Chapter 42

The ministers drew deeper breaths; that was the dragon’s head—no one could touch it recklessly, not even the empress. This man’s abilities were extraordinary; even the head of the royal family had to show him respect, let alone someone merely an heir. He doubted his own eyes—after dancing thousands of times before, how could he fail repeatedly today? Especially the final time; though he clearly supported himself with his hand, his wrist felt as if stung by a bee, the pain making his heart tremble.

Lin Chenqing was not pursuing anything honorable; he was vying for power and profit. While he aided Murong Yinzhu, there was also exploitation involved.

“Since I have come today, I do not intend to leave alive!” Ximen Jinyuan declared, picking up a dagger, ready to end her own life.

The rooms were plainly furnished, far from luxurious. Aside from wardrobes, a clothes rack, and a writing desk, only a pot of orchids by the window adorned the space.

Only on the day she gave birth did she occasionally call his name. Since that day when Leng Yuan spoke, she rarely uttered it anymore.

After the farewell, the impersonator Zhou Li led Murong Yinzhu quietly toward the so-called bedchamber.

They whispered for a long while, yet the imperial concubine continued her dance. Wei Routi felt a flush of embarrassment—wasn’t she tired?

From some ten paces away, the scenery outside the window was faintly visible—surrounded by mountains and waters, exquisitely magnificent.

“What is he doing?” Fu Yiyun asked with disdain, as if Zhang Ming might disturb their private moment.

Although the barbarians’ strength was cunningly employed, preventing them from fully unleashing their power, the elite wolf riders and many elder barbarians, upon merging with the vengeful ghosts they sustained, could perform formidable ghostly arts. In the face of their furious counterattack, the disciples of the Great Dao Sect would inevitably suffer harm.

As long as Grandmother refused to yield, their disputes would never be resolved.

She possessed no magical tools, only the “Matchmaker’s Paper Technique,” so she could not fly using magical instruments. She had already prepared treasures to exchange for a carriage. No wonder she was unworthy of your divine lordship; if she did not leave soon, she might lose her life.

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That tone, that expression, especially the final “tsk~” — as if mocking how ignorant the palace folk were, with their shallow understanding.

Having defeated the blood-red flood dragon, Hong Yi sat cross-legged, channeling energy to heal and restore the drained thunder flame power.

The poison’s transformed form was purified instantly upon contact with the thousand-stream fluid surface, reduced to an invisible state within the intensely concentrated golden domain.

Tuan Cang snorted coldly when the two advisors fell silent: “Hmph! You talk big! Rengoku, have you never considered what if the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki loses control over the Nine-Tails’ power and is corrupted by the negative emotions in the tailed beast’s chakra, what then?”

Damn it, to be a real man means fighting to the death without regard for life! This was the heartfelt sentiment of many, including the Beggar’s Sect and Western Xia alike.

“So that’s the origin of the story—no wonder the old madam sent me here,” Li Ling said, glancing at Liu Yang with a warmer gaze.

Old Ge surmised that Hu Xuan had not revealed the secrets of Haoyu Tower because of the Beast Soldier Shrine. She wanted to monopolize it, keeping its secrets hidden from all.

When several fierce demons suddenly leapt from the sea, Situ Jingkong and the Great Elder cried out in alarm.

At that moment, Luna approached, crossing her slender legs to sit beside him, clutching an unidentifiable plant.

“No,” Wang Yao smiled lightly, shaking his head, black eyes unconsciously flickering with a tender light.

Lin Canghai turned his head toward the voice to see an elderly woman in her fifties, her face looking withered, yet her eyes held a spark of surprise as she looked at him.

Xilin Square, located at the northwest junction, was filled with lush greenery, but due to its position on the outer ring, it was rarely crowded.

Though landed safely, Abao could not help but break out in a cold sweat, intimidated by the visitor’s astonishing cultivation. He silently thought that without mastering the Qingfeng Liuxu movement technique, even with twenty more years of cultivation, he would surely be thrown to the ground and injured by such overwhelming power.

“No problem, everything will follow the leader’s arrangements,” Zhao Ziwei said with a smile, showing no displeasure.

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“Oh, isn’t this Xia Mengyou?” Yun Feiyu laughed; Xia Mengyou rolled her eyes and turned away. I simply cannot comprehend this—what on earth is going on? The question marks in my mind grew larger.

Seeing Fang Yuegong emerge pale-faced from the palace, his charioteer asked with concern, “Master has always been favored by the emperor. Why do you look so bloodless today?”

She would never have looked at anyone with such cold eyes before; her watery gaze now emitted an unsettling chill.

The underground factory was lit, but the spectacular scene shocked the two.

“What? Someone dares to challenge my authority? They’re courting death! I’ll show them my might—they don’t even know how to write the name Wang Hu,” the voice on the phone shouted angrily.

This must be the Northern Emperor, doing so deliberately. Their auras perfectly merged; it seemed that in the master’s heart, they were truly a pair.

This inn was owned by a rustic; more than half the rooms were open to the public, but three rooms were closed off—his residence and storage. In such a bustling place, it was a discreet hiding spot, reinforced by a large basement.

On the 24th day of the twelfth month in the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, two li outside Xi’an city, the peace negotiation platform was set up—actually just two chairs and a table.

That overwhelming force gradually eroded his body. The jade ring inside tried to resist, but to no avail. If he was careless with the Killing God Technique, even for three minutes, it would cause him to revert to his original form.

Then Su Xing put on a calm, indifferent demeanor, shaking his hands as if to shrug off the troubles he had just endured. There might be some business arising soon, but the worst was hard to judge.

Having been “tricked into marriage” by that scoundrel and unable to find Ling Chaoying, her patience thinned, and the fire in her chest grew fiercer.