Chapter 35

Regardless of whether it was due to Wan Ningzhu’s arrival, the fact that everyone could gather for a drink was in itself a source of great happiness. Being sent away by the Empress Dowager during the morning audience was already a significant loss of face for Consort Dai Shu, though of course, it paled in comparison to the charges Liang Yuanxin had leveled against her.

Queen Mani was stunned for a moment, but when a surge of new information flooded its mind from the void, its head nearly exploded the instant it processed the message.

The typically resilient Madam Li had collapsed; this was a major crisis for the Tian family. Tian Tian, panicked, joined Tian Xiu and Tian Rou in tidying up her aunt’s room before waiting in the courtyard for a diagnosis from Elder Doctor Yang.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Yingying!” Sun Xuehao’s voice was calm, devoid of any frustration one might expect from a person who had just lost.

Tian Tian pretended not to understand An Zirui’s words. Not only did she sit down, but she deliberately sat directly opposite him, making it difficult for him to ignore her. Seeing Tian Tian’s slightly smug smile, coupled with Mu Qinghan’s stern, protective posture—as if he were ready to kill—An Zirui felt deeply annoyed.

Long Qianxun had already made up his mind: if anyone else dared to invade, he would seal the Immortal Palace. Chen Feng had already instructed him that if such a situation arose, he would certainly rush to provide reinforcements, which gave Long Qianxun total peace of mind.

Tian Tian didn’t know what was wrong with herself. She had been longing for his return every single day, yet now that he was back, shouldn’t the plot be unfolding with them hand-in-hand, sweetly whispering their mutual affection? How did it devolve into this game of cat and mouse?

But that day, they forced him to undergo simulated illusory combat training. Those bloody, infinitely cruel scenes replayed in his mind over and over again.

“Then what is your relationship with the owner of that company?!” Mother Han’s question at this moment felt unexpectedly aggressive.

For some reason, Ye Chen was not in the right state of mind today. Although he was healing the Divine General Mo Yuan, his thoughts were drifting toward Chu Xuan and Chu Ling, causing his performance to slip. He inadvertently put Mo Yuan through agonizing pain, and hilariously, he was so lost in his own thoughts that he remained completely oblivious to it.

Su Ranran and Su Qinghan’s scandal had already reached him; he felt an urgent desire to rush back to the country and give those media outlets a good beating.

“No need to be polite; I’m just feeling sorry for you.” Wen Qingyuan could not hide the disappointment on her face.

However, the argument between Dou Yinzi and Liu Cuilian a few days ago had nothing to do with Guan Jinlin, but rather the prisoner Guan Jinlin had captured, Matsui Gongyi.

***

The Shadow was of demon origin, and in his dictionary, there was no such thing as a direct confrontation.

Ye Chen crawled out, his powerful saintly body covered in blood and gore. He was not yet dead; the Chaos Divine Cauldron and Chu Ling’er had shielded him from the lethal strikes of the Emperor’s Law.

Su Qinghan closed his eyes. At this moment, he didn’t want to care about anything; he just wanted to devour Su Ranran whole.

If not for his own Golden Core-stage strength, he would likely have already perished at the hands of Li Zetian.

To Yang Songyun’s surprise, he hadn’t expected a casual strike to have such an effect. The opponent had failed to dodge and was forced to take the blow head-on.

“Ha, that’s what I should be asking you! Breaking over the wall in the middle of the night—what are you two trying to do?” Yang Zhen walked slowly toward them, asking with a gloomy face.

Just as the four of them were enjoying their meal, two figures inappropriately approached the table where Shangguan Yunyao was sitting. Their eyes were fixed on Mu Zixuan, filled with lewd desire.

Outside Tianwang Mountain, the battlefield of the God-rank experts was world-shattering. Even with the barrier set by Elder Zun and others, the destructive fluctuations caused the entire mountain range to tremble violently. The ten thousand people within the mountains were swaying unsteadily, suffering greatly, with some of lower cultivation even vomiting blood from the shock.

Only Zhang Jia remained calm, as if he had long since seen through the cultivation levels of Shangguan Yunyao and Lu Xueyao.

Yuan Hong roared. In his eyes, the stone statue transformed into a dragon-tailed crocodile, its eyes burning with monstrous ferocity and its body bristling with jagged bone spikes. With a flick of its dragon tail, it tore a ghost shadow apart, dispersing waves of spectral soldiers.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Jiang. Since my brother Lin Fei and I have promised you, I will naturally strive to make it happen.” This was the first time Mu Zixuan had spoken to Jiang Yuanlong, which brought a smile to his face.

“And then?” Yang Zhen asked calmly. He could see that the other party was still beating around the bush and hadn't mentioned anything substantive.

Originally, the Huang family had a stronghold in the capital, but after the people in the Chen family’s stronghold learned of the massive changes in Qiaoshan Town, they organized a force and dismantled the Huang family’s stronghold before they could react, leaving them no chance of a comeback.

Yun Xian suddenly realized that he still had over seven hundred years to live, and seven hundred years could change many things. However, they did not know that those infected with wolf poison usually died within a year or two. Therefore, they believed they would die within that time frame.

***

Such words were generally derogatory, but judging by Ning Zhen’s tone, he actually seemed somewhat envious.

The animal trap was two thumbs wide and covered in rust; it looked quite old. When Lin Meng touched it, her hand was stained a reddish-brown.

Even if someone broke through the void, they would perish in the black holes within it. So-called ascension was merely becoming an immortal; only gods were supreme, but no one had ever truly become a god.

“Brother Liangsheng, shall we go play?” She stepped forward, grabbing the young man’s clothes and shaking them, looking pitiful enough to break one’s heart.

Wang Tian wanted to see Song Shi now; he didn’t have much time, and it was better to hurry.

Shi Fangmingliang didn’t need to do anything; he only needed to maintain the right attitude and show his father and brother his determination to build a career. They would then arrange for professional talent to plan and manage his affairs, and the business network their family had accumulated over the years would begin to exert its influence.

There were those with holy titles who had encountered the Pope and the Grand Priest during their prayers. For the number one and number two figures to personally step down was quite approachable for the believers.

“Alright.” The boy sighed helplessly, patted Lin Meng on the shoulder to comfort her, and stood up, limping toward He Tingting.

In this world, the Sunflower Manual was clearly superior to the Dugu Nine Swords, the Star-Sucking Great Skill, and other such ultimate arts, and by more than just a single grade.

Some of the weaker monsters were cleared out first, and those that remained could not withstand the damage, scrambling to escape the range of the rain—a range controlled by Victor, the Salted Fish King.

Although the scene appeared volatile, chaotic, and grand, it was, in reality, proceeding in an orderly fashion.