Chapter 131: 128 Mutual Betrayal

Bai Xiaosheng’s company gathered people from more than one faction, making it safer.

Yixing came to inquire about the fake zisha, and Xupu did the same—regardless of motive or procedure, Yu Xing displayed more content in his office that had not been published online.

He also stated his position.

“We are actually restrained; we merely prove this thing exists, not that we fabricated it or defamed anyone.”

Wang Lin scolded Wang Mao severely, and Wang Mao felt wronged—wasn’t the money on his mother’s card just points?

With experience gained, what followed went much smoother; by the third morning, she had already refined one hundred thirty-two pills.

The Xiao family was a meritorious clan; their patriarch, Xiao Peizhong, held a high office and had been specially appointed by the Emperor as one of the Eight Royal Princes, with disciples scattered throughout the empire, making them the foremost aristocratic family in the nation.

Consort Chun argued, “The Empress suffered no injury.” If the Empress suffered no injury, she could not be accused of scratching her.

As Wei Xingge’s soul flame still wandered in idle thoughts, a pressure so overwhelming it quashed any thought of resistance crushed down upon him, instantly dispelling his earlier hesitation.

At this, Xu Jie’s expression changed—the look of utter terror, as if he had once again witnessed some unforgettable, horrifying scene.

“Wh…what??” An Yi suddenly felt the world had gone surreal. Had the master taken some wrong medicine today? Why would he want to eat coarse grain cakes? An Yi glanced at the cake in his hand and silently thought: And it’s one I’ve already bitten.

Just as Hong Ji prepared to strike first and kill Ivan the Terrible, Xing Lai suddenly spoke, his voice weak.

Given this chain of reasons, the court ministers turned a blind eye, pretending to know nothing.

Joking? This Shui Qingling was at least a Lord-level cultivator—he had no right to receive her bow.

In an instant, within the sand mist, the hissing of snakes grew angrier; the Sand Serpent King’s aura rapidly faded, while the Holy Beetle’s aura surged swiftly upward.

Gu Yan looked back at me in terror, her face filled with shock and disbelief. The man also stared at me in fear, as if he had committed some heinous act against me.

Morning breeze stirred; misty haze carried faint moisture, damp and cool, as fallen leaves dusted with dewdrops drifted through the hazy veil, wrapped in layers of desolation, slowly settling to the ground, spreading a carpet of pale green that stretched endlessly.

He ignored all manner of rare treasures and precious artifacts, casting aside the Liu family’s nearly two-hundred-year tradition of frugality.

So, as Commander Wei had predicted, once the Han army caught its breath, the Xiongnu cavalry would charge forth.

Huo Yun was initially surprised—not because he was astonished, but because he never imagined the old lady possessed such skill, capable of somehow eliminating the Empress.

The onlookers around them unconsciously clapped, for the child bearing the black King of Spades emblem.

Xu Chen stood atop the city wall, his gaze sweeping all directions, fixing on the Lord of Lintian, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Chen Feng spoke while observing the reactions of these men, checking for any who still harbored defiance, so he could deal with them later; after a pause, he continued, satisfied.

Since the opponent could easily endure a single punch, he must have an extraordinary tolerance for punishment; Liang Fei silently thought: This guy may be stupid, but he’s got a solid body. If he thinks I’m going easy, then don’t blame me for adding more force.

“The Dragon Team’s people are still too green to catch me, the Fox Master.” The Fox Master wore a smug expression.

Why transform into a cocoon? Do dead bodies spin webs? There are other reasons here—later, we’ll have a story dedicated solely to this.