Chapter Ninety: Master Chen Is Arrested

Although Tang Zhiye had a fierce temper, he was already in his fifties and was no match for Yan Xuan. Besides, Yan Xuan was no weakling; his third brother had personally demonstrated the techniques for him, and his father had guided him as well.

Even if that had not worked, there were still the people the Jin family had brought outside. Taking someone away would have been easy.

But Yan Xuan had not done that, and that alone revealed his attitude.

He did not want Tang Xueying to be put in a difficult position. He wanted to face Tang Xue...

To say it was being reported to the sovereign was only a figure of speech; in truth, it was being reported to the empress behind the curtain. As for the present Emperor Zhou, the time he spent conscious each day would not add up to half an hour, and all the learned ministers could only do their utmost to keep trivial matters from disturbing him.

“Back then, I was fortunate to receive your care. Since I have recently returned to visit my family, I wanted to come pay my respects,” Mr. Lin said with a smile.

While the warriors held fast upon the towering walls, they also poured into the inner world in ceaseless waves, seeking that legendary so-called source of immortality.

Then what could the true reason be for his distancing himself from her? It would surely be something even more devastating than these words.

After all, when pressed by urgency, how much of divine power could a body hastily found in desperation truly bear?

Zhang Liang raised his eyes to survey the scene, and twelve crisscrossing lines of red energy came into view.

Two burly Black Tortoise Guards hoisted Ye Fan’s body and strode out of the spatial confinement of the Immortal Spirit Great Array.

“Not funny. They all treat you like a servant, yet you are the master of Cloud Wanderer Sect, and also Shen Yu’s master. How could he be so ungrateful? It’s infuriating!” Shaohua planted her hands on her hips. If her demonic power were effective, she would have loved nothing more than to beat Shen Yu up.

In such an environment, even people whose bottom lines were frighteningly low would strive to improve, because no one liked being abused.

After confirming the result at once, Tang Shenwei hurried from his residence to the provincial governor’s mansion.

Ye Zhen’s words reminded Xie Liuying of certain things. She looked at him quietly for a moment, gathering all her thoughts in her mind.

Without seeking immortality, and without ending his life early, as his body aged and his organs declined, Lyle walked with composure and serenity to the end of a long life.

It was clearly she who had not allowed Liangcheng to follow her; if anyone was to blame, it should have been her for overestimating herself. Yet now Liangcheng was the one being made to take the blame and the beating.

In the end, under the leadership of the mad dog Liang Zhao and the cat keeper Wen Yao, they succeeded in winning the game.

Having received Xixi’s answer, Cheng Zhi lifted his brows toward Jiang Xiufan as if to say, See? Your son is still better than you.

With a roar, the mutant zombie turned and left as well, taking only a few steps before landing squarely on the bundle on the ground.

“Hm-hm-hm...” The phone in her pocket began to vibrate. Deng Jinxi realized it was her own phone ringing, and when she picked it up, she saw that it was Madame Liang.

Xie Liuying endured the pain and was just about to push herself up with her hands when she discovered that both her arms were also bound in bandages; even the slightest movement sent a stabbing agony through them.

She had carelessly forgotten that, after all, no one was like this beauty, able to oversee an entire inner residence; her monthly allowance must certainly have been substantial.

The only person Dong Qing could think of was Yang Chen, and just as Dong Qing was uncertain, the sect gate burst open. Yang Chen stepped out with a bright, radiant bearing, unchanged in appearance.

Qi Xin did not immediately speak either. After all, Ye Yiran had not yet made a move against the Qilin clan, though Qi Xin suspected that it was only a matter of time before she did. They had not anticipated the unforeseen variable of Qi Ming.

“Then is there anything else going on with Ji Yaru?” Her voice was cool and indifferent, impossible to tell whether she was pleased or displeased. At such times, Qian Qiyao would normally stop probing and follow her lead without resistance; this time was no exception. The pale light of the computer screen reflected in Qian Qiyue’s pupils, calm on the surface, yet storm-tossed within.

She noticed his bewilderment, saw his graying hair, and caught the tears glistening in his eyes...

The silver arc leaping through the air illuminated the somewhat ferocious face of the scale eel demon. He gave a thunderous cry, thrust both hands forward, and sent the silver thread, more than thirty feet long, straight toward the three attackers.