Chapter 847: One Hundred and Ninety-Four: The Qin

One Hundred and Ninety-Four: The Qin’s Fall, the Fang Mirror

With most important matters nearly concluded, Ouyang Rong felt considerably lighter.

He returned with Aqing.

The two chose a narrow path; since it was early, few were around. The sword-carrying girl casually linked arms with the taciturn youth, and the siblings strolled as if in a tranquil garden.

Ouyang Rong kept his word—he truly took Aqing for a walk, to the red-leaved grove behind his courtyard. He had originally planned to stroll through Qingliang Valley, Qingliang Valley

With most important matters nearly concluded, Ouyang Rong felt considerably lighter.

He returned with Aqing.

The two chose a narrow path; since it was early, few were around. The sword-carrying girl casually linked arms with the taciturn youth, and the siblings strolled as if in a tranquil garden.

Ouyang Rong kept his word—he truly took Aqing for a walk, to the red-leaved grove behind his courtyard. He had originally planned to stroll through Qingliang Valley, Qingliang Valley

Then he thought of the approaching Jiangnan, of the Xie family, of the Xie clan members—his gaze slowly turned cold.

In truth, she had never forgotten Liu Xianglian; during this time, Liu Xianglian had continuously sung love songs to her, and her heart had already forgiven him.

As he spoke the final words, Xiao Zhan’s eyes turned grotesque and bloodthirsty, radiating a mad, resolute fury.

Yet these purple mists could not be dispersed by ordinary winds. Shen Changyong would not bother acting over such a trifle—he merely glanced at Shen Yujing, who immediately understood his intent.

Lin Yan’s cultivation speed surpassed even the imagination of Kong Daoren and Qianshou Old Lady; they had underestimated his talent.

No one believed Shen Mo could truly kill Xie Teng—they saw the youth as merely a pawn discarded by the Zhou family.

After them, more would surely be drawn into this vortex; as for their purpose, he could think of nothing but the Divine Lord’s Tomb.

One must remember that spiritual forces between individuals conflict—that is the foundation of spiritual attacks.

Both had once held high rank and power; yet now they came without a single attendant, without even a carriage or horse, walking all the way—clearly fallen into dire straits.

Within him, the Ruyi Immortal Qi roared; his body became a furnace, continuously devouring surrounding spiritual energy and transforming it into Immortal Qi.

Yue Shuwen knowing Li Jun’s grandfather’s birthday didn’t surprise Hu Sining at all—but for Yue Shuwen to instantly guess Hu Sining’s purpose in going to America was quite impressive.

“I don’t know, but Weiwei seems to have found something.” Caesar tossed the drunken botanist aside and turned to Weiwei.

Hu Sining tried to move a few times, but the kidnappers’ ropes were tied too tightly—she couldn’t break free, and couldn’t help frowning and asking.

She gazed at the Empress’s unconscious face; frost had already touched her temples. Time was cruel to all—once a beauty, her eyes now bore deep creases, and even her forehead had begun to streak with white.

Yang Yunxi watched Hu Man with a half-smile, and gradually, Hu Man grew uneasy under her gaze.

The faint light on the horizon had brightened considerably; orange-red dawn spread across the sky, and layers of mist drifted up from the valley, thick as milk.

Lianqiao helped the fallen Bilo to her feet; only then did Bilo snap back to awareness. Her mind had been filled entirely with Huazhuo’s bloodied face and his wolfish, ferocious gaze. Now, with someone familiar before her, she burst into tears, flinging herself into Lianqiao’s arms and wailing loudly.

Yang Fengxi then glared coldly at Yang Yunxi and walked out of the room without looking back.

An Zixuan saw Lin Miaomiao staring blankly at the altar, knowing she must have recalled past events, and quietly walked to her side to say.

“But surely there are times when corpse qi erupts—can’t there be a permanent solution?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m preparing to leave—but I’m leaving with you.” I smiled at Tatan.

I sighed inwardly in resignation: if only I hadn’t called Luo Fang over to Wild Boar Island back then—now he was mired in demonic ways, sinking deeper by the day.

“Look at that adoring look, Officer—no need to be so impressed. I’ll get shy.” Lu Yunfei said with half-joking tone.