Chapter 172: Drunk and Asking the Heart! The Empress

"Your Highness…"

Suddenly, Sun Shanggong's voice came from outside the hall.

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乂(ﾟДﾟ三ﾟДﾟ)乂

Both instantly snapped to attention and stepped back quickly.

Chen Mo gazed up at the ceiling murals, while the Empress lowered her head, her toes scuffing the cracks between the bricks.

The atmosphere held a faint, awkward tension.

Sun Shanggong hurried in, saying: "Your Highness, I heard Yu Imperial Consort has returned—should we send someone…"

He steadied his mind, cursing his bad luck, but with a formidable enemy before him, Ye Tian showed no weakness. This was a narrow path where only one could survive—unless he struck to kill, he would only invite his own destruction.

Just as he was writing, his phone rang—jarringly out of place in the tense atmosphere. Others looked up. Yang Xiruo blushed, quickly pulled out her phone and turned it off, but saw the caller was Wei Junsheng; still, she had something urgent and ignored it.

Tao Hua's smile looked pale and weak; her complexion was terrible, dark circles under her eyes.

"Do I have to get injured before I can come to you?" Prince Hao's expression remained grim; what concerned him wasn't whether they'd uncovered Meng Ping's origins, but why Tao Hua was so eager too.

"Xue'er, this matter in the Heavenly Realm won't end easily—have you decided not to leave?" Wu Xia's gaze was nearly pained, torn between struggle and affection, a faint bitterness rising in her eyes. She had always respected her elder brother—not just because he was her brother, but because he upheld the entire Blood Realm; without him, the Blood Realm would have no standing.

Today, he still looked handsome and refined, his black suit deepening the depth of his eyes, yet the smile in his gaze seemed different from before.

"No, my path ahead must be walked by myself. You just hold on to your own happiness." Su Meiyu spoke, pressed the elevator button, then rolled her wheelchair inside.

"Tell him to go back and tell that Li bastard to handle it himself—I'm done with this business." He plopped onto a master's chair, leaned back—and his head hit the wall behind. The pain made him jump up instantly, furious, he kicked the chair away.

Liu Meier, seeing Zhang Zecheng fall so easily, stepped back two paces, then lunged forward to grab Ling'er. Ye Tian startled, spun on the spot. Liu Meier channeled her combat qi, turned her claw into a palm, and slammed her Level-Two combat qi straight into Ye Tian's back.

The Spirit-Link Pill was crafted by Tian Yitian at great cost to his own cultivation, totaling only a few pills—and given only to disciples of the Xuanwu Hall who had achieved Great Achievement. Thus, Qi Hai had never heard of the Spirit-Link Pill, and naturally assumed Qin Mu had merely concealed his true realm.

Wei Yuan suddenly had a ludicrous thought: Was this a circus rehearsal or a film set? Had transparent wires become trendy now? But as everyone looked around, where was the film crew?

Shang Kui was sharply startled. If these words came from anyone else, he'd have laughed them off. But the weight of the Xuanyuan Demon Lord's words was utterly different—even with his Saint Realm cultivation, he could not ignore the warning.

"I'll go." Seeing both look at him, Zhang Shuo shrugged helplessly and turned to pay.

This scene was adapted by Shen Fan from the original Ascension scene, using the Soul-Transfer Technique to forcibly create an effect resembling memory alteration.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Xin Qing didn't react—Chen Huan was already trembling all over; he opened his mouth to speak, then fainted.

In the parlor sat a tall middle-aged man with a Confucian air, his chin adorned with a small beard, dressed in a long robe; beside him stood another middle-aged man in Daoist robes, a long sword strapped to his back, a fly whisk in hand—they were Long Dashanren's right-hand men, Wei Xiangguo and Lu Xuanyi.