Chapter 32

The forest on the hillside was dappled with light, where the warm sun filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting shifting patterns upon the ground.

However, this was simply because Yang Rui had nothing better to do. He figured that even if he failed, it wouldn't matter—he could always just kill them off later... though that wouldn't be quite as satisfying.

For them, the Blood Guild had just established its stronghold and desperately needed mines to transport ore for building the city walls. In three days, the monster siege would begin, and without those walls, the Blood Guild would be at its most vulnerable—the perfect moment to seize their flag.

Jiang Yuanjin pulled out the silver needle, drawing a trail of pitch-black blood along with it. From the puncture wound, the black fluid continued to ooze, emitting a foul, putrid stench.

Moreover, they were each wielding two weapons, and three fireballs surged forward. The True Fire of Six Flavors and the Sweeping Thousand Armies strike hit the Red Demon Maniac simultaneously from different directions.

Professor Lin’s tone when addressing Liu Yuexi seemed tinged with affection, yet there was a hint of dissatisfaction when he spoke of her.

"Heh heh... Chu Feng, Mr. Chu, the Demon King Chu... currently the most legendary prodigy in all of China. You destroyed the Gu God Cult and slew the Matriarch Zhao. Seeing you today, you truly live up to your reputation!" A hoarse, icy voice echoed from the distance.

Li Ziyue had already dealt with one chuunibyou; she was even less impressed by someone like Nie Minghua.

"Master, something seems wrong." Lin Yayuan had already noticed that the surrounding passengers had left early. The entire cabin was now empty save for her and Chu Feng, and the atmosphere felt incredibly ominous.

When Gu Huai eventually laid eyes on the Tiger Seal of the Yin, it would be a delightful surprise for him.

"If you can drink, have a little; if not, just have a soft drink. No pressure." Director Xu possessed a unique aura, vastly different from the smiling, egg-like appearance he presented to the outside world.

"Fine... Mom, why are you asking this all of a sudden? Your son has been cheated on, damn it!" Park Chan-sik was somewhat bewildered.

Shen Yongpi asked in confusion, feeling that his master’s questions were not without purpose.

***

The original owner was a thick-skinned child. Sleeping beside Feng Bi'an, she had no ulterior motives, sleeping soundly just as she was—she even started snoring.

Yan Yu clutched his forehead, struggling to think. Whether it was to uncover the truth behind his mother’s death or to avenge Zhao Qingqing, he was determined to get to the bottom of things.

Lan Xin was still dazed; Yin Ling’s rapid-fire words had left her dizzy, nearly causing her to faint.

At that moment, Zhao Qingqing, who had been keeping her head bowed, suddenly looked up, her gaze meeting Yan Yu’s.

"Forget it, at worst I'll just explain it to her. We’re colleagues, it shouldn't be a big deal." A moment later, Tang Feng consoled himself.

"I don't care, from now on Shaozong only likes Master..." Seeing Tang Feng speechless, Cheng Shaozong cheered loudly, as if she had won a victory.

Beneath her was the giant dragon she had just formed a contract with. As it soared through the sky, there was not the slightest tremor; the flight was incredibly steady, and naturally, its speed was more measured.

That morning, when he followed his young master into the imperial palace and caught sight of Master Mingxin—with his flowing black hair and golden-purple dragon robes—his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

After crossing the river, a vast plain stretched out before them. Unfortunately, the land seemed barren, lacking nutrients; nothing grew across the immense expanse, leaving it a desolate wasteland.

Chi Qing’s remark was intended as a simple sigh, nothing more, but to Shao Hua’s ears, it took on a completely different meaning.

This thought scurried away like a frightened mouse retreating into its hole. She stood there, dazed.

He rarely attended such commercial events, avoiding them whenever possible, only showing up when he couldn't find an excuse to decline.

Shen Mubai didn't know how to answer. She was no saint, and naturally, she couldn't summon any sympathy for those people from the past. But at the thought of that bloody massacre, she felt a complex heaviness in her heart.

***

The one you need to deal with is the Ji family. I don't want anyone interrupting during our grand wedding. As for those brothers and sisters of yours, I have no desire to play host to any of them.

Furthermore, although one could not see the true face beneath his mask, those deep, icy ink-black eyes and that domineering aura made it hard not to imagine how breathtakingly handsome he must look beneath that dark, mysterious mask.

Especially those officials who had relatives in the imperial harem; they had long been dissatisfied with Liu Guiqing’s monopoly on the Emperor's favor.

What infuriated the Second Prince most was not knowing when Shao Jun had defected to Prince An’s estate! Had he been planning his revenge from the very beginning, or was he bought off by Prince An’s estate only after the incident?

The white-robed assassin seemed to have a good sense of proportion. His fingers moved like swords, flicking out to throw the crowd aside and inflict pain, yet he avoided striking their vital organs, ensuring they would recover after a period of rest.

His words were incoherent, yet the Eldest Princess understood them instantly. Her face turned deathly pale, and the color drained from her lips.

The two children, despite their faces not bearing much resemblance, wore the same star-struck expressions, making Wei shake her head and chuckle.

Besides, Feng Linglong had already taken in Dugu Mengyu—a target of the Immortal Music Terrace—as her maid; had she not already set herself against the Immortal Music Terrace?

Seeing so much spiritual liquid, Luo Si’s eyes turned green, as if he were dying to fly over and snatch an entire jar away.

"Huh?" Conan was stunned, instinctively turning to look at Wei. Had something happened at this Chuidu Villa before?

Jiang Qi spent the entire afternoon waiting at the hotel. At three o'clock, Chen Xi arrived at Jiang Qi’s room with her belongings.