Volume One, Chapter 58: Ranran, Your Cousin Has Come to Take You Himself!

Lin Ranyan did not think of herself as particularly noble. She simply did not wish to die because of childbirth. Everything she did was for her own sake. Watching the leading experts in obstetrics now lose sleep and appetite as they studied her prescription, she felt her chances of a successful operation had already reached eighty percent.

Earlier, when she claimed it didn’t hurt, that was a lie. But now, Mirai Mitsuura truly felt no pain, only a gentle warmth.

Qin Yun kept her distance, healing from afar. She was clever enough to know she could not withstand a blow from an Earth Knight, so she stayed away, lest she draw unwanted attention.

Meng Dahai and Old Master Meng’s phones had not stopped ringing, with call after call reporting that their venues had been smashed, and their people beaten or even killed. Meng Dahai, enraged, smashed a plate, and Old Master Meng shook with fury.

Perhaps the only thing she ought to do, and the only thing she could do, was to find a way to resolve the grudge between the South Sea Poison Sect and Paradise of the Night.

At the front desk, the receptionist paused in surprise—a young man had just called the chairman by name so directly, which caught her off guard. But the receptionists here were all professionally trained; after a brief flicker of surprise, her expression returned to normal, maintaining that professional smile.

In that instant, Rod felt a powerful wave of resentment and unwillingness surge within him. Boundless hatred coursed through his veins; overwhelming rancor made him yearn for slaughter.

Ye Feng raised both hands, his voice low, “Not only the Ring of Evil, but the Ring of Justice is also in my possession. You—” Deliberately raising his right hand, Ye Feng revealed the ring to the King of Sins, catching his gaze at that very moment.

Though he had fought on, the wound was severe. Even though it was a penetrating injury, the damage was immense, and the blood loss significant. If not for prompt treatment, Sky would have been in grave danger.

The light flickered on as always. In the midst of their intimacy, Yue’e entered, carrying a tray of food. Wang Yan felt a bit awkward, but Yue’e acted as if nothing was amiss, not sparing a glance at the phoenix couch. She put down the food and left.

“I never thought even Your Majesty could wear such a troubled expression.” She paused and bowed, her gaze meeting his back without a hint of fear. It was their first meeting in the tent, and there was an unfamiliarity in the air.

That was how Zheng Kun joined us, and later became one of my most trusted and capable generals. Perhaps not as fierce as Brick, but courageous and resourceful in his own right.

The barrage struck the formation, sending ripples throughout. A gap opened in the sky above, but the formation itself did not shatter.

“With injuries this severe, if you hadn’t been brought to the hospital in time, you’d be dead for sure,” I said, looking at him.

The space had truly frozen; advancing was now impossible. Yet I had my own methods. In an instant, I transformed into a body of flame—golden Starfire as bones, black Tribulation Fire as flesh, and blue Nirvana Fire as blood, all coursing through me.

I summoned Aji, Er, and San’er, directing them to gather the others—Mengquan, Mole, Zhang San, Li Si—and bring them back. I had grand plans to discuss with them.

Yang Jin looked at him steadily. There was a light in his eyes, yet her heart slowly sank. She curved her lips, blinked, but her face remained calm and unruffled.

At that moment, a guard beside Luo Tai whispered in his ear. Luo Tai’s gaze abruptly shifted to the young man standing behind and to the right of Cang Peng. Up until now, all his attention had been on Cang Peng, but now, seeing He Lang turning to look at him, he was struck with astonishment.

After last night’s events, Ma Hou was completely unharmed, while Erpao and his gang had all been thrown into the police station.

This prison was intangible, invisible, and undetectable. There was no way to act against it, and with no sense of its nature, there could be no resistance, no breaking free, and no escape.

Driving peacefully for a while, I often encountered vehicles blocking the way, but fortunately, with a motorcycle, it was easy to weave around them. That was, in fact, why I had chosen to ride a motorcycle.

At that moment, Li Gui felt neither anger nor blame toward his cousin. If not for Li Yan and his family’s care, he would have starved to death more than a decade ago. Ever since, Li Gui had always felt indebted to Li Yan, and even now, in these circumstances, he had no desire to reproach or scold him.

A few days later, at noon, after several days of arduous travel, Shen Zhuixing and Linglong’er finally reached the capital once more. They first returned home to tidy up, and then made their way again to the Jiangdong Tavern.

“You—you’re not Linglong’er?” Shen Zhuixing found it impossible to believe that, at such a critical moment, Linglong’er would stab him in the back.

Mu Ziyi understood what Shen Zhiyan meant—her worry was that if the photo was enlarged, it would become too blurry to make out any faces. Then, the hard-won evidence would be lost.

As long as he destroyed this void, Lu Shengxiang would have no way to escape, and wouldn’t that create an opportunity for Lord Amory?

That divine light—he had only seen it before in the eyes of Ji Tan Zong Le and Xi Yingzhen. He thought this youth must have an extraordinary background; to earn such strong recommendation from Ji Tan Zong Le, he surely was no ordinary person. Yet this name was entirely unfamiliar to him.

Every day, watching the great black tiger snarling and the piglet playing so joyfully, Lu Xueqi was all the more reminded of her own starving father, and so she often wept in secret.

Zhang Han raised his wine cup to the three generals. “Come! A true man—let the past be buried with this wine. Don’t trouble one another any longer. Take this as a favor to your Marshal, will you?” There was a murderous air about Zhang Han that made the three generals feel an immense pressure.