was of her own making.

Su Hao, however, was unfazed. "I'm just visiting, is that not allowed? If the Crown Prince doesn't welcome me, I'll leave." As he spoke, he actually turned around as if to depart.

"I’m asking you, why aren't you saying anything?" Lady Wang felt a secret chill. Had the poisoning plot been exposed? That couldn't be right; if it had, the Prince wouldn't have invited her to breakfast.

The servant’s face turned pale at these words. His earlier slip of the tongue had been unintentional, yet this wandering mystic had seized upon it and blurted it out in public. If the Prince found out, he would surely be shown no mercy.

Qin Wan was speechless for a moment. The "weeds" Hua Rong spoke of were unseen in the mortal world and possessed unique medicinal properties; even sold individually in the human realm, they would be worth far more than a first-grade pill.

Yet, those ordinary plants were entirely at An Ran's mercy. If she wanted them to grow, they had no choice but to grow, regardless of the harsh weather! They were like puppets in An Ran's hands, completely devoid of any will of their own.

The Immortal Emperor merely smiled at the Yuan family’s various decoys, for the ancestor of the Yuan family, Yuan Weng, had already communicated with him beforehand—it was all just an act.

In the eyes of the powerful, possessing absolute strength was synonymous with possessing the world. What a simple, straightforward reason.

"In that case, the Old Man of Pear Mountain has actually done us a favor! Knowing we faced difficulties ahead, he voluntarily sent a golden alms bowl to clear the path!" Zhang Ruyun couldn't help but laugh.

"Yan Xiangyang’s pig-head face was beaten by you, wasn't it?" Yan Xiangran wasn't foolish. Although Yan Xiangyang’s excuse seemed plausible, she thought that if a schoolyard bully like him, surrounded by a pack of sycophants, could be beaten into a pulp by a classmate, then the other party would likely be dead by now.