Chapter 201: All Belong to Me

The Old Witch’s small face grew serious, her eyes darting back and forth.

Zhao Ti lightly tapped the table, smiling faintly.

Wu Xiong and the others at the door all froze, staring at the girl.

The two women instantly sensed something was wrong, suddenly realizing: how could the Old Witch be here, and why did she look so pitifully innocent?

The Old Witch was still in the child-reversion phase of the Eternal Youth and Immortality Technique, her cultivation reduced to just a few years’ worth—how could she possibly come here, as if a lamb wandered into a pack of wolves?

Could it be

Three years ago in her past life, it was still this plot of land, still two households with two three-and-a-half-story houses, and the two brothers could each only afford twenty thousand or so taels.

It was not Feng Wuqing, nor was it Feng Chen; if anything, it was merely a conscious memory.

The last few characters seemed to have been written with great resolve—Huiwu and Dayan exchanged glances and nodded.

Only now did Li Yan seem to remember: this man before him had never once claimed to be from the Xian Capital Yuan family—all these emotions, all these assumptions, were merely the delusions of himself and the others! The moment he thought of fabricating the charge of being a Yuan family scion, Li Yan felt like crying but couldn’t even shed a tear.

Qin Yibai let out a low growl, abruptly retracting his hand that had been about to strike the meat stall, forcing down his fury and turning to leave.

Saying this, he rode the wind upward, soaring higher and higher, gazing down from the sky, activating his Elemental Vision. A patch of dark, sinister energy appeared, fully visible, its location laid bare.

Do they have no sense of aesthetics? Or are these beastmen’s aesthetics inherently opposite to those of humans?

The maid named Dongxiang’s face was covered in red spots, some even oozing pus—utterly repulsive to behold.

As Qin Yibai was swept among countless meteorites, spinning toward the monster’s gaping maw, the next instant he would be swallowed whole into its unseen belly, utterly lost.

After the meal, Shen Qinglan curled up beside Lin Shi, listening as Lin Shi and Zhao Mama chatted, learning that the dozen or so soldiers trailing them were all under Hu Junfeng of the Northern Pass, dispatched to escort the Shen family.

Still, she came—because she wanted to see how Second Master Shen intended to handle this matter: he actually wanted to meet her together with Shuangshuang; did she really think she’d be afraid?

He wanted to test it? To blast over that pile of talismans, just saying he wanted to test it? This guy must be insane. Among the three hundred elite soldiers, some eyes flickered with suspicion. The mountain of talismans before them outnumbered all they had ever seen in their lives—they had to act; they couldn’t stand there like fools waiting to be beaten.

Shen Miaoge knew what Hongxiu intended to do. Seeing her already board the carriage, he no longer suppressed his rage: it was time for every branch and courtyard of the Shen family to know—Shen Miaoge was no weakling. If they wanted his life, they’d better weigh their own worth first.

His heart gave a slight throb; NilaKe merged instantly with the Azure Plane, sensing the situation across the five continents, then took two steps and crossed ten thousand li of space, appearing in a forest.

Chu Yu couldn’t help secretly marveling, yet an intense sense of caution rose unbidden in her heart: the thing she had pondered for so long, he understood at once upon hearing her mention it—this boy was far too clever, so clever it frightened her.

Ignoring the skeletal warriors, the steel behemoth charged forward with unstoppable momentum.

Endless blackness trapped Fang Jiaxu, his inner pain like losing his dearest kin—he clenched his eyes shut, brows tightly furrowed.

As the distance shortened, NilaKe’s Dragon-Slaying Sword began to resonate—the dragon’s vengeful spirit on the blade howled wildly, its power striking the dragon’s soul and causing Deayniao’s already unstable spirit to falter.

For example, a week ago, a youth as frail as if blown away by the wind came to the consultation room, and Sun Bu Zhou used this method.