Volume 1, Chapter 37: I’ll Drive You to Your Grave

Wei Guohong adopted a strategy of silence, aiming to be a constant, subtle irritant. She decided against arguing or causing a scene with Xiaoqing, especially with her younger brother caught in the middle and her own pregnancy to consider. Besides, dealing with a person like that required cunning, not brute force. She planned to proceed according to her own will, confident that within half a month, she would have Xiaoqing driven to the brink of madness. As she pondered this, Wei Guohong tidied up the groceries she had just bought at the market, preparing to cook. Having once been a healthcare worker, she possessed a good understanding of the dietary needs of pregnant women. For a geriatric mother like herself, it was essential to keep oil, salt, and sugar intake to a minimum, while ensuring a balanced, frequent, and small-portioned daily diet.

"It is nothing," Ying Ruofeng said, her cherry-red lips parting slightly. Her voice was cold and ripple-free, a stark contrast to the tension of a moment ago. Su Yuhan remained silent, her face filled with sorrow. The memory of her father’s helplessness and regret on his deathbed pierced her heart like a knife, and the tears she had just managed to check burst forth once more.

He Ruoxue was not foolish; she could clearly sense that Lu Zifan was guarding against her. It was evident that their current activities were not meant for the light of day. Yet, as she turned away, a strange, sinister smile crept across her face. Yitian winked at Ning Zijing; she believed that once they found Wang Zirui, he would be able to resolve this matter. However, he could not afford to get too deeply involved. If even he were to become lost in the chaos, who would be left to help Helan Jin break the stalemate? It was only natural, though; most people who knew Li Mingyue lacked the financial resources or the social standing to dare intervene in such a matter.

Zhuque walked in without a hint of hesitation, casting a casual glance around the room. "Finding you is hardly difficult," she remarked. "Your current location is hardly a secret." After trying on her makeup, she leaned back and drifted into a nap. Once the makeup session ended, Rumei left, leaving Helan Jin sitting there alone. Though Wang Zirui had not joined the team with sincere intentions, since he was now a member, he would naturally do nothing to harm it.

A massive seal descended, as vast as the Five Sacred Mountains. Upon it, a Black Tortoise, dragon, and serpent writhed and soared, radiating a pure, brilliant light. It bore down upon Li Taisui with such ferocity that even a star-traveling cultivator could not withstand the brunt of the Black Tortoise Seal. Li Xiangchu bit her lip and shot a look at Jiang Feng, chiding him playfully, "You are truly wicked. You were like a wolf last night; my legs still ache from hitting the table."

Selling two hundred thousand albums in a day? Was that even possible? It was pure fantasy; not even in a daydream would such an improbable event occur. "Pfft." Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ye Yuxuan’s face turned deathly pale; he had clearly been struck by the cataclysmic energy surge moments ago. After scanning his surroundings to ensure no dark creatures remained, the pale-faced Ye Yuxuan immediately activated the transformation function of his Ancient Demon Ring to regulate his inner energy.

"Hah, just a bellicose brute," Zhang Xiyun shook her head with a bitter smile. "Talk of hawks and doves is all well and good, but acting too aggressively only invites hatred." The volume of the voice was difficult to describe. The old man possessed a powerful vitality, and by the time the sound reached Li Guo, it was like an air cannon from a funeral parlor, vibrating the high-quality buildings of Mount Shu until dust rained down and the windows hummed.

In truth, Qin Hu was no better off. For the past few days, the Vanguard Battalion had been marching thirty miles a day, tasked with clearing paths through mountains, bridging rivers, gathering firewood, fetching water, and constructing camps. This could no longer be called arrogance; it was pure, unadulterated tyranny. At this, not only did Wells’s face darken, but everyone nearby who heard these words grew grim. Feng Senlin felt a jolt in his heart, wondering if Shi Lei was blaming him for not keeping him informed.

He had been prepared to reveal the matter of the Seven Moon Guardians to Lihuo, but You Qingfeng and Wang Feng, standing nearby, were not entirely at ease, which was why they wanted to discuss it further in the training chamber. Of course, as he faced the Emperor alongside Zhang Liang, he had no opportunity to dwell on such trivial matters. A palace, not overly grand but exceptionally solemn, stood quietly before him. The man with the greatest power in the world sat securely within, waiting for them to cross the threshold and kneel.

"Honorable Li, what do you think of this residence?" seeing Li Zhishi looking around, Kuang Zhen suddenly asked. Wu Song gently massaged her thighs; this was something Li Kui had instructed. Wu Song was a master of martial arts, and his twin blades possessed both strength and grace; his touch was equally firm and supple. Imagining the techniques his mother had used before he traveled to this world, the old matriarch found it deeply comforting.

In truth, she could have been more selfish. If he had loved her even a little, she would not have had to leave in such a wretched state. With a dull thud, the eldest prince was sent flying by the ape’s blow. His chest collapsed, and corpse poison began to erode his flesh. In his state of disbelief, the eldest prince coughed up blood, his eyes growing dim.

Han Qing found it strange. Recalling Nie Wei’s mention that she seemed to have gone to some bizarre place, she concluded that this must be the reason for the supernatural encounter. Consequently, she recounted her meeting with Nie Wei and her sighting of the ghost to the others. Upon hearing this, Lady Leng Ningshuang’s body trembled violently, and the color drained from her cold, icy expression.

"I understand," Xia Haoyu had never allowed me to see Weiliang, fearing she might harm me. In truth, I knew deep down that within her, Weiliang remained the kind person she had always been. As soon as I finished speaking, I took a long, resolute step forward. The cold raindrops fell upon my face once more, making me feel incredibly free.

Under his aggressive gaze, the tailored suit worn by Gong Jingsi seemed as good as invisible, as if he were looking right through her. The two looked at each other in bewilderment. Wasn't that egg supposed to belong to an abyssal creature? How could it give birth to a devil? Zhang Cheng had committed countless slaughters in his past life, and all that murderous intent had converged into his Dao. Unleashing it now, the surrounding mages felt as if they had fallen into hell; let alone fighting, merely standing without retreating required every ounce of their strength.

Wang Dafu took in everyone’s expressions, laughing wildly within, yet maintaining an air of indifference as he bowed toward Xia Lan. Seeing that Zhang Cheng could still smile, those around him were baffled, vaguely sensing that something was wrong. One of the captured mages suddenly erupted in scorching steam, which in an instant burned blistering welts all over the knight holding him. He then broke free, seized the knight’s sword-wielding hand, and drove the blade into the knight's chest.

Cao Zhengzhong took a deep breath and said in a grave voice that they held no real restraint over Kunlun or Longhu Mountain. It had been possible before, while protected by Ye Qingcang, but now that Ye Qingcang had been defeated, they were powerless to resist. "Ugh! ...Wuwuwu!" The man’s body stiffened for a moment, and seeing that Wei Er did not strike, he nodded tearfully.