Chapter 90: A Twist of Fate and a Wrongly Carried Burden

Madam Xiao had truly spoken recklessly.

Everyone present was left stunned.

“Madam Xiao, I...”

“Don’t say another word. I know it all. My son can compete fairly with Feng Su. So long as you are not married for a single day, my son still has a chance. Xiao Nanli, do your best.”

The one called out, Xiao Nanli, smiled faintly, the curve of his lips deepening as he looked at Li Jiuwei with an unreadable expression.

“I’ve been working hard all along.”

Li Jiuwei felt somewhat awkward. Old Madam Xiao smiled kindly.

“I have my own troubles too. I nearly left many sections unanswered on my paper. There was no time to check it before they collected it,” Yan Li said with a sigh.

The Blood Demon Clan’s sword, dark as the hand of a battlefield god, was a sacred relic lost by the demon race. Just the Dragon King Cauldron of Ye Xuan alone would be enough to give those demon warriors a severe headache.

Those people were undoubtedly finished after tonight’s frenzy. Leaving aside what the Nie family would do to them, the mere fact that they were carrying so many forbidden weapons meant the state would never let them off easily.

Those two jade pendants were placed in a specially made pocket inside his close-fitting clothing; if the very last line of defense had not been tugged open, they really would have been impossible to discover.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiake’s heart stirred. His thoughts wandered far and wide as he recalled many things. So much had happened in eastern Zhejiang of late, and the situation had changed drastically; everything had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and the Hongguang regime under Zhu Yihai was in utterly dire straits.

He thought to himself: Is my son merely shameless, thick-skinned beyond belief? Or is it something else? Has his scheming really gone this deep?

Sun Shufen came to our shop and looked through the styles one by one, even copying down the prices, before Yuan Qing and I drove her out.

As for Zhu Tianlin, he was probably still studying some pill formula or other. Yet with no earth-immortal furnace available, at most he could only take some materials of the human-immortal level and test his hand with them. As for higher-grade elixirs, he could only imagine them in his head.

Afterward, Ji Pingzi made a trip into the Lu palace and discussed matters with Duke Zhao of Lu. Thus the matter was settled. Confucius, on public funds, took Fang Zhong and Nangong Jingshu to the eastern Zhou capital of Luoyi to ask Laozi about rites. The great god Fang Jishi went as their escort.

As more class-C infected beasts burst in, even the Black Demon Wolf began to strain. It hurriedly raised a black shield before itself, and the situation improved greatly.

Most importantly, the shields on their bodies had already been worn down in advance. Without that protection, the wounds on their bodies kept widening.

“Why? Didn’t I already say I didn’t want her anymore? Why would you still do this?” He was truly heartbroken, having believed she was kind—so why had she done something so cruel?

Leaning back in his chair, he could not help but exhale long and slowly, gazing up at the ceiling and about to relax for a moment.

On the other side, Hong Yue did not know what Zhang Kuang and Zhang Xiao had said. She was still riding the mutated beast, doing her utmost to race onward.

“Lu Chengfeng, let me tell you this: impossible. In my eyes, you’re not even as good as a toad.”

At some thought, Chairman Jiang’s expression actually made a complete about-face; in that instant, there was even a strange smile on his face.

“But...”

Su Zilan still wanted to say something, but seeing Yan Shi was clearly rather unwilling, she decided to indulge her this once.

History—everything in it belongs to the past. What has been passed down is all something that has been edited and embellished, yet it still left Ronald with a thread to follow.

She had been born with this problem: so long as she became angry, her throat would grow hoarse and swollen until she could no longer speak. She would have to wait several days for the swelling to go down before her voice slowly returned. It seemed that the only thing she could do now was wait.

“Yang Shan, weren’t you supposed to graduate in July? Why are you still at school?” Lin Xin could not help asking.

Some things were bad for him; in that case, he would simply pass them on to someone else. Even if he sent Zhang Lu to Bo Diao, Bo Diao might not necessarily accept him gladly, but that was all right... he could just have Song Jian lead troops to escort Zhang Lu there.