Chapter 1130

The cultivator wrapped entirely in a black robe had an odd aura and a muffled voice, his identity unrecognizable, only rasping:

"Great matters are imminent; do not recklessly calculate cause and effect."

The patriarch of the Canglang Sect spoke in a deep voice:

"Two of our sect's elders and six disciples have vanished without cause—most likely murdered to silence them. One of those two elders was my nephew…"

"The one who struck in secret possesses considerable cultivation and extraordinary methods."

Zhao Tianze keenly sensed this was no accident, for the crushed minivan bore the registration of "Dongshan Deer Farm," and the sole survivor, Fan Ameng, was confirmed as its general manager.

Shang Shuqing stared for a while, found nothing unusual—just a golden hairpin, utterly plain, pure gold with no embellishment.

The other concubines were now bewildered: Lady Li had given birth to a stillborn, so why wasn't the Emperor blaming Xi Zhaoyi? Why was he targeting the imperial physicians instead?

On the way to Zheng Xiuyan's home, they had already found the police report on her accident; seeing she was unharmed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Now facing reporters, veterans of the industry as they were, they knew exactly what to say and what not to say.

Liu Shixin decided to play ostrich; he didn't even remember how he finished breakfast. After hastily eating, he dragged Zheng Xiuyan out the door as if fleeing.

After eating, Tang Feng made an excuse to send Fatty Hao to deliver dumplings to his comrade; they exchanged knowing glances and left with a large sack.

But unlike other secret societies, they never leaked even a trace of their name. They were truly invisible—even when I conducted my own thorough investigation back then, I never learned what they were called.

Lady Wang initially struggled in panic, but as Tuoba Yao gripped tighter, her eyes gradually glazed over and her hands fell limp.

Rouniang clutched Xie Zhi and wept uncontrollably—first from grief over her father-in-law's death, for she had spent most of her life in the Qin household, and Qin Zongyan had always cared for the children; compared to Xie Hao, Qin Zongyan was more like a father. Second, from the anguish of parting from her elder sister—they both knew this farewell was final, with no chance of meeting again.

"Didn't you say you'd only eat fruit salad?" Liu Shixin muttered inwardly, but he dared not say it aloud to Zheng Xiuyan.

Beside her, Feng Wu lowered her head and stroked her belly, her face unusually tinged with sorrow, as if burdened with endless grievance she could not voice.

As in past palace banquets, this year's began with Emperor Zhao De speaking a few words, after which dancers surged in, their graceful movements delighting the eye.

"Leave!" Xu Ling turned and returned to his room; the gatekeeper quickly turned away as well.

"Since the pairing succeeded, let's begin—how do we get to Yangyun Star?" Chen Feng said again.

Seeing Xiao Ze face a Spirit Void Stage Nine cultivator without the slightest panic, many present felt a pang of admiration—such composure was not something an ordinary person could possess, for a Spirit Void Stage Nine peak cultivator was invariably a titan of the realm, capable of turning heaven and earth upside down with a flick of the wrist.

Chen Feng's perception hovered within this realm of thunderclouds; each thunderclap made his soul tremble—a wave of fear.

These words struck a wound in Xiao Qi; he clenched his lips, his cold gaze sweeping over Jiang Hui, who suddenly shivered—what a terrifying look! Had she chosen the wrong person? Could a man like Xiao Qi truly help her?

Above spiritual artifacts lie legal artifacts. But are immortal artifacts even higher than legal artifacts? A full great realm above spiritual artifacts.