Volume One, Chapter 41: Xia Zhiyuan Is the Traitor—Seize Her

Although the formal acknowledgment ceremony had not yet taken place, Lin Ranyan and Ji Junxiao still went to the department store to buy a longevity lock for their godson.

Lin Ranyan, her belly rounded with pregnancy, gently stroked the longevity lock nestled in its brocade box with her fingers.

On the pure silver surface of the lock, the four seal-script characters for “A Long Life of a Hundred Years” had been carved with vigorous strength by the craftsman, and three delicate little bells dangled from the bottom of the lock.

Wei Jiuxiao himself did not even realize that, upon hearing these words, he unconsciously let out a breath of relief.

When her phone rang, she was reluctant to let him go, holding onto his shirt with one hand while fishing out her phone with the other.

Perhaps the profits were astonishingly high, perhaps they couldn’t find another salesperson, or maybe for some other reason, but Sun Qihong remained the sole salesperson at Sanhe Paints.

Now, Yang Zhizhuan also felt helpless; in matters like this, there was nothing he could say—it wasn’t his area of expertise, after all.

Wei Jiuxiao changed into his wedding attire, placed the bridal veil over Yu Miaomiao, and the two entered the hall again to perform the traditional couple’s bow.

When the police arrived, they could do little more than question everyone in turn and search the premises inside and out, only to find results no different from those reported earlier by Jian Tong and the others.

A woman born into the lowest ranks as a military courtesan openly declared her origins to the world and, on her very first day in the household, dared to threaten the favored attendant of the secondary concubine without reservation. From Mu Lingzhi’s observations and understanding, this was not the arrogance of ignorance but the manifestation of utter fearlessness.

“You two have been here for a week now, and overall, I’m rather satisfied.”

Lei Ting burst out laughing at these words. “Hahaha, isn’t that just nonsense? Of course, I’m the noblest of the human race! How could you compare such evil, filthy lives to me?”

As they chatted, the two suddenly realized that Yun Mulou had fallen behind, looking utterly lost and dejected.

At that moment, he felt as if his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs had all melted; his throat tightened, and he didn’t know what to say.

Suddenly, Xuan Tianji reversed his mysterious power; the seal of fate manifested, condensing into a wheel of destiny. Not only did it devour the vengeful spirits around them, but it also pressed down hard upon the Master of Shadows.

Hearing this, Emperor Yunxiao was seized by a sense of foreboding. Following Immortal Chongwu’s gesture, he walked to the edge of the twelve jade pillars, passed through the celestial veil of order at the Ascension Platform, and witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

It had to be said that Mi Dan’s bloodlust was truly savage; to him, human life was as insignificant as grass.

The other person, however, did not continue speaking. Instead, with a sigh, he dissolved into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared into the domain of the mind.

Xie Nantian knew that Liu Chuanshen was a man who left nothing to chance. In the Yunwu Principality, some extraordinary genius must have emerged. He was determined to find that prodigy and accept them as his disciple ahead of time.

When she finally found Fang Zheng, not only was he safe and sound, but he had also successfully formed his spiritual foundation. Although the past twenty years had been filled with mysteries and suspicions, at least he had committed no grievous wrongs. All this greatly eased her mind. Now, the question was: should she awaken him and reveal her true identity?

“Xiniang.” At that moment, Xiao Shiyuan had already approached, watching her gaze fixed ahead in deep thought. His voice was hoarse as he called her name. Having first received news of her tragic fate, then later heard that she was, in fact, unharmed, he had endured with great patience until at last he could see with his own eyes that she was truly safe.

After ensuring that two grandmasters were posted at each talisman’s side, Mr. Xi invited King Huanfu Wu and other grandmasters, along with two Supreme Elders from the Sacred Lands, to escort the three sealed demons into a carefully prepared burial chamber.

Damn it, 744 was definitely the black sheep among intelligent brains—what a rotten idea it had given her! How could she, the upright and principled Dr. Jin, stoop to becoming a common thief?

Especially after Nalan Fei’s parents passed away—he had not allowed her to return to the capital to pay her respects—and this matter had always weighed on her mind. Even if she didn’t mention it, he was well aware. This time, it was supposed to be just a short trip to the neighboring province, but upon returning, Nalan Fei left home with Chen Xue and never came back.