Chapter Thirty-Eight: Breaking the Siege

Lu Yalan truly couldn’t hold back. At first, she found Gao Heping’s demeanor so nauseating that even a glance made her want to retch. Yet, as his words grew increasingly outrageous, her anger faded; instead, she began to look at him as one might look at a simpleton, grinning foolishly with a few drops of saliva dangling from his lips. That look amused her.

But he was nothing more than another self-important fool! She had her dowry, her family, wealth and connections—why should she blindly marry such an idiot and spend her life with him? Was she short of money or lacking companions to amuse her?

Lu Yalan was entirely unaware of how her thoughts, in the context of this era, bordered on heretical. Even among the so-called new women, who prided themselves on seeking freedom and opposing arranged marriages, most still considered their own education and reputation as...

Suddenly, the Wind God’s figure flickered, becoming intangible, then gradually returned to solidity. The Wind God was deeply shocked; originally intending to use some skill, she found it completely ineffective.

Fan Yan’s task required her to cleanse the Fan family of traitors. This meant that there was a mole within the family—a matter of grave significance, for it affected not only the Fans but also the covert missions of Dai Prefecture, which might be leaked by the traitor.

The Threefold True Fire bestowed by Heaven was tailored to his capacity to endure; it was his great fortune. Though the fire appeared terrifying, its power had been diminished countless times by Heaven, and it was imbued with abundant vitality.

The commotion was immense, yet it did nothing to impede the actions of the Demon King, Lufasi. As everyone mourned the loss of a master and the upheaval of Heaven’s order, a colossal vortex of flames appeared above Kunlun.

Lin Jiayu’s departure did not dampen the spirits of the actors; everyone still eagerly anticipated the story of the new drama.

Golden edges, a red base—where guardian deities should have been painted, two reliefs were carved: white skeletons wrapped in white bandages, only half-bodied, their hands posed in a gesture of welcome.

“Isn’t that Dong Meilan?” Dong Meilan appeared on screen, dressed in Qing court attire.

He always associated the Moon Maiden with the layout of Fuyue Manor, so whenever she took action, Liu Yi assumed she was scheming something. He never considered that her intentions could be so straightforward.

No one knew what method Dong Yuanzi employed. His head had clearly exploded, yet his body transformed into a swirling black hole and emerged unharmed—utterly bizarre.

Ji Tian sighed softly; he could already imagine that before long, the number of great powers in the universe would surge like a flood.

Yet that portion of cosmic energy happened to fill her void, stabilizing her realm completely.

Suddenly, every misfortune seemed to rain down upon her. Unable to bear it, she threw herself onto the bed and wailed, her cries deafening, heard throughout the entire courtyard.

Faced with Zhang Li’s friendly overtures, Zhang Jialiang could only force a smile and reply, “Nothing’s been settled yet, I don’t know either.” Hearing so much information at once, Zhang Jialiang was indeed at a loss, unable to make sense of it all.

“First, your Uncle Ou’s status is unusual. If he appears in the video, I guarantee the moment it’s released, I’ll be accused of pulling strings, clinging to powerful connections, or even...” being kept by someone.

Xiao Bing: “...” Is she a drama queen? Clearly she has connections—her performance was instant and convincing. He began to understand: the demand to withdraw the project was merely a bargaining chip, easily abandoned if needed. What Li Jiayu truly insisted upon was a public apology and punishment.

Now, her cultivation was at the second stage of the Tribulation Realm, her soul force capable of crafting immortal-level talismans. This meant she could independently concoct immortal-grade elixirs, drawing ever closer to god-level potions.

The rank of investigator required certification and appointment by the central bureau; branch chiefs could only recommend, not decide. But deputy chiefs were different—in District 20, the final say was his.

The old criminal investigator who had thrown his lot in with her at Shoushan, now serving as police chief for several years, was a man of considerable experience. She trusted he could handle the complexities of Daming.