Chapter 49

"Consort An, what is your intention? Do you truly believe that by holding me here, you can escape the Prince Yan's Manor unscathed?" Lady Li was already trembling with fear, yet she still forced herself to put on a brave front.

In the past, she had often wondered if she was truly growing old. Though she still possessed a youthful physique, her mindset could no longer return to the days of innocence and carefree joy.

Bilu dared not delay. Upon returning, she discussed the situation with Xiyue, wondering whether they should inform the General's wife about what had happened.

"Damn it, didn't Zhao Li and the others go to visit the Fang family to offer their congratulations? How did things turn into this mess?" Zhao Yuan suddenly recalled this matter.

Silently, she retrieved her slippers from the shoe cabinet. Seeing the matching pair in a different size neatly placed right beside them sent a sharp, piercing pain through her heart.

At this moment, Xiyue was deeply worried about her mistress, wondering what on earth had been discussed with the nun at the temple to leave her in such a state of profound anxiety.

"Be a good girl and don't make a sound, and I'll give you some meat!" Ning Jiuxiao hoisted the corpse of the police officer in his hand and hurled it toward the blood wolf, while executing two agile backflips to leap onto a pine tree in the courtyard of the ancient castle.

Wu Ziyu had originally planned to visit a few old friends like Zhao Benchu in the capital before heading home, but upon hearing that his mother was gravely ill, he could no longer suppress his yearning for his parents and immediately booked the earliest flight home.

Yet now, it seemed the intentions of the Prince of Yan were truly inscrutable. Mother Mo could not help but wonder: if the Prince of Yan were to investigate her past involvement in sending Yining to a brothel, wouldn't she be in for a world of trouble?

In a sense, Shiyuan and Fox Five shared such strikingly similar plights that on the very same day, they brought comparable appeals to the exact same wizard.

Having finished speaking, Ashur coughed twice. Except for Hephaestus, everyone else assumed the baron was simply clearing his throat to prepare for a detailed tactical deployment, including marching routes, logistical supplies, and troop management. Instead, the cough was followed by an awkward silence.

Yang Huairen could not help but marvel that compared to these seasoned merchants, his own worldly skills were truly inadequate.

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Judging by how eagerly Qin Junshang was rushing people out, this person must have known something that Qin Junshang wished to keep hidden.

"What are you doing here? Haven't you caused enough heartbreak for Sister Yelian?" The moment Ye Qingyu laid eyes on Xuan Ming, she glared at him with unconcealed hostility and anger.

"Scumbag, Doctor, come take a look at this wreckage." Dylan's voice suddenly came through the mask, tinged with a mix of excitement and confusion.

Following Li Jingxun's cry, the Ancestor of Demons took action, capturing all three of them into the Chaos-Disrupting Painting. When all was said and done, Ji Feichen was a revered Dao Lord; had the Ancestor of Demons truly sensed his presence, would he have spoken in such a manner just moments before?

Upon hearing Luo Yuxi's words, the newcomer's eyes flashed with annoyance at having his good deed interrupted, yet he knew some matters could not be rushed.

Theresa did not refuse, allowing Ashur to support her. "Thank you," she whispered, her arms slowly wrapping around Ashur's neck.

Had it been himself, wishing to explore a higher realm of cultivation, he certainly would have prepared multiple test subjects for comparative study.

It was as if this power had never truly belonged to him in the first place, and was now erupting in an unbridled, uncontrollable frenzy.

Stepping out of the villa, he happened to run into his homeroom teacher, Su Qin, prompting Ling Xiao to exclaim repeatedly about the wonders of fate. Regrettably, the coal tycoon was nowhere to be seen, though Yang Si was also inside. In the car, Yang Si kept chattering, asking why Ling Xiao hadn't answered her previous question. Ling Xiao remained silent, the corners of his mouth twitching as he mentally cursed Director Bai with impotence.

Several high-level martial artists of unknown origins stood together, among them Meng Yan, while the experts from the Divine Realm Continent gathered in a separate group, standing in distant confrontation with them. Their fighting spirit had become unstoppable, clashing visibly in mid-air.

However, those in the lower realms were merely avatars of the Ancestor Gods; suffering severe damage to their avatars had a relatively minor impact on their true physical bodies.

The gathered crowd listened intently as the chiming sound grew increasingly resonant, resembling crystal ice and flowing dew rolling in endless echoes through a secluded, winding canyon.

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When the black-robed steward attempted to make a move, Yifeng simultaneously cast the Time Stoppage and Space Freeze spells, pinning the weakened steward firmly in place, utterly unable to twitch even a fraction of an inch.

"Monk Buhuan! Where are the treasures of Xuanyuan?" The middle-aged man demanded the moment he touched the ground, unable to suppress his impatience toward the stout monk.

"Nearly a thousand elite cultivators, a hundred Golden Core masters—in the blink of an eye, more than half are lost. Even with hands stained by the blood of our own kin, are you still willing to follow me?" Zhang Jingyan asked coldly.

Talent Yao was with child and naturally could not bear the sight of blood-related matters, let alone when it concerned herself. With the Emperor currently in high spirits, where would he find the leisure to ponder punishments?

She did not particularly hate Yao Chuxi; rather, she resented that despite feeling herself inferior in no obvious way, she still lagged behind her, and despite occupying the fresh, youthful position of a newcomer, she remained less favored than an established veteran.

Of course, Tang Shi had no intention of dismantling all of them; he only needed to decompose one type of dark energy. According to his plan, he intended to break down the dark energy of the Dark Giant Cameal, while his tentative transformation target was Mazhi.

Qin Shi had not yet reacted to her previous words before being struck by the ones that followed. For a long while, she simply shook her head, subconsciously resisting the notion.

Yui Yuigahama was a gentle soul, but she could never quite learn to be gentle with herself—her presence in the Service Club today was the best proof of that.

Ever since his injuries had improved somewhat, the nights were naturally bitter and short. Walking out of Su Lingxiao's room in the morning, Yang Xu massaged his aching, sore lower back. Su Lingxiao was a woman who knew her place well; ever since entering the household, she had moved from the main quarters to the rear courtyard. After all, not being the legal wife, continuing to reside in the main quarters would have breached propriety.

Zhang Bofang had originally insisted on purchasing a nearby residence, adhering to the ancient propriety dictating that fathers-in-law and sons-in-law should not live under the same roof. However, he could not withstand Zhang Yuewan's persistent entreaties and temporarily stayed in the east wing. Yet, well past the age of seventy and plagued by illness, he truly could not set his mind at ease.