Chapter 172: Drunken Heart-to-Heart! The Empress

"Your Highness..."

Lady Sun’s voice suddenly came from outside the main hall.

?!

Yi (ﾟДﾟ San ﾟДﾟ) Yi

The two of them instantly sobered up and hurriedly took a step back.

Chen Mo looked up to study the murals on the dome, while the Empress lowered her head, her toes scuffing against the seams of the floor tiles.

The atmosphere was subtly awkward.

Lady Sun walked in quickly, saying, "Your Highness, I heard that Imperial Consort Yu has returned; should we send someone..."

Steadying his mind, Ye Tian cursed his bad luck, but with a formidable enemy before him, Ye Tian would not show weakness. This was a narrow encounter; if he did not strike to kill, Ye Tian would only be courting his own destruction.

Just as she was writing, her phone rang, sounding exceptionally abrupt in such a tense atmosphere; others had already looked over, and Yang Xiruo blushed, hurriedly taking out her phone to turn it off, but seeing that it was likely a call from Wei Junsheng, she could not spare the attention now that she had important matters at hand.

Tao Hua’s smile looked very pale and weak; her complexion was extremely poor, and her eyes were dark-rimmed.

"Must I be injured to come see you?" Prince Hao’s expression remained poor; what he cared about was not whether he had inquired about Meng Ping’s background, but why Tao Hua was so keen on it as well.

"Xue'er, this matter in the Heavenly Realm will not end well; are you also determined not to leave?" The flawless gaze was nearly painful, filled with struggle and affection, a faint bitterness rising in the depths of her eyes; she had always respected her Imperial Brother, not just because he was her brother, but because he held up the sky for the Blood Realm—it could be said that without him, the Blood Realm would have no status.

Today, he remained handsome and gentle in appearance, his black suit making his eyes seem even deeper, yet the smile in those eyes seemed different from before.

"No, I still need to walk my own path in the future. You just need to hold onto your own happiness well from now on," Su Meiyu said, pressing the elevator button, then rolling her wheelchair inside.

"Then tell him to get lost and tell that Li fellow that he can handle everything himself; this Marquis is done with it." Saying this, he plopped down onto a grand master chair, his head leaning back and hitting the wall behind; feeling the pain, he stood up with a start and kicked the chair in annoyance.

The moment Liu Mei'er saw that Zhang Zecheng had been finished off so easily, she retreated two steps, then suddenly lunged forward, reaching out to grab Ling'er. Ye Tian was startled and turned around in place. Liu Mei'er, however, channeled her battle qi, turning her claw into a palm, and struck Ye Tian’s back with the force of a second-level battle qi expert.

The Spirit-Connecting Pill was refined by Tian Yitian at the cost of his own cultivation, and there were only a few in total. Moreover, they were only given to disciples who had made great contributions to the Black Tortoise Hall. Thus, Qi Hai had never heard of the Spirit-Connecting Pill. Naturally, he did not know that Qin Mu’s cultivation realm had skyrocketed because he had taken a Spirit-Connecting Pill, and he inwardly assumed that Qin Mu had been hiding his strength.

Wei Yuan suddenly had an absurd thought: was this a circus rehearsal or a film set? Had it become popular to use transparent wires now? But as everyone looked around, where was the film crew?

Shang Kui was struck with awe; if these words had come from anyone else, he would have mostly laughed them off and ignored them. But the weight of the Demon Lord Xuanyuan’s words was entirely different; even with his Saint Realm cultivation, he could not help but be alarmed.

"I'll go," Zhang Shuo said, shrugging helplessly as he saw the two looking at him, and turned to go pay the bill.

This scene was adapted by Shen Fan from the ascension scene at the time, using the Soul-Shifting Technique to forcibly create an effect similar to altering memories.

"Wait a moment, what do you mean?" Xin Qing hadn't reacted yet, but Chen Huan was already trembling all over and fainted just as he was about to say something.

In the living room, there was a tall, middle-aged man with a scholarly air, a tuft of beard under his chin, and wearing a long gown. There was also a middle-aged man dressed in Taoist robes, carrying a long sword on his back and holding a horsetail whisk in his hand; they were the right-hand men of the benevolent Master Long, Minister Wei and Lu Xuanyi.