Volume One, Chapter 35: The Poisoner Is Caught—A Public Trial Begins

Lin Ranyan showed no sign of panic. Her fingertips rubbed the kraft paper packet hidden in her sleeve as she replied calmly, “My cousin sent you, didn’t he? If he wants to see me next time, there’s no need for such theatrics.”

Although Huang Zheng had little fondness for the Chongyang Monastery, the old Daoist of Wuji had secretly used the essential powder from his youth-preserving pills. The Jade Dew Pills were highly sought after on the market—though their preparation was ethically questionable, they were undeniably effective.

Old Master Gu, well past eighty, remained robust in body, his eyes sharp and his ears keen. Gu Zibai’s words reached him loud and clear.

Gradually, the situation eased. Matthew suddenly severed the connection between the three of them. Sensing the surging internal force within him, as boundless as the sea, he let out a shout and swept the other two away from the palace of Western Xia.

She had only taken a bath and answered a call on her bed. As for when her towel slipped off, she had no idea.

Though the spring weather in Sifang City was not particularly cold, spending a night on the ground was still no easy ordeal.

The Salt and Iron Commissioner, though not as highly ranked as the county magistrate, was a direct subordinate of the Imperial Agrarian Office in the capital. He controlled the county’s monopoly resources such as salt and iron—an enviable post indeed. For this very reason, it was commonplace for magistrates to curry favor with the Salt and Iron Commissioner.

There were only two options: either watch him die before her eyes, or bear this calamity for him. Only by taking this disaster upon herself could she win him a slim chance at survival.

If the Bastion were to stand above Sogut, it would naturally stand above all of Sogut’s disciples as well. The Core Council would find it difficult to communicate with these people; any disciple wishing to speak with the council would have to pass through Sogut’s social gate. The council wanted to avoid such barriers.

He, on the other hand, pursued the path of swordsmanship to its utmost, carving the way of the sword deeply into his consciousness. Though this made his path narrower, it was a path of true devotion.

A great number of rock bee corpses were collected into his spatial storage. The majority of the rock bees here were of the third rank, and Zhou Shan certainly had no intention of letting any go.

The half of the body not yet shrouded in black mist—a tightly shut eye—trembled incessantly, as if about to open. The black mist’s spread was affected by this, beginning to slow.

“Was Sun Dasheng driving? Or Ye Chenfeng?” Zhao Tianlei looked at the now-empty backseat, realizing both Ye Chenfeng and Sun Dasheng were missing, while Sun Dasheng’s wife, Wang Xueqing, sat quietly in the rear. This meant Sun Dasheng must also be present, prompting the question.

Everyone in the cavalry camp knew that last night, Huo Guang had been summoned to the eleventh prince’s tent for his ‘favor.’

The tenth-ranked demon king, “The Three-Headed Lord” Pal? He sounded like an excellent experimental subject. Unfortunately, he was far too powerful to be captured.

Ling Yu hadn’t expected Yi Ling to be so enamored with dragon spirits, and answered awkwardly, even invoking the names of the higher-ups.

The base held three thousand one hundred and eighty people, yet Wu Yong had already swayed over six hundred to his side—a truly formidable faction.

That meteorite must have been here for at least several centuries. Its potent vitality had likely transformed the queen bee long ago.

Even during flight, it could draw elemental energy to strengthen the arrows. On top of that, the bow itself was engraved with magic arrays to enhance attack and shooting power—ideal attributes for an archer. As for those flashy special effects—what use were they, really?

Yan Zhengduan and his companions strode toward Ling Yu and the others, eyeing Ling Yu with a scrutinizing gaze and stating their intentions in no uncertain terms.

Within moments, Yue Chengwu had drained a whole jar of wine. This fine liquor, a specialty of Lingyu City, was renowned for its potency—even Wang Yanzhang would find it daunting. Yet it only made Yue Chengwu’s eyes shine brighter; he promptly reached for a second jar.

“Boss, what brings you here?” Avril was explaining something to a spirited old gentleman when she saw Li Feng walk in. She leapt from her chair in delight, diving straight into his arms.

Having encountered several waves of magical beasts that morning, Li Feng was in no mood to study their weaknesses. When others sought his advice, he responded perfunctorily, quickly sending them on their way.

Luo Qian said, “Let’s see how it works.” Xiao Xiangzi didn’t boast, merely smiling as she placed an immortal jade into the array.

Xu Huang, his face deathly pale, stared at the raging White River for a long time before regaining his composure. At that moment, it felt as if a sharp blade were twisting in his chest, the pain forcing him to gasp for breath.

Claire only glanced at the video before her expression darkened—those bloody scenes made her deeply uncomfortable.

As for the league, the champion was decided in the final round. Mourinho’s Chelsea became Manchester City’s fiercest rival on the road to the title—the “Special One” had not lost his magic.

“So? Do you regret not having learned the truth sooner? If you had, would you still have pursued Fang Yan?” Xie Bei asked nosily.

The old man’s thoughts drifted back sixty years, to when Xu Qing was just thirteen. The Xu family, thanks to their wealthy ancestors, were a prominent household in their hometown.

Zhu Yunwen could never have imagined that the token in Zhou Rui’s hand was identical to the one held by the Prince of Yan.

So, bringing Nan Yaoyao into the household back then was for the sake of curing an illness? To think I once worried she’d sully him, always on edge for his sake.