Chapter 79: The Sorcerer (10)

To be an emperor is not merely to possess a kingdom; one must understand that the realm is won through stepping over bones and bloodshed, not through endless festivities and peace that guarantee invincibility. The disciples of Kunlun vanished one by one in golden light. Bai Li Qiudi stood frozen, even as Qin Wuji lunged at her, only to be swept up by a powerful force and returned to the hall.

Ding Changsheng remained unmoved, sitting on his own sofa, saying, “Since you wish to come, then once you arrive, we’ll go see them together. The gathering won’t take long. The real issue is where the money is. Just bring it here and hand it out on the spot—far more effective than any agreement.”

If the gateways between the ghost realm and the demon realm, or between the human realm and the demon realm, seemed smooth, then the entrance between the celestial realm and the demon realm appeared as if it had been sealed for ten thousand years.

A day passed in the blink of an eye. The disciples of the Taiyuan Sect never attacked those of the Eastern Domain Sect, but the Eastern Domain disciples dared not be careless; everyone knew that if the Taiyuan Sect struck, it would be with thunderous force—any lapse could bring irreparable disaster.

“This is the last time. The complications are too great. If it isn’t resolved perfectly, more people will be dragged into it. I don’t want anyone to take the blame for me. There’s no other way,” Ding Changsheng sighed.

After Xuanqing led Ye Shang into the Heavenly Boundary, Su Fengnuan’s three grandmasters, four uncles, and fourteen brothers entered the mountain gate together with her.

“Ye Yining…” Shen Shengxun could only roar her name—once, twice, thrice—but all he got in return was the sound of the villa door closing from the outside.

“Which camp are you from? Who’s your commander? Who’s in charge of your base now?” Thunderstorm fired questions like bullets, leaving the young man bewildered.

President, I want a divorce. Dong Jianan died—her passing was so sudden that everyone was caught off guard, and it happened to be Gu Sutian’s birthday.

They were in the Mu family’s courtyard. Ji Fa, under Zizhu’s questioning, recounted in detail the events of two years ago.

Unbeknownst to him, the martial pressure he exerted was, to Xi Yizheng—who knew nothing of martial arts—merely a tense atmosphere in the room. She quickly adjusted her mindset to protect the baby growing in her belly.

“Professor, does B City’s climate suit the cultivation of any medicinal herbs?” Lele, seeing the children playing happily, asked Professor Feng, who sat nearby.

The lion was larger than most, its mane ablaze with golden flames; its tail was a fierce crimson viper. This was the form of the Fire-Eyed Lion Steed.

As Ming Yue murmured to herself, Nie Feng seized the moment, unleashing three chaotic finger spirals at her. The immense force twisted and shredded the hellish space. Ming Yue, once composed, now lost all her calm under such an assault.

Though the power of myriad aspects appeared evil, after acquiring the force of the Living Aspect Illusion, the god of the Hong Gate had a new plan. Originally, no living beings were possible in that space; but the arrival of the Living Aspect Illusion made life possible there.

Seeing this, the city lord’s wife was overjoyed—the period wasn’t a lie, things had truly changed. From Tao Qian’s gaze she could tell; the old man’s eyes never lingered long before, and their relations ended swiftly, which left her frustrated and coarse in temperament.

Huo Jun raised an eyebrow at her words. “Now I’d rather that wretched casino shut down and send Huo Yu back,” he said, his tone full of disappointment.

Like soap bubbles, memories flooded Yan Emperor’s mind. Warm scenes surfaced, and the lifeless eyes gradually regained vitality.

Arriving at Principal Chen’s house, it seemed the family had just finished eating. The couple chatted in the living room. Their two high school sons, on holiday, were at home doing homework.

Momo and Ling’er watched intently, paying no mind to the dissatisfied glances behind them. Red Leopard wanted to remind his master, but the occasion made it awkward to mention his relationship with Momo, so he anxiously paced in circles.

“Of course, this is the last chance—we must seize it. Besides, Lord Harminth is an excellent spirit slave; he must be put to good use!” Lin Fan nodded with a smile.

Master Zheng Dan calmly gestured for Jiang Zaiyuan and Miao Yangbi to sit and converse. Only after they were seated did Zheng Dan glance at He Kaijie.

It was livelier than a zoo, filled with the primordial spirits of countless animals, densely guarding every corner of the house.

Su Man, puzzled, recalled the strange phenomenon from this morning, her heart skipping a beat—could the child hold some hidden mystery?

Against a figure of patriarchal stature, ordinary troops, no matter how many, are as futile as a mantis blocking a chariot.

Eleven nodded. Su Ruhua and Cheng Anya left the pavilion. Only when they departed did Eleven look up, blankly staring at Su Ruhua’s retreating silhouette—how could things have come to this?

The effect of the bright eyes was like a searchlight—wherever Na Ze went, crowds gathered. Hughu held tightly to the hem of his clothes with one hand and hugged Lucifer with the other, her pout so pronounced it could hang a bottle, for apart from others’ backsides, she could see nothing else.

Jiang Zaiyuan’s worry was not unfounded. As Liang Tianyun swung his sword, a swift blue sword light shot forth, reaching Jiang Zaiyuan in an instant. With a stunned look, the blue sword light pierced his chest and exited from his back.

Whether he blocked with fire or dodged, no sword energy could harm Jiang Zaiyuan. After parrying several strikes, his impatience showed; with a flicker, he vanished, only to reappear at Liang Tianyun’s side.