Chapter 59

“I… I…” Sensing that Young Master Gong was angry, Gong Qianqian was so frightened that she couldn’t even find the words to speak. Previously, Young Master Gong had told her that if she ever fell in love, she must first bring the man to him for inspection.

Strangely, the fierce and unmatched power of the battle formation did not dissipate during the clash with the crimson soul mist; instead, it locked onto each wisp of the scarlet haze one by one.

Qin Hao stared at the genuine article, noting the counterfeit Dragon-Tiger Seal that sounded hollow—its aura was indeed far inferior to the authentic one.

Young Master Gong knelt down and placed the flowers he had bought from the flower shop by her tomb—her favorite fragrant lilies.

“Actually, I have said before that my life was saved by the Mo family. If they wanted me dead, all it would take is a single order,” Gai Nie said slowly once again.

“The imperial physician said it was a prince, but who knows if that was just flattery…” Feng Linxian brushed away his hand, looking down at her belly. She felt she had been eating a bit too much lately; though only four months along, she looked more like six. It seemed she needed to eat less.

Looking at the wind chime tied to her wrist, Xing Hun smiled softly; in truth, he should be content.

Jing Huiyan could do little but relay the edict of the Eastern Li Grand Emperor. When Jing Han fled to the Western Regions, Eastern Li issued a decree to hunt him down, stripping him of his imperial status and forbidding him from ever setting foot in Eastern Li again.

Ling Yu left some larvae of the “marching ants” to Ling Shuang’er, teaching her how to bind them with blood and how to train these ants.

The Bald Eagle nodded, relying on speed. Soon, it was behind the merfolk, opening its mouth wide to swallow one whole.

After finishing his work, Fu Jingtian was preparing to return to the manor. Glancing at his phone, he saw no messages from Ye Wei; however, there was a missed call from someone named Aila during the previous meeting. Rising, he dialed back.

Of course, insiders all knew the truth, but no one would be so blunt or so thorough in stating it.

“We’re just acquaintances, nothing more. Don’t read too much into it. I just wanted to introduce you to a good friend,” the youth explained awkwardly.

Guan Zhaojian’s grip on her shoulder tightened, making Lu Yanyan feel as if her bones might shatter. She stared into his increasingly cold gaze.

Everyone understood what the palace official’s words implied. Regarding Wen Yuche’s character, the whole country was aware: greedy and lecherous, unable to resist a beauty, and now brazenly indulging in pleasures within the palace.

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The rapid footsteps behind made Zhu Jianye’s scalp tingle. Slowly retracting his hands from the sleeves of his windbreaker, he continued forward at a measured pace. Though appearing relaxed, his every nerve was alert, every hair standing on end.

That night, after contacting Tony’s assistant from the dorm, Tianming began to ponder.

Qin Wantai treated him well, so he tried his best not to hurt her unnecessarily; therefore, he needed to clarify matters in advance.

She was indeed shy now—after all, she had to undress—but she knew that if she didn’t take the initiative, she would be trapped in a dead end.

At the moment the voice reappeared, he felt the burden on his shoulders ease.

She quickly learned that the Five Spirit Pearls could grant any wish, even resurrect the dead, provided the soul still lingered in the world.

Speaking of which, Guo Liang was a man of true loyalty—chivalrous, generous, never petty.

During the company’s transition period, with many matters to handle, Sister Mei chose not to return to the Su family home to avoid disturbing her family’s life.

The children were delighted to know they could rest and then use what they had just learned to sing.

Miao Kedi was about to refuse when Jin Zhongda gently placed his index finger on his lips, silencing the words he was about to speak.

Moreover, the traps encountered before were ordinary, lacking grandeur. If it were the lair of a Void-step or Dao-converging master, they wouldn’t have entered so easily; losing half their number would have been the mildest consequence.

The Spirit Refining Stage was truly his domain. Hong Xingyuan was skilled in arcane arts, knowledgeable of the stars, rivaling those legendary titled prodigies.

The group split into two to search for Huang Zitao, but they knew nothing of the Divine Realm and had no idea where he might appear. The realm was vast, teeming with people, and Kim Jong-in’s special skill was useless there.

During this time, Lin Shu once came to their home, bargaining with Lin Tai for hours until dusk. But Lin Tai was a scoundrel; despite Lin Shu’s earnest efforts, she failed to sway him even slightly.

The convoy’s guards spotted them from a distance. Though the situation deviated somewhat from expectations, it remained within Li Liang’s plan. He never expected to infiltrate the convoy’s nose undetected; Crown Prince’s guards would never slacken to that degree.

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“Young Master.” Leng Yan handed Shiwushuang a gleaming object—the very item the young master had long desired, the reason they waited until the flood dragon fully absorbed the essence of the dragon horn before acting.

Dropping the scalpel, he pulled Hei Yanying aside, avoiding the bad luck that comes with dissecting a corpse, as it was never a pleasant task.

Upon arriving at the crime scene, Gongting followed Old Hei’s method, gradually erasing all fingerprints left behind in the room—a task far from simple.

Rubbing her temples happily, Chitan Tiancheng and Liu Mei walked home together, suddenly noticing something subtly different about a nearby house compared to their last visit.

“Ah! You scared me! Brother, what are you doing here at night?” Kim Minseok’s sudden movement startled Kim Jongda.

Resting her wrist on the table, her slender fingers lightly tapped the surface in disorder. Shentu Mingliang smiled faintly, his clear and enchanting voice tinged with three parts reason and seven parts madness. The amber eyes, usually gentle and pure, now reflected only cold indifference toward everything.

“Well, thank you, eldest young master,” Jin Feng sincerely bowed to Kang Hao, who accepted graciously.

Wu Qinghuang frowned, glanced back at them, then returned to watch Wu Qingyang and the others fight.

A sideways-flipping Charizard did not relent; its entire body ablaze to the extreme, it transformed into a terrifying torrent of energy, crashing down suddenly.

In the following days, Xiao Shisan and Muluji continued their usual routine, processing the pile of beast meat.

If it had been Du Yinxi as governor of Huguang, the situation there would not have deteriorated to such a state. Of course, blaming the entire decay of Huguang’s regional power solely on He Tengjiao’s incompetence would be unfair. But it was undeniable that Huguang’s decline was directly related to He Tengjiao’s inaction.