Chapter 70: He Welcomes It

Wen Han was aggressive and unrelenting.

The bag had been torn away by Wen Yuxin, and the phone tumbled out. When Xu Yu picked it up, she noticed the tempered glass at the corner had shattered. She felt a sense of relief that she’d been cautious enough not to bring her other phone.

Wen Yuxin and Wen Han searched for a long time but found nothing. With a dark expression, they finally looked up.

“See? I told you there was nothing.”

“That Tiffany on your hand…”

Sharp gusts of wind sliced through the air as many martial artists sped toward the Daoist Palace. No one wanted to miss this spectacle.

In a fleeting moment, the two of them saw a silver-white figure appear before them. On the fluttering hem of her robe, a crystal orchid bud seemed to bloom in midair.

Yan Nuo could only sigh. If she could just understand the incessant squeaking of the wretched rat trailing behind her, would she still need to run?

Somehow, when Qin Hao saw the arrangement of the Five Emperor Coins and the aura left on the magical implements, a sense of familiarity crept over him. The one who had helped Old Man Wang Huachi set these things up must be someone with a connection to him—this was the intuition he’d honed from years of divination.

He left without so much as a backward glance, but just then, Amei raised her phone and captured an image of his departing figure as he opened the door.

“Let’s go,” Chu Cheng urged, giving her a gentle tug. There was no reason for them to stay any longer.

When Xiao Ling unleashed his sword, striking straight at the weak point of the Tiger’s Wrath Formation, Luo She’s expression changed drastically. He frantically summoned his energy, conjuring a giant tiger dozens of feet tall to hurl itself at the sword’s aura.

Xiao Ling only smiled faintly. There was no need for Gu Xun to step in—besides, Gu Xun’s body was too frail to intervene.

Mo Shangyun narrowed her eyes, watching Yan Tianxing’s sullen face with satisfaction, a subtle curve playing at her lips.

Even if he wanted to find Yan Ruoyi, there simply wasn’t time. All he could do was call Carine, but Carine, under Yan Ruoyi’s instructions, told Li Xu nothing. Every time he asked about Yan Ruoyi, she’d merely say she was doing well, nothing more.

Later, the prophecy was changed yet again: Shang must fall, the Ghost Clan will rise. Could fate really be altered so easily? It seemed even the words of a sage weren’t always reliable—at least, both men now had their own thoughts.

But I really did guess it right. When I arrived at the location, an old man was anxiously looking around.

The moment of death burst with a dazzling, piercing light from the screen, and in that instant, countless strings of code flashed before my eyes.

Thor spoke: “In all the Wilds, is there truly someone so despicable? Dragging another in front as a human shield? And to drag one’s own sect-mate—Loki may be cunning, but he would never pull me in front of an arrow.”

All that was left was confirmation. If His Majesty also remembered the events of the dream, how would that differ from reality?

Detective Hu was under another’s roof, and since this theory was his own, told to his uncle, he could only let it go.

A’gou took the mountaineering rope and attached it to the ladder, finally anchoring it to a distant tree.

Rufeng had just knelt to pay his respects, but was stopped by the Master, whose calm and inscrutable expression betrayed no emotion.

He knew his lord’s temper better than anyone. If the prince said nothing, as a mere guard, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and fulfill the order.

“When the time comes, if he moves against you himself, will you be able to withstand it?” Shi Shuihan asked.

Hearing Meilin’s words, Fangfei felt even more grateful to Yu Xuan. Yu Xuan really treated her mother well.

I continued, saying that it didn’t matter where you worked—being self-employed brought its own worries, at least going to work provided a certain peace of mind.

In the next instant, Chen Jianfeng’s large hand seized Situ Feihua’s delicate chest, squeezing it fiercely. Feeling the soft armor in the way, he tore away the already tattered garment, then began to perform chest compressions.