Chapter 96: The Bright Moon Enters My Embrace

Deep night, within the imperial palace.

“Xuanhui! Xuanhui!”

The Hu Hou gently nudged her sister; seeing she did not wake, she quietly rose and slipped on her shoes.

Outside the palace, Yuan Mingyue had already been waiting.

Under her guidance, the Hu Hou silently left the palace and arrived at Yuan Mingyue’s residence.

From inside came the voice of Li Shenggui.

“Tianba, why wake me in the middle of the night? Why bring me here?”

After Xingyun and the others returned to the ruins excavation site, Master Shan Feng and the other archaeologists gathered around them, eager to ask about what had transpired during the expedition.

Yet this defeat was utterly devastating, and Deputy Commander Kaede had lodged a false complaint with the Evil Alliance.

The other three at the table fell silent, instead watching Zheng with flickering, uncertain eyes.

“If you desire it, exchange it for what you’ve sealed in your hand.” The ragged old Taoist, whose realm was unknown, lifted his head, glanced at Ding Yan, then fixed his gaze on the palm where he had sealed the spirit fluid.

Wang Ran nodded, feeling slightly reassured, placing all hope in tonight’s banquet. The atmosphere eased, no longer as tense as before. Except for Li Lu, whose face remained pale, the other students began joking with one another.

Because, after all, they had no idea what the future held—so whichever path they chose became their future.

As for the first name, they still had some memory of it, given how prominently Lin Feng had shone in recent battles across Starlight Continent.

“Mo Yun, what are you doing!” Xia Jianmin stood right before Hao Zhi; blood spurted from Hao Zhi’s neck, splattering him. He immediately cried out in shock and fury.

This emotion was pure and intense. Even Sun Ruodan, an ordinary person, could feel it. Sun Ruodan stared at Wei Guibin. On the face of this warrior, only slightly older than him, lay unwavering determination—that power of faith.

The bald-headed youth thrown by the black-haired boy, and the skull-turbaned man struck by him, upon seeing their companion inexplicably felled by the black-haired boy, immediately hoisted their fallen comrade and fled without hesitation.

That day, Sun Li returned to school; lately, the school had been in chaos preparing internships for students, and even Sun Li’s clinical medicine college was extremely busy. Yet Sun Li seemed remarkably at ease, as no tasks had been assigned to him.

Below, the doctors murmured among themselves, their eyes filled with contempt and disdain, as if Xiao Yifei had brought shame to Beijing People’s Hospital.

“This Kiraiadorian feels different from before,” said Lina on the ground, watching the Kiraiadorian, whose appearance had changed since last time.

“You’re right!” The sergeant smiled faintly, then waved his hand; over a hundred cultivators instantly adopted grim, deadly expressions and charged toward Zhuge Liang and the others.

Jennifer took Bo Xun’s overcoat. Yunzi brought Bo Xun a chair, urging him to sit by the stove to warm his hands and body.

Another corpse was even more horrifying—only twenty-odd skeletons remained, still clinging to strands of blood and fragments of flesh, crimson and foul-smelling.

Frankly, he simply could not understand why Xiao Yifei had made this choice now.

“Lu Liuli’s body.” Having seen Lu Liuli’s naked form before, even Linghu Li had thought her figure exquisite—let alone Mingye.

Seeing the white bear’s demeanor, Xiao Yifei grinned, instantly guessing why the bear was acting so awkward.

Ten breaths later, Su Li began to contemplate the Profound True Yang Fire Art; the obscure, profound principles slowly unfolded within him, one by one.