Chapter 53: His Truth
Dong Yi spoke in a calm tone, “You’ve offended the Empress and become the Noble Consort’s weapon—are you truly unaware?”
Bai Huan raised her brows. Both were clever; she had no patience left for pretense.
She sat down, lifted her teacup and drained it in one gulp, quenching her thirst and soothing her mood.
Her gaze was indifferent. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted to see? From the moment you so rarely helped me enter the palace, weren’t you simply testing my usefulness?”
“Now, I’ve stirred up the harem’s—”
Two days later, in the guest room of the Southern People’s Government, “Chairman Chen, isn’t your approach rather unfriendly? I demand a reasonable explanation,” Jurdian questioned.
According to rumors, Wanbo visited the Flower Pavilion every day for revelry, and today was no exception.
This Soul Forest was terrifying. In the days that followed, Yun Feng felt as if he were treading on thin ice, never daring to be careless. He had thought the ancient tree above would be safer, but after repeated attacks, he no longer dared to climb so recklessly.
Chirp~!” Suddenly, the nine phoenixes’ bodies erupted in turmoil, and the Yin-Yang incarnations seized the moment to launch a counterattack.
Along the way, the raucous celebration made the wedding all the more lively. Emperor Song’s smile stretched from ear to ear; it was no wonder he was so jubilant—today, he was to resolve the first great matter of his life! How could he not be happy?
“I’m going out for business, not to drink. That bar’s name is something like ‘Shattered Dreams Tavern!’” Master Yi hastily explained to Old Sun.
The two men shouted and fought, slaughtering Cao Hongyan until he had no fight left, fleeing in all directions. Within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Cao Hongyan had already been wounded.
Only Chen Yi knew the truth: it wasn’t true murderous intent, but the scent of blood. His blood boiled restlessly within, causing this reaction.
“Perhaps there’s still some reluctance in my heart, a bit of unwillingness. Perhaps, deep down, I still hold onto extravagant hope.” A bitter, self-mocking smile flitted across Xiao Menglou’s face.
At this moment, perhaps it had been a year since he’d truly fought, yet for a cultivator, the sensation of battle could never be forgotten. Especially now, as Qing Lianyi’s healing methods far surpassed her initial, simple self-healing.
While Yao Yao was still circling overhead, Zhao Pu saw a white figure swoop down from above.
Xuanyuan Ge was as frantic as an ant on a hot pot, shouting to Jiang Tian, hoping he could devise a way to break the current impasse.
Though I don’t know what the ghosts here want, it’s easy enough to deduce they all died in car accidents. These vengeful spirits have entranced us, surely with malicious intent. Every minute we delay adds another minute of danger.
About a minute and a half later, the man in the black robe appeared again in the video, this time walking out from the antique market. The camera angle happened to catch his face.
To address the severe labor shortage, the Mechanical Academy’s talents, together with craftsmen from local workshops, invented numerous advanced machines for both industry and agriculture in Donghai.
“I’d like to return to the Man Tian Holy Sect; could Uncle Mu possibly take us there?” Lan Xuan asked a bit shyly.
The lightning was split in two, nothing could stop it; retreat was impossible, the blade hung overhead, close as could be.
As everyone waited patiently, footsteps sounded outside; then the curtain was lifted and Lin Yehuo rushed in.
Chen Fan did not immediately leave the old district; instead, he crossed several streets and alleys, arriving at a tightly closed wooden door. The old locust tree at the entrance had already shed all its leaves, leaving bare branches and a thick carpet on the ground.
Helian Ye broke into a smile, his eyes twinkling, which left Yun Chen entranced.
“Uh...” Qiao Mo Han struggled to follow Tang Zi Yi’s train of thought, but as he was naturally perceptive, after pondering for a while, he understood the meaning behind the words.