Volume 1, Chapter 105: Identifying the Culprit!

The accumulation of feelings is ambiguous and prolonged, yet severing them requires only a single word from an onlooker. I am that pitiful and laughable spectator, helplessly giving, burdened with anxious footsteps, only to ultimately enter a state of futile illusion.

Upon seeing this, Yang Di was stunned. It was Lo Huangu’s life token that had shattered. Yang Di’s figure wavered, nearly losing consciousness.

For her now, feelings and love no longer mattered. Revenge—that was all she wanted. Revenge on the Ning family for ruining her and her aunt’s hopes. Revenge on Ling Yuyan for over a decade of contempt toward her.

The moment Mu Wanfeng sat down, two jailers immediately seized her left and right hands, placing them on the iron armrests of the chair.

When cultivation reaches a certain level, it becomes like a sponge saturated with water, on the verge of bursting. It no longer gushes forth spiritual energy under pressure, unlike Bai Li Tianchang, Nalan Mingyue, or Nalan Mingshan, who could release copious qi when burdened.

Zhao Yutang pursed his lips, conceding that the emperor’s words truly captured Pei Xiner’s nature. Though displeased, if Pei Xiner’s emotions were paramount, he should not have stopped her from witnessing the Empress Dowager’s final fate.

When Emperor Kangcheng dismounted from the dragon carriage, Mu Wanfeng waved her handkerchief and dashed forward like a gust of wind.

The warriors once hidden beneath the clouds gradually revealed their forms—a giant towering hundreds of feet, stretching from earth to sky.

The strategist’s strike was elusive and mysterious, causing Yin Yu’s movements to suddenly falter, as if bound by an unseen force. A sword technique delivered by the falling sword nearly struck him.

“Clack clack!” Almost as soon as he entered the manor, the gates closed automatically. Simultaneously, three burly men sprang from the surroundings, encircling Zhuo Yun completely.

Seeing those wary gazes, Qiu Xuan smiled bitterly inwardly, realizing he was seen as the villain. If it came to force, not even a hundred Anjelinas could match Qiu Xuan. Yet he refused such methods; even if he subdued her, her heart would remain resentful.

Looking at Bai’s expression, I sensed something was off and immediately asked, “What happened a few days ago?” My voice grew colder, my eyes flashing a hint of crimson.

However, Qiu Xuan did not intend to confront those brutal stone men head-on. In the next instant, his body moved swiftly, leaving behind multiple afterimages, as if countless copies of him performed incomprehensible actions. As he left that foothold, all the stone men stirred to life.

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“No way!” Upon seeing the contents inside, both Biaozi and Dulang couldn’t help but exclaim, especially Dulang, who was dumbfounded.

“As you wish!” Archbishop Wilson nodded thoughtfully. The current situation left no room for choice, especially with Chu Meier still in the secret chamber. If the church were truly ruined, it would surely invite gossip.

At first, Cao Zinuo was indifferent to the rumor, but when the full story reached him, even the guide reacted.

Before he finished speaking, a “bang” sounded as a dark figure suddenly flashed in.

“Wrong! It’s a foul smell!” Long Linfei sipped tea lightly, glancing at Yang Yun with disdain flickering across his handsome face.

He quickly stepped back several paces, gritting his teeth despite the sharp pain in his fist. One hand steadied his stance while the other swung again.

The journey back to Qingyang City took nearly three hours. When they arrived late at night, only Leng Bingshuang, Bai Hua, and a few others waited at the Liu residence.

At this moment, Jiang Fan sat quietly, his slender frame exuding an invisible aura of authority that swiftly enveloped the entire chairman’s office.

“Mr. Ye, you’re incredible. One glass of wine and you know so much,” Li Na admired Ye Wudao.

If his plan succeeded, Zhang Laicai’s third mountain peak was key. It was the closest to the Lingshui River and crucial to its successful transformation.

Today was unlucky. Tasks usually ran in silent mode, but today, by some mishap, it wasn’t muted. He had to admit some responsibility.

“Please, Holy Lord, save us!” Elders Yan Lei and Yun Wu immediately knelt on the ground.

From afar, Mount Shu floated in the sky, a massive mountain in the floating cloud realm. Most of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect’s buildings rested on the main peak’s Pure Yang Hall, suspended above the abyss.

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“Let’s do a blood test. If chocolate was accidentally ingested, caffeine levels in the blood would rise—results would be clear,” Lin Fei suggested.

With one seal, the Seventh Seal of the Imperial Seal’s Eight Trials appeared—the highest under the sacred rank. With Xiao Yan’s current strength, unleashing it at full power would command even nine-star Source Sect masters’ respect.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword had drifted to the edge of the shadowy azure lightning, its sword aura slowly intensifying.

“Auntie, let me help!” Xu Na took the rag from Aunt Zhang’s hands and earnestly began wiping the table.

Aunt Zhang brought breakfast: a glass of milk, a bowl of light lean meat porridge, and a steamed bun. She had a hearty appetite and finished quickly.

Today, Wu Momo wore a pink suit skirt. She had no glasses, revealing her large, sparkling eyes. Her hair was tied up, exuding a mature, intellectual beauty.

Upon entering the restaurant, it was clear the place was unique. Though small, it offered cuisine from many regions.

“I merely do my duty when entrusted,” Ren Mengya replied simply, intending to move on, but Gao Min suddenly blocked her path.

In the end, Shen Xing Wuji won—he not only achieved total victory but still had the strength to carry the stunned Chu Chen back.

Afterward, she spent a year proving herself: no visits, no initiating contact, studying diligently. The most frequent act was missing him. She wanted to show him her feelings were genuine, not mere words.