Chapter 42

He was well aware that although Young Master Ye Yu had been conferred the title of Elder by his family due to breaking through to the Dissolution Stage, in reality, he had never once attended a single day of the elders’ council.

With a fierce whistle, his whip-like leg lashed out at Yan Bing. There was no trace of mercy or tenderness in his cold, black eyes. Yan Bing raised two fingers, forming a sword seal, and collided directly with Yang Hao’s leg, which was covered in black scales.

Song Shuhang dared to climb nearly ten meters up the steps, purely because he had promised to catch him, and so acted without fear.

Ye Chuqi and Ye Nineteen felt exhausted in their hearts. They had worried for so long about whether to reveal their encounter with the Misty Sect’s disciples, only to realize that the two main parties involved were completely unconcerned.

“You haven’t attended classes for a year. Can you keep up if you transfer in now?” Su Qingrou asked, her voice full of worry.

At this, Drunk Li Feng pressed his thin lips together and unconsciously tightened his hold around Shui Yinchán.

Ling Wuyan from the Imperial Capital’s Heaven’s Way Institute—bah! Senior Meng responded to his thoughts with action.

With a series of deafening crashes, stones on the hillside flew about wildly as if possessed. Rocks the size of washbasins smashed mercilessly onto the heads of the soldiers of Yaoguang.

“Master, thank you!” Mu Qiu transmitted back, then fell silent, continuing to observe the “ants.” All of a sudden, the previously scentless fruit on the nearby tree began to emit a sweet fragrance. Was it finally about to ripen?

Just yesterday, she had almost been deceived again. Now, faced with this unexpected ointment, how could she dare to trust so easily?

After this lesson, Xia Xueqing became more cautious. Only last night did she seize the chance to send the information to Ye Chengxuan—and immediately received his instructions.

Li Yan had just used ice magic to cool the roasted meat, shattering the noble image of magicians in Lin Na’s mind; hence, she teased him.

Li Yan hadn’t expected his injuries to be so severe. He couldn’t help but cry out, but quickly shut his mouth.

During Song Duanwu’s absence, the dog-headed strategist Lai Canghuang continued to shoulder all responsibilities alone. He was, after all, the only one Song Duanwu truly trusted. The chubby maid had wanted to follow as well, but Song Duanwu calmed the old woman with just a single sentence.

“What’s your motive for detaining us here? Are you fattening us up to slaughter like pigs?” Xie Junhe’s lifelong habit of lashing out when words failed him was incorrigible.

The news that the assassin Cold Night had died on the roof of the Mingdu Inn spread throughout the city by the next day. The circumstances of his death were the subject of much speculation.

The man she loved was the young man in white from Beauty Valley, the prince who would give up everything for her, the man who shielded her from blades without hesitation, who searched for her without rest, who stayed up all night to keep her company because she feared the dark, the one who once promised to protect her no matter what.

The Blood Emperor’s entire body was crimson, almost crystalline. His blood-red hair hung in strands, his features still faintly discernible. He stood over two and a half meters tall, his feet like blood-red roots digging deep into the earth.

Jin Luan hid on a hillock by the lake, trembling as she watched everything unfold. She was utterly shocked; she never imagined that this demon hunter could, single-handedly, defeat two hundred skilled fighters, cripple Xian Hai, and kill Wu Xiande. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He still looked the same as usual—spirited, handsome, without a trace of injury—save for a faint smear of ash on his hair.

After dealing with the matter, they used the phone’s location signal to track the target, cautiously parking the car a kilometer away.

In the old days, the Heavenly Court was under demon rule. Had it not been for the calamitous war with the Wu clan, which drained their strength, how could humans have seized power?

The shoes in the picture resembled glass slippers, and everyone immediately thought of the Cinderella story, of the glass shoe she left behind at the prince’s ball.

Cheng Shi didn’t stand on ceremony, gulping down two mouthfuls and smacking his lips in satisfaction, savoring the taste.

With a thud, Tang Ya felt herself land on something soft, her face covered in sand. Looking up, she realized she’d fallen onto a heap of construction sand. The soft sand had saved her life, though her arm was scraped.

Lin Anchen’s face darkened. “There are photos—just not in bed. We didn’t…” He trailed off.

Once she was out of the principal’s line of sight, Andora immediately dragged Qin Lang toward the parking lot. She glanced at Shen Cheng nearby and realized he did indeed bear a resemblance to the principal.

Inside the stone cave, the air was cool and fresh, completely different from outside, as if one had entered a paradise, leaving the body relaxed and refreshed.

Their family was merely working-class; they couldn’t even imagine what life was like for the truly wealthy and powerful.

Wu Yue had just set up the formation’s foundation when, without having installed the formation’s core, an overwhelming surge of energy erupted into the sky—so strong it seemed to defy the heavens.

Doctor Huo said, “If these words had come from the Duke himself, I would have left without hesitation. For from the very start, I knew the Duke harbored rebellious intentions—he would never let such an opportunity slip.”

There were six hundred and thirty-two people in the entire village, with two hundred and eighty cultivators. Yet, those who could divine, cast lots, or calculate fate were only about thirty—hard to believe this was the full strength of the Celestial Secrets Sect.

Seeing Xia Xin’s pained expression, Xia Wanwan finally snapped back to her senses. After a moment’s thought, she reached in with her thumb and forefinger, retrieved the pill Xia Chuyan had given her from her throat, and broke it in half between her white teeth.

The sounds she heard grew strange, like the slowed voice of an old tape, stretched a hundredfold.

We smoked a cigarette together in the hallway in silence. When it was done, Zeng Jun’s hand was still trembling.

“Do you really have a solution?” Mo Danqing’s weak voice came from behind Li Yi. She had just been helped up and was walking over, catching Chen Meng’s words by chance.