Chapter 82: The Curtain Falls on a Grand Performance

Night Cangming’s gaze turned cold, demonic energy surging around him, yet he suppressed his anger for the sake of his mother, who needed Shangguan Yuheng’s help to be saved. Forcing himself to calm down, he asked, “Brother Shangguan, what brilliant insight do you have?”

Shangguan Yuheng smiled gently, like a spring breeze caressing one’s face. “In my opinion, why not compromise?”

He lightly stroked the splendid feathers of the golden pheasant. “A single drop of its essence blood will do it no harm. Since you have something you desire, perhaps you could offer something in exchange. I have heard that the ‘Nine Nether Soul Crystal’ from the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons has miraculous effects for nourishing the soul, and just so…”

The two were sharing a moment of warmth and happiness; Jun Jiu watched, unable to keep the smile from curling at her lips, her eyes full of tenderness.

To Qin Muran, his methods of interrogation were hardly cruel—merely a taste of his own medicine.

Meanwhile, in the palace of Qingluan, the shadow spirits, deprived of the serpentine gu’s power, were like fish out of water, transforming into nothing but human skins.

“Are you crying? Come, let me see.” Lin Xiao leaned close to Ning Zhetian’s eye, grinning with even more pride.

Chu Ye added a few more drops of fresh blood; suddenly, the stone tower burst forth with a pitch-black light, starkly contrasting with the white expanse behind the statue.

After leaving the capital of Northern Qi, Lin Xiao found the carriage stuffy, and Ning Zhetian was equally reluctant to ride inside. Like everyone else, they abandoned the carriage for horseback.

The vehicle stopped at the gate of the Dou family. Bai Xiaoli had just stepped out when she saw Jin Chen emerging from another car.

High in the sky, a massive golden object—resembling the wheel wielded by a celestial king—circled, radiating brilliance as dazzling as the sun.

Yunjin Li’s voice was cool and clear as pearls and jade, echoing through the suspended hall, causing the other divine lords to bow their heads in shame.

At that moment, Park Budong was seized by a feeling: his son seemed likely to be used by Zhang Wei.

Ye Chu naturally knew she was no match for Yun Mo; he could crush her effortlessly, while for her, even touching a single strand of his hair was beyond reach.

Soon enough, the retreating underworld soldiers hurried to the command platform, awaiting the extraction of the gu.

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Rising to his feet, ready to set out, his demeanor caused Qi Xian’s eyes to fill with doubt.

It seemed this young man must be a figure of utmost significance; he’d just spoken such words to him without realizing.

It was now late at night; the streets were deserted, and the two appearing on the rooftop did not seem out of place.

Moreover, as he departed, he realized something: the gift he’d bought for his father-in-law seemed a bit insufficient.

Just then, outside the council hall, Ding Guofeng paced with his hands behind his back, his face showing obvious anxiety and hesitation.

Family Bucket, Family Bucket—shouldn’t it be enough for a whole family? Why do these three words feel like false advertising?

He thought this beast was useful to the Underworld Hall, but likely a threat to the world, so today it must be eliminated. He drew his pistol and aimed at the pool.

“Why leave?” Wang Fang was puzzled. She and the others had spent over a hundred spirit stones and two supreme-grade stones to enter, but now they were to leave. The value of spirit stones was beyond ordinary understanding.

“Wonderful! Wu Yuan was defeated by Mr. Chu!” Cheers erupted outside the secret chamber.

Lin Nan quickly agreed. After this time together, he finally understood: unless things were resolved, Tian Hao wouldn’t give in. Besides, other men were eyeing her; he dared not delay, lest he lose even the right to cry. Thinking this, Lin Nan buried his head and drained another cup of wine.

“It’s nothing; I’m just keeping my promise. Let’s leave it at that.” With that, Chu Haoran left the chairman’s office with Tian Yueting and Fang Ya.

“President Xue, we’ll pass by that cave first, then head to the great canyon. How does that sound?”

Zhuang Sisi was momentarily stunned. Chu Haoran spoke sense: in his presence, any scheme was but a mirage. If it truly succeeded, not only would the leader suspect, even the ordinary members would not believe it.

That night, the young master did not return. Huddled in the side hall, Yu Zi heard Princess Han’s booming voice, calling her name. Afraid of being scolded, she fled to the old wooden hut for several hours, only sneaking back to the side hall at midnight to sleep.

Furious, Lin Han stormed out, only to be dragged back by Xue Ling and Tian Qing. The Mo family was the largest clan in Mercenary City; though the Kuanglan Mercenary Group was renowned, it still was no match for the Mo family.

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She turned to look at him, her moist lips quivering, and suddenly burst into loud sobs.

That evening, Chu Li sent Ruoshui away early, waiting in the room; lately, this had become her routine—pretending to sleep early.

She thought he would say nothing more, but unexpectedly, he followed up with a surprise.

Xi Wei understood: Shaoyang’s return this time must be to visit his parents. So, he hoped they would not disturb him. After putting down the phone, Xi Wei felt a strange, inexplicable emotion stir within him.

On the giant ship, Bai Xiu with her captivating beauty, Da Qiu with seductive charm, the kingly Xinling Lord, and the confident, unrestrained Han Xiao—all examined Duan Ran.

Helpless, Bai Lian had been rebuffed, but if she didn’t go to the Immortal Realm, how could she find Zhang Wei? Was the matter settled, then?

“You, you, you—don’t come any closer! We’re not afraid of you.” In truth, Lie Demoness was the most frightened of all—she knew what it felt like to have a cockroach forced into her mouth. If it happened again, she’d rather die here.

“Everyone, don’t be curious and poke your heads out; if a four-legged carp jumps out and knocks you into the pond, it’s no joke,” Instructor Yunfeng warned.

“Sorry, I don’t understand.” Zhang Wei’s icy voice seemed to pierce the very boundaries of consciousness, chilling the soul.

She never once turned back to look at the youth in red who dazzled all under the slanting sunlight atop the mountain.

The ice sculpture melted visibly, releasing chaotic primal energy, which mixed with true essence, making Duan Ran’s cultivation purer than ever before.

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