Chapter 43: The Loss of a Friend

However, Feng Xu had actually come to the Dragon Kingdom for a vacation, and that was precisely what ignited Lu Zhengqi’s hatred! At this moment, he not only wished to destroy himself, but also to bring ruin upon the Dragon Kingdom.

“Hahaha…” Lu Zhengqi continued to laugh.

“Feng Xu, oh Feng Xu, aren’t you supposed to be so clever…”

His words broke off abruptly. Su Jinxiu, observing Cheng Ying’s brooding expression, was rather curious about what he had just discussed with the Crown Prince.

An Jin furrowed her brows ever so slightly, unable to keep herself from feeling deeply concerned and somewhat puzzled by everything that was unfolding before her eyes.

“Miss, is there something else you need?” The man turned around, smiling at Lin Xuechu.

Though this young Lord Wang was renowned as one of the most talented men of his time, during the peak of his fame he had suddenly claimed ill health and secluded himself in his residence, never to appear before the public again.

“This God-Smiter’s Whip is the patriarch’s treasure! If it’s a fake, your life is secondary—I’ll have to be buried with you, and I’d be the one who lost out!” The Barefoot Immortal sneered.

The stone platform was sharply defined, its four corners perfectly squared, and beneath the morning sun it exuded an aura reminiscent of a celestial terrace.

Not long after Qin Yue’s return, Hui Yu, Tan Wu, and Li Rugang, each on horseback, hurriedly rode off toward Feng County.

“Don’t worry, I already have a clear plan in mind.” Ruan Di arched her brows at Ruan Tao, speaking with a look of triumph. All those detective stories she read had not been for nothing.

The old man sat by the bedside, his hair wild and unbound, a surge of vigorous energy emanating from behind him. Suddenly, a chill ran down Nian Xingchen’s spine as if needles pricked his back, cold sweat dripping down.

At the same moment, Liu Mu, Zi Meng, and even Xing Li in the distance abruptly burst forth with a fearsome aura. The rings on their fingers shone with a constant, flickering light, their demonic energy readings soared wildly, and the radiance enveloping their bodies grew ever more intense.

“Yes, yes…” The ladies all chimed in, no longer doubting Bai Mujin’s disposition. They believed her to be a proper and gracious young woman.

She could not understand why Ming Po Tian would rather forsake having children than let her become infertile. Was it truly only because he wished to spare her pain? Did he not realize that losing a child would wound her most of all? In her current fragile state, she dreaded everything.

Ye Xuan frowned. To the best of his knowledge, he had already burned all the venomous snakes in this tower—so why could he still hear the hissing of serpents?

“I want to see the Queen of the Underworld! I want to see her!” The Howling Celestial Dog was blocked at the gates of the Underworld. The realm was on high alert, more heavily guarded than ever before. Unable to enter, the celestial hound could only bark incessantly outside.

Ye Xuan’s strength was always used to protect his family, yet all these things had been bought with their lives. How could Ye Xuan possibly feel any joy?

Professor Qin controlled the laser remote with increasing speed and force—red and green beams crisscrossed the basement like a net. Li Longfei and Shangguan Ronger were struck several times and had no choice but to separate and dodge the relentless assault.

Li Longfei searched frantically, listening intently with his extraordinary, keen hearing.

Tang Youyou was unsure whether she wished she didn’t care about the words said to her, or about the coat draped over her shoulders. In truth, she minded neither. She could distinguish genuine kindness. She simply looked up and gave a faint smile, shaking her head slightly.

“Disciple Song Mingtin pays his respects to the honored patriarchs.” Song Mingtin rose and bowed to those present, stating his name. By this time, he had realized that, apart from Patriarch Zhongshu, Patriarch Jingyue, and Patriarch Wude, all the rest were present only as projections, not in person.