Chapter 37: All Is Lost
"Is that all?" Bai Qingya bit her lip and asked again. Damn it! She had been played by Lu Fei, that twisted pervert, once more. He must have done it on purpose, refusing to use the same treatment method as last time.
"It’s done," Lu Fei replied, equally bewildered.
Bai Qingya was fuming...
The Upper Council was truly magnificent; the sprawling courtyard stood on prime land in the bustling city of Ancestral Dragon. Guards patrolled back and forth. With his immortal robe for protection, he was naturally unharmed. As a warrior of the Xuanmu True Qi, he was extraordinary, his physique astonishing, so he was unscathed as well.
"Young Sima hasn’t visited for a long time, so you see everyone as him," Dongfang Su said, dispelling Zhu Susu’s doubts with a single sentence. Of course, he dared not struggle now, for the crisis engraved in his bones warned him of the consequences.
"Very well," Jingyu agreed to Jingmo’s suggestion without hesitation. Jingmo had abandoned the banquet prepared by Consort Xue to come here today, and after his words at the Mid-Autumn feast, Jingyu realized that understanding both oneself and the enemy was the key to winning every battle.
Alas, though Hashirama’s intentions were good, in practice, it only made ninjas more susceptible to manipulation by the daimyo.
This time, Sima Lian was determined to defy her father to the very end. Even if he beat her to death or locked her away for life, she would not admit defeat.
If other clan members endured such scorn, unknown to ordinary onlookers, perhaps people would pity them—so young, and already blind.
In the living room, Franky, wearing shorts, sat beside Iceberg, whose black headscarf covered his hair. They watched the guests with some restraint.
Earlier, Shang Liyuan had yearned for this opportunity, but it had always eluded her. Now that it had finally arrived, she was determined to cherish it.
She was more confident than ever; since the dress was crafted by his own hands, no one could know its authenticity better than him.
"Chu Yun knows, Chu Yun knows. This time, Chu Yun deserves punishment. Father Xiang didn’t strike hard enough—Chu Yun admits his fault!" Chu Yun knelt on the ground, utterly remorseful.
"Just one intervention—help them solve their trouble, then quickly traverse to the next world, and weather the Three Calamities of the Spirit in the next world!" Yang Yun mused silently.
"Will you trade, or come with me yourself?" Chen Lei asked directly, wasting no more time on pleasantries.
Pity my four Sea Eel ships, four Flying Tiger warships, eight Shadowless boats, nearly two thousand brave men, one Commandant, four Thousand-Commanders—half lost to the enemy. How innocent they were, how hopeless! Never a moment’s hesitation, never a single disobedience.
"Hah, wait till you reach the Great Perfection of Immortal Lord before you talk to me about such things!" Chen Lei retorted without a hint of courtesy.
Seeing a bead of cold sweat trickle down Brother Yun’s brow, Dongfang Wan realized her beloved was not so unshakable after all and hurried to apologize softly.
"What are you afraid of? You, who even monarchs address as uncle—what is there to fear?" He secretly encouraged himself.
When she saw the caller ID, it was him. Instantly, her breath caught and her heartbeat quickened.
Yin Taishan was still savoring his tea. When the servant came to add hot water, he opened the lid of the teapot, letting a curl of white steam escape.
They had intended to promote them vigorously—the competition was a perfect opportunity, for such events were rare throughout the year.
Level-two abilities allowed the user to attack enemies directly, gathering their own energy and releasing it, but only through physical contact.
"Lanlan, have you ever… well… spent the night in the bridal chamber with a man?" Wang Kai shrugged and asked nonchalantly.
"If you knew, why did you hand it over to Mingyue Restaurant in the first place?" Yang Yue asked, puzzled.