Chapter 99: A New Race Is Born—The Ghoul (Makeup for Yesterday)

The underground palace.

It kept shaking.

The towering stone pillars swayed precariously, as if about to collapse.

An elderly hand pressed against the pillar; the old swordwoman gripped it, staring at the trembling underground palace, her cloudy eyes filled with shock.

The young swordwoman lifted her skirt and walked slowly out of the palace; seeing the old swordwoman, she asked, “What happened?”

“Did our enemies come calling?”

The old swordwoman

Empress Tu burst into laughter. At this moment, whether Empress Tu or Yang Yunxi, both finally felt a hint of the gloom above them beginning to lift.

The chaotic qi churned endlessly, like boiling water, gurgling incessantly, sweeping across all directions with overwhelming force. As time passed, the thick chaotic qi gradually thinned, slowly transforming into vast amounts of heavenly and earthly qi, dissipating into the air and merging with this realm.

She naturally knew why Consort Zeng had agreed to help. But how could she say this to Zhu Lishi? Empress Tu had already warned her never to mention this matter to Zhu Li. She also knew that if Zhu Li learned the truth, it would only bring him anguish. So she firmly decided not to speak of it.

“Since there are no objections, let’s begin,” Mu Yi said, squinting slightly. Today’s sunlight was truly comfortable—not harsh, not cold. If he had no duties, he would surely take a nap, but now he had no time.

Lin Xiang pursued relentlessly; his third punch struck, and the golden sand monk’s body was covered in cracks, drenched in blood, his massive frame trembling violently as he let out mournful cries.

Mainly because Su Junyan’s aura was too overwhelming—he had entered Dao Peak alone with a single blade, as if walking through an empty land.

But since Wu Fan had encountered them here, he thought for a moment and decided to first take them to the company, check on the studio’s condition, then head to Ning Feifei’s place. So he started the car and followed them.

Zhou Shi declined, insisting that Lian Fangzhou pick just one for her, repeatedly saying she didn’t care and wasn’t picky.

Wu Fan stepped out of the estate and saw numerous police cars speeding toward him. He lowered his head, crossed the road, and vanished into the shadows, then walked toward his car.

Crown Prince Xuan Yuan Qingtian looked down at her with a cold, piercing gaze, sharp as swords and knives, making Crown Princess Ye Qianyu shiver involuntarily.

The best six-star hotel in Z City was decorated with gaudy, dazzling opulence; its gilded gates shimmered blindingly in the sunlight.

Xiahou Fei rubbed his chin. “Surprise? What surprise?” Did he even have a surprise for her? More like a fright.

Ye Shixuan was handsome, the president of Ye Corporation, wealthy and good-looking—a formidable rival not to be taken lightly by Brother Mu Yan.

His previously relaxed brow suddenly furrowed; he recalled how, after Chen Mingyu had left last night, the guest room door had suddenly opened, revealing his wife dressed in thin clothing.

Confirming her chest was unharmed, that damned ordeal now a distant memory, Consort Xian finally exhaled in relief—but her hand reaching for the wine cup still trembled uncontrollably. Only after drinking the wine, as the alcohol spread through her body, did she regain her composure.

I stared at the blood-red Chiyou demon statue, clad in scales, hearing that familiar voice that made me want to grit my teeth and go mad—my body began trembling uncontrollably, not from fear, but from rage.

Seeing his cold smirk, his eyes revealed no emotion. Bo Ya stroked his beard, a chill sweat breaking on his back—he truly didn’t know whether serving such a master was fortune or misfortune.

And in such a game, the farther away, the steeper the slope, the greater the chance of error.