Volume 1, Chapter 35: Zhao Lingling Gets Beaten

After delivering the threat, she strode out and slammed the hall door shut, leaving Wei Ze sitting alone in the room, looking somewhat desolate.

"Empress Dowager, you have spent so many years building this up, and now that success is within reach, if you just give it all up, wouldn't that be..." Matron Xiuyun stepped forward, urging her to reconsider.

Xiao Haotian. Why did you have to treat me so well? You hateful man. From now on, who else could I ever love?

With a beckoning gesture as if calling a pet, Mu Yun, looking displeased, waved at her. Suddenly, her stunning, peerless face opened into a gaping maw, as if she were about to devour her whole in the next instant.

The man swallowed hard and started the car. Yao’s charm was the kind that captivated men of all ages; any man who saw her couldn't help but fantasize. Such allure was not something even an ordinary starlet could compare to; otherwise, she wouldn't have become one of the Five Children of the Qin Sect at such a young age, commanding a net worth of millions.

Hadn't she been guessing in her heart all along? Why did she just walk away? Even if he were only a contract husband, she should have made a scene, slapped Yun Rong a few times, and seized the opportunity to humiliate that guy—that would have been Tang Meng's style.

Spies sent into Xiangzhou by the army brought back constant reports on Feng Junyang’s forces. Although the enemy had cleared the mountain paths and was marching toward Yiping at full speed, they were still at least five or six days away. Chen Nian had lost her fighting spirit here, seeking only to stall for time. Meanwhile, on the Wan River, the Taixing navy was nearing Yiping and would arrive in a matter of days.

Han Chong, seeing this situation, was actually overjoyed, as if he had been hoping for exactly this to happen. The Imperial Guard, originally only a few hundred strong, suddenly swelled to several thousand. The once quiet and peaceful Murong residence was transformed into an endless hell in the blink of an eye.

The Spirit Tiger looked at the surrounding Oma bees with disdain, using its two tiger paws to begin a massive slaughter of the insects. However, for the Oma bees, such casualties happened every day. The bees flying around the Spirit Tiger continued to launch their venomous stingers recklessly, following the orders of the Oma Queen.

Yang Fenglie left Qin Ruo’s villa, made a call to Shangguan Ce, and then contacted several of his own disciples and juniors.

Just as she ran a few steps, the door of the wardrobe closest to the room burst open. A pair of male hands reached out from inside, firmly grabbing Qin Pan’s. On those hands, there were birthmarks that looked like worms.

However, at this moment, Zhang Yun’s entire face had become remarkably clear, and even the fair back she had exposed was rendered in high definition.

Under Cai Yuanqin’s authorization, I had Wang Cheng take me to visit the back chambers one by one. Finally, we arrived at the seventeenth chamber, in front of Zhao Shuya’s courtyard.

Yan Wubian, feeling helpless, moved to remove Han Chen’s hands from his neck. Immediately after, he gripped her left arm with his left hand and placed his right hand on her wrist pulse, slowly channeling a gentle water-attribute essence into her body to investigate her current condition.

Hearing the company commander’s words, the soldiers began to busy themselves. Dong Lei also stepped in to help. Before long, the fallen comrades were laid in the pit, and the men sat down to rest.

Lin Han nodded, then said to Ren and Lu, "Then I will trouble you both. I have other matters to attend to, so I must take my leave." After another round of farewells, Lin Han walked out of the courtyard gate, leaving Green Bamboo Alley behind as Qu Feiyan watched him go with lingering reluctance.

When I returned home, Mom had already cleaned up the dishes and had even wiped down Dad’s body while it was still warm.

The gates of hell burst open with a roar, and a pair of pitch-black ghostly claws lunged out, wreathed in scorching golden and black flames. They struck toward Gu Yun with the force of a thunderbolt; such power was enough that even an ordinary first-stage cultivator of the Guiyuan Realm would struggle to escape.

Those who had once slandered them, those who had doubted them, and those who had refused to submit to them—today, they would all bow at his feet in surrender.

"Wicked beast!" Zongzheng Jiong shouted, his cold gaze locked onto its unnaturally dark pupils. He brushed his hand over the wound on his abdomen, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze; the pressure of a Lianxu-stage cultivator descended upon it like Mount Tai.

He rushed over to investigate, but just as he leaned down, a sword thrust upward, violently piercing his heart from behind.

Before today, he had never known that the sisters Chu Ting and Chu Junyu were at such daggers drawn.

"You have finally grown up!" Jun Qishan’s gaze deepened, as if she could see into her heart through her eyes.

Tong Wanyao’s words not only shocked those present, but even Huangfu Ye looked at her with a hint of surprise.

A boy of no more than fourteen or fifteen was held in the grip of two Xuanyuan-stage powerhouses, struggling and screaming.

Yet, when the creature raised its eyes, which were like black beans, and saw the Nether White Tiger, it showed not a hint of fear.

"Whether I get married or not is none of your business," Murong Chenxi’s voice came through, laced with anger.

Dazed, she didn't know how much time had passed before Xia Jingyan felt the burden on her body lighten. She struggled to open her eyes and saw Zhou Rantuo with his back to her. Xia Jingyan crawled over with difficulty and hugged him from behind. Zhou Rantuo did not respond. So be it.