Chapter 58: The Strategy of Discord

After a long moment, the Imperial Consort’s smile faded, and she asked slowly, “Bai Huan, you do not vie for the legitimate heir, but are willing to marry a concubine’s son, even wish to elevate him as an official. You must understand, no matter how high Gu Fourth Young Master scores, he is still born of a concubine; the Marquis of Ruyang’s household will never let him rise above the rest. The Bai family is vast and powerful, the foremost fragrance masters in Tiansheng. As the eldest legitimate daughter, are you truly content with this?”

“So, Bai Huan, what is it you truly seek?”

It was a probing exchange.

Bai Huan

The two went directly to the construction site. Since it wasn’t their first subcontract, Wang Dahua couldn’t simply take on the project by knowing its area and structure.

Within these burial grounds, opportunities abound, surpassing even those found in the imperial battlefields; some missing imperial and immortal legacies may appear, perhaps even the most formidable inheritances across the heavens.

Yet, due to George’s explosive strength and his own robust physique, he did not slow down or lose balance under the defenders’ grabbing—he kept half a body ahead of them.

After yesterday’s match, Lixiang seemed to have loosened up, becoming a bit more cheerful. She joined everyone for dinner and the gathering.

“Up till now, none of my experimental subjects have ever failed,” the doctor leaned against the door, tossing the remote control from hand to hand.

“Don’t worry, in the end, it’ll be us who succeed!” Xia Yu didn’t directly admit it, but didn’t want everyone to worry any longer.

Since the two met, he had never been so wild—a stream of nonsense pouring from his mouth, unable to focus on the simplest points of conversation, like a madman who had taken the wrong medicine, lashing out at whatever came his way. Not a trace remained of his usual elegance and composure.

A thunderous explosion shook the heavens. Even with the blessing and protection of the supreme celestial weapon, and a faint glow of supreme immortal light guarding him, under that strike, the Blood-Proud Heavenly Lord was still sent flying tens of thousands of miles, crashing through star after star, finally falling into the deepest reaches of the cosmos, sending a storm of blood across the sky.

Across from me, the Grand Tutor glared coldly, lifted his chin with disdain, snorted, and then sat back down.

The divine race’s artillery mercilessly bombarded the city. Everywhere, jungle dwarves and wood elves fled in panic, hopeless, trembling, and stunned as they endured destruction.

In his childhood as the Nether Lord, that person, bearing a hint of legendary mystery, became the god who sheltered him as a child.

Furthermore, the questions I leaked involved the college entrance exam. Though I planned to use unrelated questions to muddle things, there’s always some clever ones among them. Especially since my time in the provincial capital was short, it was impossible to explain every single question to her individually.

Yu Siqiao was nearly consumed by the heat wave; the brief clarity from the pain in her arm seemed to vanish in that instant, burned away by fury.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, he seized the golden staff and swung it straight at the bald giant’s head.

In the WeChat chat window, there was a screenshot, with a crowd underneath expressing envy and jealousy. She didn’t have Mo Shu’s WeChat, but she recognized many of those who liked the post, including Xiao Yuanzi.

Ye Hao pondered as he slowly pulled out Lin Qi’s corpse, manipulated it for a while, then tucked it back into his storage space. He already had a plan for how to escape next.

He lifted his hand and dismissed the Qingxian spell, stuffed the reckless, revealed original body into the Immortal Lock pouch, and formed a wind-control seal with his fingers.

Ahead, in a Gu family village, smoke curled gently, drifting away. In the air, the fragrance of coarse tea and simple fare seemed to waft, tranquil and pleasant.

The Star Net looked innocuous, but in truth it was not. When it drew within half a meter of Lin Sheng, starlight suddenly surged, and a terrifying pressure swept forth. Lin Sheng remained calm, the Reincarnation Disk spinning within him, a green-patterned long sword appearing in the void. Sword blossoms scattered as the Severing Sentiment Sword Technique struck fiercely—a single move pierced the clouds straight into the Star Net.