Chapter 121

“Zhenhua Star Lord, lingering in the mortal realm, ignoring repeated summons, defying the Heavenly Court—return immediately to face your punishment.” A solemn yet clear voice echoed through the vibrant peach grove. Yes, it was him—Ye Xilei favored him even more. But she would not reveal herself to him, for she did not wish to bring him any further trouble.

“This… uh, seems quite difficult, ah, should we just give up? I wonder how my descendants are faring—do they still live?” Bai Chi fell silent, visibly embarrassed, then sighed with deep sorrow.

Northeast China in October was already biting with early winter chill, yet the main house had no heated floor—only thick cotton curtains hung at the entrances. Inside, there was no decoration, only ordinary daily utensils. No maps or markers were visible—whether they had never existed or had been removed beforehand was unknown.

Wang Feng’s gaze swept across every face. Aside from the seven maids, everyone else—including Angel—wore expressions of excitement.

The return updates were grim. Several American banks, once close partners, now claimed the transactions were unworkable or faced liquidity issues, requiring several days’ wait.

Wang Feng was torn inside. Buying a baby utterly violated his moral standards—decades of ingrained ethics could not be discarded so easily. It was like forcing a Muslim who had been reincarnated to eat pork.

“Since purple miasma fears fire, I’ll burn the Nine Purple Cock’s Comb Mushrooms ahead of us—we can proceed!” Jiang Fan said.

“Master, mission accomplished!” The Zhuyao Sword flew back and hovered before Jiang Fan. He immediately retracted it, wiped sweat from his brow—what had just happened had been terrifyingly close. It seemed assassins of the Long Xing Tiger rank were no easy foes; if a Long Dragon-ranked killer appeared, he truly wouldn’t stand a chance.

Having tasted success, Fang Jie thoroughly ransacked the dilapidated house inside and out. Finding nothing of value, he finally stepped out.

Jiang Fan immediately summoned the undead and began absorbing them again to refine his soul. Eight hundred years passed—he absorbed one million undead in one go. His soul-body had grown two inches taller, thicker, and stronger—tripling in power.

“Do you see any other areas needing revision?” the man asked after giving his general explanation.

Moreover, trouble has already surfaced just as we entered the finals—this isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Hearing his reply, she sensed irritation, yet his expression showed no sign of displeasure. She thought: he’d already invited her; he couldn’t go back on his word now.

“I heard he’s a chemistry Ph.D.—clearing achievements in this game is child’s play,” Shanjie Poland said from the side, throughout.

That guy ran for a full minute, deliberately altering his escape route multiple times mid-flight—no ordinary person could manage that.

As long as he could escape this place, everything might still be salvaged. Otherwise, if caught, his life would be over.

If anyone handled matters decisively, it was Xie Shaoyang—he disciplined Jiang Ning without asserting male dominance, and the two reconciled. When they stepped out of the room, all tension had vanished.

Gazing along the city wall in both directions, the towering ramparts stretched endlessly into the distance, beyond sight. The entire city resembled a colossal beast sprawled upon the earth, radiating oppressive weight.

“Then why am I unharmed?” Xu Zhong pinched his fingers—light coalesced into a mirror, glowing brightly, reflecting his own image.

The pure white wedding gown revealed Zhang Muqing’s fair shoulders. Without hesitation, I draped my coat over her.

Yang Xiruo was yanked hard, turned her head, recognized the man before her, seemed to smile—but then darkness swept over her vision, her body went limp, and she knew no more.

With those words, Pei Man Hudu joined the battle. Impulsive by nature and Tiansheng powerful, he instantly reversed the tide.

The elderly woman, flattered by the praise, looked visibly startled, grinning awkwardly at Jing Yi.

Jing Yi thought a moment, then sent Du Rufeng another text: We can give you everything you want—but before that, I must confirm the children are safe. Can you prove that to us?

Flashbulbs flared. Yang Xiruo stood beside the studio, watching Wang Yunjie, dressed in a white wedding gown under bright lights, posing gracefully as directed by the photographer.

“Crash—” A thunderous bang echoed from the hospital room. The door was violently kicked open from outside, slamming into the wall behind it and bouncing back.

“Speak! The Empress Dowager’s meals have always been your responsibility—who ordered you to poison her?” Si Tengfeng’s commanding voice boomed through the hall, silencing the servants so completely their breathing became barely audible.

“Then let’s settle it this way—what else?” Wu Ai raised an eyebrow and turned to Yue Zhuo Fu.

“Need any help?” Lang Ge sat beside Chen Bin, one hand in his pocket, the other gesturing to the bartender with a flick of his fingers—the bartender understood and prepared his drink.

Su An’an held her teacup in one hand, the other clenched unconsciously. She appeared calm as she sipped tea, but inside, turmoil churned violently.

Of course, the Asura Ancestor Demon and Bei Lao might have reached that level too—but whether they were alive or dead remains unknown.

By then, even if Bei Mingyou refused to be with her, Ji Ruofei still had ways to keep Bei Mingyou by her side.

Feng Hualin dared say that even Li Yu or Xuan Zhan, facing this chapter, would need to exert every ounce of strength to escape.

Xu Zuoyan furrowed his brow, fell silent—but the next moment, he perked up again.

Ye Feng was astonished; the foreign energy felt strangely familiar. Using the method recorded by Zhong Wanchou to test spiritual substances, he lightly tapped Duan Yu’s skin—immediately, Duan Yu’s body emitted a metallic resonance, just as when he gained the Iron Skin and Bone Power.

Xu Zuoyan’s heart jolted—was he about to unleash his wrath? This cold demeanor suggested he strongly disapproved of his relationship with Ye Kaicheng. And Ye Kaicheng hadn’t returned yet. What if Ye Dad truly refused? What if he demanded they break up right now?