Chapter 37: Tang Yao’s Hatred

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A stagehand was hurrying about, and the curtain had been lowered, blocking the view of the stage. Xia Zi suddenly felt as though she had lost the support that allowed her to forget her surroundings.

When they were still a dozen or so miles from Whitecastle Village, Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun had their mounts slow to a walk so that the ride would be less bumpy and Yuan Biao could remain comfortable in the saddle.

The journey to Thunder Accumulation Mountain was a long one, but with Shen Xiniang’s current cultivation, it did not take her much time. That very evening, she returned after completing her mission and handed back the Primordial Golden Bowl.

The Antarctic Immortal翁 merely waved his precious fan. Amid a tremendous roar, a vast sheet of flame surged forth and then flowed directly into the fire dragon.

Whitefeather flew toward Yu Weiyan in a tight spiral. When it reached her, it gave no sign at all—certainly not a flirtatious assault. Instead, it simply stretched out its two claws, seized the front of Yu Weiyan’s robe, and lifted her bodily into the air.

Most of the demons had already been reduced to ashes in the nuclear explosion, but a few capable ones had been teleported here along with Sylvia. There were only four of them, yet every one was extraordinarily powerful.

Though he was naturally afraid of death, he also had no idea who the inside agent at the court of Daye truly was. He had a few suspicions, but he knew that if he kept silent, he alone would die.

Once everyone had calmed down, they finally remembered: hadn’t they gone there to see Fang Zheng?

At that moment, Yu Weiyan was somewhat dazed. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a man wearing a butterfly mask.

Strictly speaking, this was not medicine at all. It was merely nourishing soup that her Ninth Brother had ordered the palace servants to prepare. Unfortunately, it tasted dreadful, so Her Highness the Princess refused to show it the slightest appreciation.

“Their auras are connected! They share neither blood nor kinship—how can such a connection be possible?” Xu Xiu stared in shock, his eyes wide as he muttered to himself.

Lu Xi looked Yuan Chang up and down. “Cousin, you’ve lost weight.” She refused to answer such a pointless question.

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Gao Yan watched silently as his elder sister departed, then turned his gaze toward Lu Xi, who had already fallen asleep. It did not matter; he had Jiaojiao to keep him company as well.

Zhang Dexi naturally understood this principle too. His face darkened slightly, though he concealed it well. He had originally intended to exchange a few polite words and wait until General Manager Gu arrived before revealing the truth, but Hong Pingyong’s disruption had left him no choice.

“Come on. I’ll take you home.” Xiao Mutang seized Xu Wanqing by the arm and pulled her out of the restaurant.

For the first time, Lan Zijie felt that this era was truly wonderful. Everywhere he went, there were pleasing sights to reward his eyes.

Bai Zhi gazed at the man beside her with clear, luminous eyes filled with deep affection. In her eyes, the image of her husband suddenly seemed immeasurably grand.

No one else had heard what Liu Yuan had said to the shop assistant just now, but Gu Zi’an had heard every word clearly. The assistant had plainly said that she had seen the man take the item in his hand, which was why she had withdrawn her own hand. Yet the moment she pulled it back, the item had fallen to the floor. Gu Zi’an had personally chosen the people she employed, and she was confident that she had not misjudged the assistant.

As if to confirm her suspicion, a measured knock sounded from outside the door—knock, knock, knock. From time to time, it was accompanied by a puzzled voice: “Spirit Lord?” The speaker seemed confused that it was already midday and yet there was still no movement inside the room.

The operation made time fly. The young man’s arm was secured with bamboo splints, and Bai Zhi then had Shi Zhong prepare a medicinal broth to help him recover from his internal injuries.

To prevent further complications caused by delay, the chancellor of the Dadian Kingdom immediately dispatched his subordinates from the capital to deliver orders to the former rebellion leaders throughout the kingdom, urging them to gather the people who had once risen under their command and launch another uprising as quickly as possible.

No one knew who had set the river lantern upon the Yellow River. It drifted and swayed toward the middle of the stream, glowing like a solitary bean beneath the vast river waters of the fading dusk.

Chu Ning stared at the door, rendered speechless. It was clearly a wall of golden roses, yet who could have imagined that it concealed a washroom?

The moment he sat down, two doctors and a nurse who looked as though they were of Chinese descent walked over from the other side.

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A little after one o’clock the following afternoon, Chen Chumo returned to the Original Power Tea Factory in H County with Zhou Tingting. Accompanying them, besides Jiang Fangzheng, were two tall young men with ramrod-straight backs.

In other people’s eyes, Kaiyang always wore an unsmiling expression. Yet as he cleaned Jiayu’s wounds, there was not the slightest trace of coldness in him. His two handsome, sharply arched brows were tightly drawn together, while his movements were extraordinarily calm and gentle. Even in sleep, Jiayu felt no pain at all.

Liu Huaiyong said, “Then I’ll trouble you, Senior Brother Tian.” Afterward, everyone returned to their own quarters to rest.

Naturally, Xu Yang could not say that. Otherwise, it would no longer be business—they would be deliberately making an enemy.

Liu Huaiyong stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and said, “This disciple, Liu Huaiyong, was nurtured by the Great Unity Sect and given the means to establish himself beneath heaven and earth. Now, without having repaid even the smallest portion of that kindness, I am about to leave, and my heart is filled with shame. Kneeling here is still insufficient to repay Heaven’s grace. I beg the Sect Master’s forgiveness.” With that, he struck his head against the ground three times.

“Elder Liu, since you are well versed in the Book of Changes, why don’t you choose an auspicious day for Clan Leader Ru Xuan?” Zong Yong turned to Liu Banxian.

When he had finished speaking, he and the other seven corpses stood together, then knelt and crawled forward until all five limbs touched the ground.

He flew upward inch by inch. After two hours, Lu Li had reached the very top of the blue layer of mist. He was about to break free of it; once he did, he would have passed through the first heavenly tribulation.

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