Chapter Forty-Two: Conspiracy

At this moment, Third Brother found himself at a loss for words in the face of the Ye family's remarks. He turned to Zhao Yuan and said quietly, “Zhao Yun, are you going or not today? Our Master Qian is still waiting for your answer. What should we do? Please, just tell us—will you come or not?”

Hearing this, a member of the Ye family retorted, “You brat, haven’t we told you already? Just go back and tell your Master Qian: Zhao Yuan isn’t going today, we have other matters to attend to. Can’t you understand plain words? Must I give you a lesson before you can comprehend? Don’t make things difficult for me, all right?”

Hearing these words, Third Brother was rendered speechless. He dared not argue with the Ye family; how could a servant like him stand up to them?

Di Chongxiao, resigned to his fate, could only endure the beating in silence. He had intended to arrive early to resolve the warrior’s blood sacrifice, but an urgent matter at Long Huafang’s side abruptly demanded his attention. Forced to abandon his initial plan to save the Lord of the Underworld Mirror Sect, he realized the gravity of the situation only after a chaotic clash. Even after hurrying with all his might, he was still a step too late.

Hundred Flowers Hidden’s still hand suddenly twitched, her spirit instantly returning to her body. A crimson divine radiance, unnatural in this world, gathered around her as she let out a long howl toward the sky. Within that cry, the astonishing divine light withdrew into her body, enveloping the skeletal dragon.

What need is there for relationships? If anger arises, then so be it. When you see someone who deserves death, just kill them and ask Qing He and his wife about the circumstances afterward—or perhaps, ask them first?

Yuangu sneered coldly, “Since when have you remembered the bond of shared origin and birth? Let’s see how many more heads you can grow!” As his words fell, his Heaven-Cleaving Axe spun forth, and another of Mo E’s newly formed heads soared into the sky, seized by Yuangu’s hand.

Nangong Lingsu swept out with her foot, but struck only air. Shamed and furious, she instantly shifted through space and vanished from sight.

The representative of the Zu family, after hearing Kong Kongmie’s words, spoke with gravity, “Indeed, it has rooted itself deep within Feng Wuqing.”

The bead’s surface shimmered with a faint, five-colored glow, flowing slowly as if it were alive. Holding it, one felt a coolness, an extraordinary comfort.

Lin Qingxuan hugged Lan Caiyi tightly and immediately employed his earth-escape technique, tunneling more than ten miles away in an instant. Without delay, he mounted his sword and flew desperately toward the Forbidden Land of Thunder.

Perhaps it is not the dust and wind themselves, but rather, a part of their spirit—a fragment belonging to that drifting soul.

Zi Xiangtian glanced at Liang Xin and said, “No need. Since these things are already buried, let them remain underground.” Though he spoke with some reluctance, he nonetheless gathered the scattered fragments and covered them with earth.

Jin Shengcai said little more; after tidying up a bit, he led Wei Shan into the inner courtyard of the county office.

As for the dowry, Qin Hao could tell the difference—a choice between accompanying that dead bird through some inheritance or searching for a divine artifact. If he wished, the former would surely be easier.

Sometimes, if the house is particularly messy, I’m embarrassed and will clean up before the housekeeper arrives.

Since meeting the other, the two gods, sharing similar tempers, had barely quarreled in three years; the only exception was a dispute over the moon goddess Artemis.

The old gentleman lived in a villa halfway up the mountain—the most renowned wealthy district in the capital, where land was worth its weight in gold and even entry required a thorough inspection.

As for the Wizards, their offense flowed smoothly; they played as a team—setting screens, moving seamlessly. Although they lacked a true superstar to rival Jordan, they played their own brand of basketball.

To be chosen by the werewolf Luf as a “priest,” a devotee needed more than just luck and the power bestowed by Charlotte; they had to be suited to the work of spreading the faith.

They had only just begun to understand the demon clans, and now, for the first time, they were confronted by real demons. Without a word, the demons charged straight at the students, tearing into them with ruthless ferocity.

Nan Qibao couldn’t bear to wake her, so he laid her gently on the bed and went to the bathroom to wet a towel, intent on cleaning her up a bit before letting her rest.