Volume One, Chapter 46: Lin Ranran, How Dare You Scheme Against Me?

Dusk deepened, and the leaves in the cornfield rustled in the wind, as if whispering secrets unknown to anyone.

“Perhaps… so,” Lin Ranran replied coolly, her tone devoid of any emotion.

The private room was spacious, one of the best in this place, easily accommodating dozens of people. Mu Yao sat in silence, sullenly hugging her bowl and eating, while her mother kept serving dishes to Mu Yuan. Occasionally she would remember Mu Yao, but it was clear her favor lay more with her son.

The Third Lady patted Wang Jiulang’s hand with a radiant smile, presenting a picture of maternal kindness and filial piety to any onlooker.

Song Chengyi, imitating Ningning, stepped up to the table, dedicating his first cup of wine to his mother, thanking her for the gift of life and nurture.

But before they could run far, a blue light descended from the sky, blocking their way.

“To put it simply, the baleful energy in his body has now become entwined with his very life. Even if there were a way to remove it, doing so would destroy the balance and his life would come to its end,” Bai Xi explained slowly.

“What did he say?” Hearing this, a sudden flash of insight struck me, as if something drilled sharply into my mind.

Considering Ningyue’s pregnancy, Chanjuan felt she was weaker, so after getting out of the car and entering the mall, Chanjuan carried the bags herself.

“I’m asking you both to help me marry this handsome guy, steal him away from her! Three against one—we’ll definitely succeed!” Situ Wenrou declared, never one for mild words.

Neither the State of Qi, nor the State of Zhao, nor even Qin or Chu, would ever willingly let such a tempting prize slip away.

Yet the truly terrifying thing was that, at some unknown point, Burks had acquired the power to convert darkness. Their assault on Carlos was not to kill him, but to transform him into an Undead Sword Saint for the deathless faction.

Anderson and Andersen both shuddered at the same moment, involuntarily stepping back two paces. Confronting a true emperor, even if only the echo of his voice, was enough to plunge them into a nightmare without end. Their minds were filled with terror and despair; they longed to resist, but were utterly powerless.

Tang Weiqing sat upright in the guest seat, hands resting calmly on his knees, back straight, a faint self-assured smile on his lips—approachable, yet not easily accessible.

The voice was sharp and piercing, and the black smoke rising from the altar twisted and gathered in the air, churning until it formed a massive black demon effigy.

After a long while, Blue Rain sighed deeply. The Supreme Azure Sky was like an elder brother to her, but she had never expected him to fall to such a state. Nor had she ever guessed that Feng Hao’s identity was the one prophesied by the Supreme Lord of Primordial Chaos.

“And then? With such a lifeline in its grasp, the Knights’ Association naturally gained both fame and fortune. The inaugural tournament was a resounding success. From then on, the association, having tasted the benefits, made the event their magic key for survival.”

Nangong Haoyue’s face was ashen. In front of countless mercenaries and his own subordinates, he had lost—utterly and completely, with no chance for retreat.

Beyond the ninth level lies the legendary Holy Rank. To reach it is to become godlike in mortal eyes, able to laugh at emperors, look down upon the world, and roam the universe unfettered.

Everyone’s heart sank to the bottom; each member of the Heaven Swallowing Clan felt as if doomsday had arrived.

“There’s one more dish—shredded potatoes—then we’ll eat!” Stopping at the door of a house, I paused. From inside came the voice of an elderly person.

A pang struck my heart—she didn’t seem to like us talking here. Had we disturbed her? Did she simply not like me? Or perhaps our conversation had left her out?

“What’s going on between Xu Qingtan and Qin Fangbai?” Su Wuyang ignored her schadenfreude and directly asked the question that truly concerned her.

“You’re drenched in sweat—go shower before breakfast.” Qin Fangbai finally released her, but spoke in such a tone that Lin Junbei pouted in protest.

Thus, it was fated—Ning Qilan would always love Su Yingmei as before, but Su Yingmei would never fall for Ning Qilan.

In the end, Sun Jie did not make things difficult for Xiang Fei, who felt too awkward to remain at the party and left in embarrassment. After such an incident, the guests were uneasy. Manager Fu had no choice but to announce the party’s end, apologize to everyone, and promise a thorough investigation and an explanation for all.

Li Danruo laughed at something Jiang Yanming said. Jiang Yanming joined in, “This time Uncle has struck it rich—a deputy minister for state secrets, and your brother, who passed the civil service exams. Many are envious and jealous, and it fits exactly with your uncle’s wishes.” Li Danruo could only shake his head and smile wryly.

He muttered to himself, a faint smile playing at his lips, oblivious to the door gently opening behind him.

Ling Yang’s heart ached at these words. Considering their complicated loyalties, he felt powerless for the first time, though he had once wanted to make a promise to Chu Wanyi at all costs. Yet those simple words weighed heavier than mountains, stuck in his throat until, in the end, he could only support Chu Wanyi’s head, letting her rest more comfortably.

Man and sword as one—the power of the sword technique was greatly enhanced. I could only imagine how formidable it would be, once one reached the Nascent Soul stage and commanded the sword with even greater mastery.

“Darling…” Chen Tianyu, brimming with joy, glanced at the Mu family’s gate, quickly pulled her into a dark corner, embraced her, and said, “I’ve missed you so much!” Her heart skipped, and she pushed him away. “Why are you here?” she asked, frowning, utterly confused by the situation.

“It sounds like eating without working—isn’t that too good to be true?” Xu Zhong chuckled.

Shen Qingzhi and Jian Zhu watched, both feeling indignant. Yue Shi’s eyes reddened, but only Young Du watched the world as a play, indifferent to it all.

Hou Fangyu closed his eyes, quietly basking in the beauty of nature. In the pavilion, except for Feiyan’s expressionless face, everyone else was clearly moved—truly worthy of a master.