Chapter 75

Beneath Liangzhou’s city gate, over a hundred elite soldiers stood in neat rows on either side, radiating might and vigor. In the center stood a large group of officials in court robes, old and young alike.

It felt so relaxing, as if no matter how great the trouble, Bai Xiyun could always shoulder it for her.

Upon hearing her words, I immediately rose, threw on whatever garment came to hand, and took the cloth she’d prepared for me to the latrine. Passing the room from last night, the doors and windows were tightly shut, a thin layer of dust resting lightly on the handle—as if no one had entered since.

“Oh! The veil’s blown up!” As they walked, Yang Qingqing’s veil suddenly lifted. She looked up at the varied expressions around her and smiled.

At the same time, Chen Yu’s figure shot upward like a black beast, carrying terrifying murderous aura, charging straight at Shi Wei.

As for the side effects of Juesheng Dan, the Comprehensive Manual of Alchemy mentioned them, and even provided a remedy—but Tie Junyi had never paid attention, for back then he had just begun alchemy and had no spare thoughts for such matters.

Mu Xi glanced at him and knew his heart was bursting with joy; she ignored his antics and turned instead to Nian Yeye, still fuming where he stood.

“What’s the deal with the Lian family?” Yang Qingqing asked as she and Hu Lun’an sneaked toward the Lian residence.

A burly man in leather armor, dark-skinned, wielding a bloodied axe, sneered and flew to the other side.

Almost all serial killers’ histories are bizarre and extraordinary, perfectly suited for film—hence the many movies about psychopaths. But most are only B-grade horror films; the only killer to serve as reference for two major Hollywood blockbusters is Edward Gein.

All the comments were uniformly “Congratulations Miaokaoer.” Some disruptive comments joked cheerfully about Miaokaoer becoming Imperial Consort.

“So according to you, if our Thunder Hall wants to grow, we absolutely need the Liu family’s help?” Shen Feng asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Inside the room, Xiao Peng glanced around at the furnishings—unchanged from when he had left. Everything remained exactly as it had been when he departed years ago.

Just as they had agreed to cooperate, before even moving a finger, online exposure surfaced some highly damaging material about Zhang Di—or perhaps old revelations nobody had believed, now reigniting due to the recent assault incident.

“Big brother, you and Cang Jianlong secretly follow the Grand Elder. I’ll join you shortly.” Xiong Lie sighed as he watched the endless waves of wild beasts attacking Cuiyun Clan, then followed Cang Jianlong’s Yunlong Team, riding the wind behind Xiong Shi Yu. All wore invisibility talismans, merely guarding covertly.

The air gradually grew quiet, allowing everyone present to hear more clearly the subtle sounds of Qi flowing.

Xu Chen froze for a moment, then understood—after all, he’d experienced this several times before.

Fang Leiruhuan’s cultivation was far below Fang Shan’s. Fang Shan had reached the peak of Tai Su Realm, while Fang Leiruhuan was only at the fifth layer. Thus, Fang Shan grew increasingly arrogant. After Fang Leimingfeng’s birth and the acquisition of the legendary Heavenly Phoenix bloodline, the Fang Clan enjoyed several years of peace and became much more restrained.

Ten li north of Chang’an City, banners fluttered, armies advanced, dust rose, and men shouted while horses neighed.

Seizing an opportunity, the Soul Stinger fired—a formless force shaped into a needle-thin spike, piercing directly into the bear beetle’s skull.

He had trained the one hundred and eight divine arts of the Ninefold Mystery Origin Art, and today he finally completed the thirty-six Heavenly Gang techniques.

Fu Zhuxin found that in all these years, she had borne only one princess—born while the Empress Dowager was still alive. After the Empress Dowager’s death, she had not conceived again.

A fiery-tempered sister always shouted the loudest, right on the street she dug at the blood blisters on her feet, utterly unconcerned with her image.

I was also stunned—Bai Yan had reached the peak of Earth Master at only fifteen. He truly had reason to be proud; I was only mid Earth Master at fifteen.

The long-bodied monster, upon nearing the sword array, was instantly shredded like meat tossed into a grinder, cut to pieces by the whirling blades.

The man called Yan Ju nodded, then turned to us—and his expression changed instantly, his aura undergoing a complete transformation.

Wang Guocheng waited with Fan Xiaoyou outside Rong Shaoting’s door, listening as Rong Shaoting scolded Fan Xiaoyang inside. Fan Xiaoyou’s face was tense.

He could now even “see” through his clothes—his bones growing translucent, faintly sensing subtle changes within the Five Spirit Treasuries.

As for the gold branch in Zhenji City, others could manage it. The luxury store had also found a temporary manager. How much they sold? Xia Qingfeng no longer cared about that money…

Thus, everyone in the Princess’s mansion waited eagerly for the Ling family to send someone to bribe them.

After repeating this countless times, she still couldn’t reach Wen Zixin, and now lacked the strength to rise. She lay helplessly on the boxing ring, stubbornly staring up at Wen Zixin towering above—but she could only lie there, utterly spent, with no strength left to resist.

Wang Nannan turned off her phone and sighed. She’d asked Qin Meng—it wasn’t him who sent the flowers. Then who had?

Xia Qianjiao didn’t call Xia Chengyuan—he’d been expelled from Chiyan Dojo and felt too ashamed to meet his former classmates now.

The goods sold inside were even more varied than in the mortal world. Some ran shops; others simply spread a filthy, tattered cloth, upon which glowed medicinal herbs.

“Lu Lianglin specifically left this for you—he said it’s your welcome gift,” Gu Shanghuai said lightly.

In fact, from the moment Zhang Yunli began fussing in the room, Lin Zhixu had already woken up.