Chapter 169: The Sun Also Rises

In the ninth month, eighteenth day of Xiaochang III, after ten days of harrowing torment, the Celestial Dragon folk of Luoyangcheng finally endured until the moment Li Shuang led his troops away.

Yet Luoyangcheng was left with a mountain of problems.

The foremost was the psychological turmoil among the Celestial Dragon folk.

Inside the Chancellor’s mansion, the Yuan clan relatives gathered together, none uttering a word.

The atmosphere in the room was suffocating.

The steward from Yuan Yong’s household entered the chamber.

“Just an outer disciple,” Old Ren adjusted his sleeve, helplessly saying, “My ancestors threatened to quit, and I have no choice.”

He came into the dream to understand Qiao Jiao’s thoughts—this might be a breakthrough.

“If you won’t agree, take him away and feed him to the lions,” Lu Xinining waved dismissively, ordering the guards to drag him off.

Ye Liancheng was shattered—he had been suffocated by perfume all day, his body aching, and after finally washing away every trace of it, he stepped out to find the bed in that state.

One hundred thousand gold pieces—across Tongcheng, they could buy several mansions, and food, clothing, and daily needs would never be lacking.

Yun Feisi watched the carriage depart and, unusually, smiled, his heart brimming with joy; he had disliked Lu Xinining only because her military power was too great, fearing it might taint Yun family’s spotless lineage.

Lu Chen clapped his hands, and twelve more tree-men emerged from the ground, damp soil carrying a faint scent of grass. For some reason, the earlier fire had left this strange grassland untouched.

Tang Wanying fell into a deep sleep after a while; Nan Ling sat by the bed, opened her phone, and scrolled to the very bottom of her album to gaze at those old group photos.

Ye Tian snorted—so long as this rival vanished now, nothing else mattered. Ye Mochan recalled being forcibly kissed in broad daylight, her face flushed, yet she knew the matter was settled.

Many who cherished Jiuzhou sought only to awaken superior abilities through Western deities, then use them to repay Jiuzhou.

Wu Nuanyue, intuitively, softly parted her crimson lips, her plump lips gently enveloping her jade-like finger; this perfect warmth painted the surroundings with a unique golden-powder allure—lips, fingers, teeth—quietly resonating in a way that stirred the soul.

“I hear your faith has a sacred site in Rostov, where generations of Grand Priests are interred—commoners are forbidden entry, correct?” Bai Cheng began.

“The stream fish outside my temple aren’t shy—they wander all day. If you sharpen a bamboo pole and use your eyesight, you can spear them.” Wu Neng brought up temple life again.

White Sect Master? That must be his secular identity. The will of this world is truly meticulous—even its own identity is handled with flawless precision.

Ten meters from me, a white car sat dead center on the road, with a lone corpse lying before it.

Like a coiling dragon, the stranger glided across the ground; behind him, a vast expanse of starlight shimmered like a night sky. He unleashed Heaven’s Demon Chaotic Dance against the earth, launching himself skyward toward the Wolf-Eyed Man’s head, hurtling past at blinding speed, then precisely hurling a lasso that caught the Wolf-Eyed Man’s neck and yanked him aloft.

What?! Sleeping at my place?! I turned again, glaring at him—he half-lidded his eyes, his hazy gaze meeting mine, continuing his conversation with Xuan Yuan Mama.

I covered my face, fingers parted to glance at General Guo—what a mess; I wonder if he got anally violated.

“By this time tomorrow, I want the heads of every Fu family member outside the direct line,” Ye Wudao closed his eyes for a long moment, then revealed a smile so chilling even a demon would tremble, uttering words that nearly shattered the two Fu men.

Zhao Hui and Li Zhengguo walked forward until they reached the pavilion, circled it once, took a few photos, then turned back.