Chapter 86: Subdued (5/10)

I was startled, suddenly snapping back to reality—the Jingting Pavilion was no longer in sight; we had returned once more to the imperial palace’s splendor.

“What did they say about me?” My tone sharply rose as I halted abruptly, staring at Ru Yan; she was likely startled by my sudden reaction and froze in place.

The black sphere erupted in a brilliant light, as if activated, then transformed into a streak of radiance that shot directly into Nanlan Yunfei’s mind.

He never imagined that a man of Star Lord cultivation would lower himself to ambush a Star General.

Sword qi shimmered ceaselessly, the black robe rustled loudly, and his black hair flowed like spilled ink, swaying with each blade motion.

“Big Brother Li, what’s wrong with Luoyang? It’s completely lifeless?” Yuan Zhao asked as soon as he sat down.

This chain of explosions signaled the collapse of Hou Yi’s frontline; moreover, due to the further shattering of space, Emperor finally sensed the threat of that terrifying spatial vortex.

Lin Shan immediately demanded she take only two suitcases; no matter how much Xiao Zhirou pleaded, it was useless, so she gritted her teeth and packed only her most essential items into two cases.

What are they doing? I curiously took a few steps forward, trying to understand, yet noticed not at all that danger was drawing ever closer.

I stared at Ling Yefeng, twitching my lips—Lord of the Netherworld, can’t you be a little less childish??

Leaving aside Buddhist and Daoist matters, Liao Fan has his own master; I can discuss cultivation with him, but I can’t take him under my wing—that would overstep, encroaching on his master’s role, and our heart methods differ—how could I guide him?

Lin Jiajia thought for a moment and called He Xing; the call connected. She directly asked if Fu Shijin hadn’t brought his phone; He Xing said he didn’t know. She then asked if Fu Shijin was busy; He Xing still said he didn’t know.

Lin Jiajia briefly told Lu Zhanpeng she worked at Bozhou, that Fu Shijin was her direct superior, and that she knew Xu Boxiang because of Fu Shijin.

But because she couldn’t speak, no school would accept her—she naturally knew nothing of this, so I was surprised when Qi Qi made such a request.

The Sword Spirit arrived at Miao Meijia’s apartment but didn’t enter; he stood on the balcony, watching inside.

Unable to adapt to his body immediately, Xiao Chen knew rushing was useless, so he assumed a stance and began practicing military hand-to-hand combat in a forest clearing.

Outside the window, the moonlight was bright; he stared blankly at the round, luminous disk, and once again that silver eye appeared in his mind.

As for the two great masters, Feng Yunwuji and Gai Jiuyou, even if they didn’t fight, merely standing by to intimidate would suffice.

Tian Xin knew her second guess must be the true driving force behind the events so far.

What if today, moved by his injury for her sake, she felt pity and showed mercy? So he couldn’t bear to sleep—he wanted to preserve every moment with her in his memory.

But spending 123,500 taels made her wince—after all, that sum equaled the entire annual profit of their Jinxiu Mountain Villa grain shop.

Tianyou knew she was still angry; his heart ached with a sense of injustice, and his eyes instantly turned red. Seeing this, Prince Jing’s anger flared, and he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

The man wore camouflage, no more than early twenties, his copper-toned skin accentuating his towering, powerful frame—wild yet coldly proud.

Qiao Chu said nothing, her brow furrowed—could her illness really be that strange?

Bai Li and the others were also stunned, but they weren’t worried at all—after all, their strength spoke for itself; nothing a single hammer blow couldn’t fix.

Otherwise, after losing one’s body in the crossing, would one endure the oppression of a decaying feudal society and lose one’s true self?

So Lin Xuanhao, who had once egged Rong Rong into playing tricks, was still regarded by Xiu Qiqi as a classmate, a comrade. She had assumed that with Lin Xuanhao and Rong Rong’s relationship, everything would naturally return to normal—but she never expected Lin Xuanhao would die, and die so horribly.

The butterfly hadn’t eaten in days, emaciated beyond belief; as it lunged at Xiang Wanqi, it lost strength halfway and seemed about to fall.

“Have you suddenly fainted recently?” Song Wanjun’s voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Stepping out of that stifling laboratory, Zhang Jiaming returned to the real world; countless intricate snowflakes were falling from the sky, clinging to his broad shoulders; he exhaled a thick cloud of warm breath, yet he still had to face his current problems.

Chu Tianyang’s hostility had long been obvious to Lin Mohan; after their previous partnership ended, he secretly investigated and confirmed Chu Tianyang was behind it. Lin Mohan couldn’t recall having offended Chu Tianyang—why was he being targeted?

“I won’t let you down, Governor Xue Shao. Have you agreed to hand over the army to me?” Long Quan smiled.

At that moment, Flying Dragon Kru and his wife Nia descended, landing before Long Ming and Helian Zi Yun.

“Mm,” Su Jin nodded; Chun Liu lifted dressed Su Jin onto the wheelchair and wheeled her toward the dressing table.

“Yes, she just has gastric bloating,” said Director Zhang, pulling out his lens cloth to wipe his glasses, smiling warmly at the two stunned figures standing still.

The public only wanted to vent; most wouldn’t care about the troubles that followed. Times had changed—after the war ended, only “exchange” remained: the U.S. reached an agreement with the 731 war criminals to obtain the data.

Po Feng Mountain Villa maintained good relations with Liuyun Sect; when Dong Han was young, he accompanied Fan Qingyun to the Northern Desert and lived for a time at Po Feng Mountain Villa; though many years had passed, he still bore a faint resemblance to his younger self.

“Who’s your mother? How could I possibly have a son this big!” Tong Guai Guai leapt to her feet; Da Guai Guai beside her barked in accompaniment.

Hu Shuntang neither nodded nor shook his head, merely fixed his gaze on the man, waiting for him to continue; but standing too long, his legs had gone numb.

“Alright, if anything unusual happens, call me immediately,” Jing Shang patted Lu Manman on the shoulder.

Here, Wang Chuan directly asked, casting a deep look at Shao Baxian, then turning to Xue Biao.

As his body hurtled toward the ground, Bai Yu used the same footwork he’d employed while fleeing—his feet tapped the air four times in rapid succession. “Whoosh!” A gust seemed to rise beside him; he skimmed horizontally across the ground, his back brushing the earth, gliding dozens of meters before landing.