Chapter 62

Meijiao, flustered, exclaimed, "You’re talking nonsense! How could Lin Ke be all right? I just saw that count sucking his blood!" Mingfei shook off Meijiao's hand in agitation, about to turn back.

Earlier, they had already been with these cultivators, and as for the ones before them now, there was absolutely no way to trust that they belonged to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

If I were to turn on the lights at night, it would be seen as a heinous crime, worthy of being cursed for ten days without repeating a single vicious word.

I was truly speechless. I took the clothes and placed them into the basin in the sanitation corner, where the class duty student had already poured water. As soon as the clothes touched the water, it turned red. I thought to myself, thank goodness the uniform itself already had red on it, or else it would have been ruined.

Yanyan sighed and still did as I said. Not long after, Ye Sansheng was urgently summoned from the metropolis. I briefly explained why I had called for him. Ye Sansheng, understanding Bai Jinghong’s intentions, said no more, took an object, and inserted it into my spine to draw blood.

Yet, as Heng Yanlin glanced over the Yu family, he sensed that among them, one person exuded a faint aura of decay, accompanied by an unusual fluctuation of spiritual energy.

But I wished he would keep his eyes open, so that I could still see those eyes that belonged only to me, so that the pain of loss would not strike so fiercely. Holding him, I cried bitterly, more sorrowful and desperate than ever before, and as my sobs continued, the two underworld officials arrived.

Liu Dong did not see himself as a good person. But Tianyu, whether through persuasion or by force, had saved his life. Now was his time to repay that debt.

No matter how hard she searched, Old Master Jian seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. She could not even find a trace of him.

Gentle light flickered through the woods, with crimson hues slowly spreading into the silvery dawn. The warm sun broke through the morning mist, illuminating the forest and dispelling the previous chill, dampness, and silence.

Across the nation, those who liked Xiao Fei were the majority, while those who disliked him were few. Especially the second-generation heirs of wealth and power, who envied and resented him, found him even more intolerable. Some even hired internet trolls to disrupt his live streams and tarnish his image.

Meanwhile, on Jiang Shaoping’s body, the wounds visible through the torn clothes were healing, scabbing, and falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the Hell Shura merged with the sword technique and unleashed a bloodthirsty strike, it was as if a demon had bared its sharp fangs.

“These cultivation theories are hard enough just to remember, let alone to break through one by one,” Fatty complained.

Still, even if it couldn’t be observed directly, it could be confirmed indirectly, such as by watching the state of the panda cubs.

A casual split and dilution of this on the stock market could easily bring in hundreds of millions, even billions!

“Son, let me talk to you about something serious,” Wang Yuexia called, beckoning Lin Fei to sit beside her.

“Cut the nonsense. If you want to fight, just fight!” Xiao Fei declared. Facing the ten Lords of Hell, his fighting spirit surged. He cared nothing for reasons or arguments—he wanted only battle.

Now that the Twin Sea Emperors were dead, among the sea tribe, let alone Supreme Gods, not even True Gods remained; the strongest were merely a few with divine rank. How could such a lineup not fear Baron Nash?

Whether it was cornering speed or the choice of racing lines, this test vehicle—Future-Pangu—had reached the limits of performance.

What is this thing? His brother was utterly confused, but since everyone said so, perhaps there was some sense to it.

“What’s impossible about it? And I don’t think I’d finished speaking yet, had I?” Qin Tian’s expression was odd.

“Let’s wait and see,” said Shangguan Yuntian. “Beichen Jiughe is just hosting a banquet, nothing out of line. We have no grounds to interfere.”

“Yun Yexuan, it’s time we settled things between us,” Qin Tian’s tone was still calm, but after that bloody scene just now, his calm voice sounded all the more like a demon’s call.

Night still enveloped the land, but the entire Ailan Palace was in an uproar. Although tens of thousands of elite guards were assembled within the palace, not a single one intervened; the battle was simply too overwhelming for them even to qualify as cannon fodder.

Mo Shaohang reached out and rubbed her head, and the gentle caress instantly soothed her irritation.

Countless fists rained down on Wang Lun, each blow devoid of spatial power, yet the sound of the air being broken was still sharp and clear.

After his ruthless display, Qin Tian paid no heed to Xue Ying’s feelings, openly taking her slender hand and leading her straight into Bai Ren Hall.

“What do you want, then?” Xiao Jun could easily tell what Ren Jiayao meant, but he still had to go meet her.

Since the sultry saleswoman saw Ye Feng’s true background, her attitude toward him changed dramatically.

Yet, for Gong Jiaxi to have thrived in officialdom for so many years, growing ever more successful without relying on his father’s connections, his own abilities must have played a part. Naturally, he also knew that Song Duanwu would never have brought up the photo without good reason.

As they brushed past each other, Zhao Haijun did not even move his feet or his knife; he simply turned sideways to let the other pass.

“Master Qi, it’s been a long time!” The familiar voice from his fading memories echoed in the distance, reverberating softly.

Yin Ruojun, following Mo Xi’s glance, also noticed the young man on the chandelier. He then looked at Shen Hanluo, curious if she, too, had spotted him.

Madam Jinyun followed her inside, helping her remove her sleeve covers and the snow fox fur coat. Ru Si and Qi Mo promptly served fragrant tea and arranged an array of steaming pastries and sweets.

When He Lu had established himself and gained power, he summoned Wu Yuan to be his envoy and to discuss state affairs. When Chu executed his high ministers Xi Wan and Bo Zhoulie, Bo Zhoulie’s grandson Bo Pi fled to Wu, and Wu appointed him as a senior official.