Chapter 83: Exposure

Just after leaving the Realm of Spirit Abyss, Chu Yuyao suddenly heard the system’s voice echo in her mind.

“Ding! Shangguan Yuheng’s affection +10. Current affection: -10. Host, he has seen through your secret and is growing ever more intrigued by you.”

Chu Yuyao: “……”

She stumbled, nearly tumbling off her flying sword.

That black-hearted lotus really did see through her.

She cursed inwardly, urging her spiritual power beneath her feet and speeding up the flying sword once again.

Too many mistakes had been made, so much so that Jin Taiyan, clad in hotpants in the middle of winter and not even finished singing her song, left the stage with tears in her eyes.

Married to a carpenter—this was the common jest among cultivators about those who dedicated themselves to the path of puppetry.

With the clarity of his Bodhi eyes, Jiang Chang’an finally caught sight of the object within the golden light: a square golden seal, upright and sturdy, upon which sat a sculpted golden dragon. Its majesty was unfathomable, encompassing the power of heaven and earth, the force of the five elements, ever ready to transform its vast might into killing intent.

But Gu Mengxin understood differently. He believed that what Feng Ting meant was that leaving the Heavenly Palace was tantamount to surrendering it to others.

Although he was confined to his home by his father, his father was rarely there.

“How could that be? Am I that kind of person? I don’t think I lied to you.” Ji Meina said earnestly.

Shang Dashan shook his head. Not only Jiang Chang’an, even he and One-Armed Jia couldn’t figure it out no matter how they tried.

He looked somewhat puzzled. When he had seen Tea Lady before, he could tell her chest was much fuller than back at the teahouse, and he thought that was her true form.

When Mountain Moon Water Mirror lowered her hand from Yuan Zhai Pingchuan’s head, all eyes turned to her. If their guess was right, Mountain Moon Water Mirror must have an answer.

The system proceeded to give Dongfang Yunyang a detailed introduction to the Six Dao Ninja Tools. There were ten in total, each with powerful abilities. If he completed the latest system task, he could randomly obtain one.

Chen Chumo was genuinely surprised. When he plotted his revenge against Fuli, he only expected Fuli’s stock to plummet. He never imagined that its archrival, Hengda Real Estate, would surge so unexpectedly.

“A big tree attracts the wind—you’ve heard that, right?” For some reason, Luo Qingsnow began to worry for Ye Zifeng. She knew his trading methods would be illegal in America. Though the securities market wasn’t so regulated yet, if he attracted the attention of the authorities, it would be a different matter.

“Oh my, Your Majesty’s chest is so firm, it made my nose ache!” Yingchun feigned ignorance as she complained.

Actually, Xu Yang had considered searching Zhuang Cheng’s residence. Given Zhuang Cheng’s shrewdness and caution, he would never let the treasured blade stray far from his home.

He had to make himself one of them, so Sister Moon would always remember him.

This senior brother recounted every detail of the clothing and talismans, then produced a flying sword. As he infused it with spiritual energy, it gleamed brilliantly; the blade sparkled with a radiant glow.

“Mom, you’re only here for a couple days, so just enjoy yourself—why worry about so much?” Situ Xing’er said, frustrated.

The princess, seeing the county magistrate and two guards willing to die for her, felt a tremor in her heart, recalling the days spent with the Crown Prince of Golden Phoenix Kingdom.

Of the six crystals, two pinned the skeletal hands, two pinned the legs, one was embedded in the chest, and one in the dantian.

Locking eyes, Yingchun saw steadiness and a faint doubt in Lady Xian’s gaze, as if she were asking, “Who attacked the Empress?”

Those memories she never wished to recall, the angry events of her past, now had to be spoken aloud. Even after all these years, Qiulan’s tone was still unsettled.

What should he show him? How could he prove he remembered, without possessing some extraordinary ability—eyes like cameras or recorders? And even if he did, how clear was the distinction between photographic memory and actual recollection?