Chapter 71: Sowing Discord
The purpose? Simply to leave evidence—so those leeches couldn’t go around spreading rumors that she was greedy and shallow, tarnishing her reputation. She didn’t truly care, yet it always left a lingering discomfort in her heart.
“Fellow cultivators, please observe,” she said, pointing to the scene within the image stone where Lin Songyun struck her down from midair. “Is this what you call kindness?”
The image shifted, showing Chen Xiuhe pulling her hair and slapping her.
“Songyun, take everything from her—”
True Lord Zhaoyao looked sincerely at Ji Cangmang, as if ready to pledge his loyalty. At that moment, Ji Cangmang wished Ye Bai were by his side, so he could once again play the villain.
Mo Wanying sat at the leisure table, glanced at her phone screen, and instantly knew it was Chen Sijie calling. Her phone rarely rang except for clients or superiors assigning tasks; she barely had any acquaintances who would call her. Just now, she had anticipated it would be Chen Sijie.
Lu Qijun, convinced that Second Aunt had escaped, ordered the two charred bodies burned to ashes and scattered, unwilling to see them again.
Many people were indignant upon hearing this; the general manager was about to argue. But Li Xiaotian gestured for silence, signaling them to listen as Zheng Feilong continued.
He thought of something sorrowful, and Ye Kexin seemed equally troubled. In that moment, Zheng Feilong no longer wanted to wear his mask of pretense and briefly opened his heart.
Mo Ziyan walked up to him, lifted her tearful eyes to gaze at him, but his head was held high, his eyes fixed ahead, not once glancing at her.
Yongrong held a revolver-like pistol, capable of firing six bullets per chamber. Looking at the box of bullets brought by the eunuch Peng, his expression became even more bitter.
Zhang Jue felt uneasy. To be honest, he always believed that people’s hearts were separated by a wall. He couldn’t tell if Zhang Kaifu’s concern was that of an elder or simply “friendly” between colleagues.
Next, Ji Cangmang took the stage. Facing the restriction set by the Pure Yang Swordmaster, Ji Cangmang used the techniques he’d learned in the prison of the Jupiter Domain, removing the bindings and, with both kindness and authority, finally began to win the hearts of the people.
To further confirm that Uncle Li and I were in league, and that the Clamwood Token was indeed in my possession, Zhai Tao devised this plot, employing the subtle yet delayed harm of the Hanging Locust Gall.
The Prince of Teng Snake, his killing intent boiling, abruptly formed a hand seal with a fierce shout. Instantly, the terrifying giant shears in the void erupted with a wave of horror, black light surging and tearing through space like a lightning bolt, swiftly slashing towards Ye Hao.
The outcome was that Hao Jian led the core disciples of the Supreme Clarity Divine Sect to converge here, while pursuers from three other directions followed behind. It was shameless, to say the least.
Considering this, he hadn’t woken Xia Wei, nor helped her expel the hallucinogenic powder in her body. The powder only induced sleep and caused no harm.
The irony was, upon hearing I was leaving, the clansmen who had always disliked me began urging me to stay, even insisting I take on the clan leader’s role.
“Tong’er, has anything changed outside?” Ah Xuan managed to utter these words with difficulty.
The North Sea Immortal Sect was the foremost sect in North Sea Continent, its power considerable, yet it boasted only a dozen Golden Immortals. Faced with a thousand Golden Immortals pressing at their borders, they dared not utter a word of protest. All Changsheng had to do was form a life contract with those dozen or so Golden Immortals.
“Judging by the situation, they’re still resisting the ice corpses. If we go down now, it may cause unnecessary trouble. Since we’ve returned, it’s better to wait a few more days,” Changsheng murmured, then told White Owl to circle at this altitude for a few days.
At this moment, King Muqing glanced twice at the corpse, but didn’t pick it up. Following the direction of its finger, he saw a spot in front of the carpet.