Chapter 931: The Evil

It's like a street thug who spent a few years in the military and came out as a renowned elite soldier—isn't that a good thing?

As he thought this, he suddenly felt a powerful spiritual force surge toward his own.

Unable to resist, Qin Zheng stopped and turned, flicked his sleeve, and sent his soul flying toward Lin Xiyu, then playfully perched atop her high nose bridge and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

The right-arm sword darted wildly beneath the curtain, then pierced straight through the air, tearing the curtain apart and shooting into the clouds.

He asked question after question, finally piecing together different clues gathered from various people.

Seeing this, Captain Plank cursed: "You bastard! Do you think you can dodge my next big move?! I—"

"Master, look—how's my practice lately?" Han Jiaoren pulled out her wallet and waved it in front of Lu Yunfei.

After speaking, Chu Tianhua swiftly left the square with Chu Tiange; his face was lost, the situation unrighted—how could he possibly stay here any longer?

An Qilang, the steward, stood outside the door; seeing Li Zhiyuan approaching, he flicked a purple light at him, and the purple glow enveloped Li Zhiyuan's body.

At first, he and Tian Di City assumed the final courtyard belonged to Old Wind, but now they knew it belonged to Zi Feng.

Although Bai Hu's speed no longer matches Fu Yu's, Fu Yu isn't in a hurry—riding Bai Hu lets him relax even more, and it also deepens his bond with Bai Hu.

"I also think the weather's too cold, hard to get used to," Shi Niang sighed faintly. "Fortunately, Fourth Sister-in-law is only temporarily staying in Yanjing. But I—" Her sentence trailed off as she lowered her eyes, lips trembling with melancholy.

He realized the two had stopped right at the garden's center. Everything around him was scenery he'd seen before; Jia Feng's breathing steadied, fear fading from his eyes, replaced by profound admiration as he gazed at Huang Chao.

Ye Li's mockery no longer bothered to hide—did he really expect her to believe the Ding Prince would return her unharmed? Did he take her for a fool?

At the very moment the spatial fluctuation appeared, the endless sea of onlookers erupted in thunderous cheers, and countless burning gazes instantly shifted, locking onto the spatial gateway.

This giant was broad-shouldered and thick-limbed, with bushy eyebrows and large eyes—clearly a roughneck, a bandit chief. Though he looked the part of a bandit, he was none other than Yan Tiannan, ruler of Feilong Nation—a mid-stage True Immortal! His brute strength was unmatched, truly peerless among his peers.

Huang Chao now had a new method to scan the external world through qi and mental force: spiritual awareness. Unlike the elusive spiritual sense that merely sensed energy, spiritual awareness could analyze matter in detail and also perceive spiritual presences.

"The Demon Fruit Tree's demonic avatar is gone—now it's become the ability to incubate avatars, perfect timing!" Yang Yu sat cross-legged, staring at the jade in his hand, murmuring.

Dong Hanzong's residual soul was slowly ground away, bit by bit, until finally, he died in utter despair.

Seizing this chance, I stepped forward without hesitation and reached out to grab his throat.

The Imperial Concubine Jing glanced at Jin Se, silencing her; last time Jin Se came to complain, the Empress gave no reaction—clearly she didn't care. Even if she heard, it would only be a nod. The Concubine was in confinement; if she cared, it would only trouble her, and if she didn't, more words were useless.

Mother and Zhiman guarded the New Year in the main chamber; the father-in-law hadn't returned from the magistrate's office. Duanmu Deshu rose on her own, instructed a familiar midwife to come, and told her not to disturb the elders, but to arrange matters first.

Li Suizhu sneered inwardly—someone dared touch his beloved treasure? What's wrong with summoning an external hall? Why not summon a whole battalion back?

"So you stayed at Fu's last night?" Gu Qiang's concerned question cut through Gu Qingnian's chaotic thoughts.

Lin Xia finally remembered last night's events. She sat up, her body aching fiercely, snatched up her white dress from the ground, and hugged it tightly to her chest to cover herself.

Seeing Bai Zhi cry pitifully, Bai Shu's heart instantly softened. She was his sister, his only blood relative. In this world, next to the Crown Prince, she was the one he cared for most.

Although he knew she wasn't sent by the old man or Sikong Ze, he still didn't understand why she had insisted on staying by his side back then.

"Your Highness, please forgive him—Liu Zhengjun has been unwell these days, his spirit weak. He probably doesn't even know what he's saying. Please don't hold it against him," Gu Yu pleaded, bowing his head.

Luo Zixiu slowed his breathing, gradually calming his mind. The Fengtian Classic operated silently.

Then Lin Jianguo turned his head, watching the man crouched beside an old cassette player, nodding his head rhythmically.

Tang Guo never registered a trademark, so within days, other similar shops' designers copied their style exactly.

Yes, none! Last year someone came to electrocute fish—they were taken away by police. Even if not caught by police, villagers would have beaten them to death.

But then Bai Mao stepped slowly out of the shadows, arms crossed, staring at us with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Leaving the medical clinic, it was morning—the dawn had just broken, the air crisp. Zhou Fengchen stared blankly at the street ahead: antique-style buildings, clean stone-paved roads, vehicles with strange designs passing by, pedestrians dressed in antique-style clothing.

Although this finger strike didn't inflict serious injury, it made Jiang Haoran see the gap between himself and Mo Ji.

As they spoke, a warning alarm suddenly blared from below the mountain; Jiang Haoran then spotted someone breaking through the formation—their attire clearly marked them as members of Shenwu Sect.