Chapter 51: Founding Marshal

On the way here, they grabbed any pretty girls they saw, and any strong, sturdy men were taken to serve as muscle. After hearing all this, the girl in the purple dress was utterly despondent. Her name was Chen Lili. She had originally planned to head to a secure zone near her home—according to the official information, it was a converted underground air-raid shelter. The environment might be mediocre, but at least it was safe.

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“Sister-in-law, I think you might be too exhausted. Why don’t you go back and get some rest?” Hao Shuai suggested to Ding Can. He knew that with what happened to Huang Fei, the one under the greatest mental strain was surely Ding Can. Just from what he overheard Ding Can say to Huang Fei outside the hospital room, he could feel it.

“Poisoned, you say? Has the imperial physician examined the body?” Consort Wei would never have taken her own life; she must have been murdered.

Marisa Kirisame was much the same—she too kept two detectives who were always doing good deeds, and they were close friends.

Heh. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile again. This whole thing was just too absurd. At this moment, every meridian in Ulang’s body seemed to surge with vitality, as if injected with a shot of adrenaline. Not only that, but his eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his head, bloodshot and wild—he looked truly frightening.

To give the new generation a chance to temper themselves, it was decided to ask Kirisame No. 23 to ride this momentum and stir up further upheaval.

A hint of a smile appeared in Madame Wu’s eyes. She would never be so bold in front of the old matriarch, so she masked her lips with a handkerchief. Madame Wu’s features were unremarkable, but she had a gentle, refined beauty and a slender, graceful figure. Li Shuchi knew that she deliberately brought up this topic in front of everyone.

Although inexperienced, he understood full well what Su Jue and Zelan were talking about. He had come here with Zelan to discuss matters with Su Jue, but now he wasn’t sure whether he should stay or leave.

Qin Hongru’s calm narration made Qin Shuang’s face turn pale; she clenched her fists and fell silent.

After some thought, Su Jue took out the Golden Emperor’s bones he had acquired from the Fiery Golden Qilin war chariot and began to study them.

Xi’er, however, noticed nothing amiss. Her mind was filled with guilt and remorse—her master had been injured protecting her from a blade. Without hesitation, she held the bowl, spoon in hand, and earnestly fed her master porridge.

Faced with this domineering food snatcher, Chu Lian was helpless. After the two finished eating, Chu Lian looked at the second mountain pheasant set aside and sighed inwardly. He couldn’t really let food go to waste.

Her thoughts were in turmoil. Suddenly, she found herself missing Morning Star. What was he doing at this very moment? She had become a demon, while he was the child of a god. What lay ahead for them? When had her complicated heart grown so weary? What was the meaning of her life now? She sighed deeply, her heart weighed down with heaviness.

“Of course there are. But no matter how many deadly traps you set, in the face of overwhelming strength, they’re just decorations,” Qing Shan replied.

The Ghost-Eyed Lion Spider had gone completely berserk. Toyed with by two beings it regarded as mere ants, it was consumed by hatred. With a hiss, it spat out a dozen or so green silk balls. The plants nearby instantly withered to ash before their very eyes.

After the meal, Xi’er went for her afternoon nap, carried away by the servants. The Grand Elder spoke up, “Let’s watch a game of chess for now.” With that, he headed out to the pavilion, followed by the Second and Third Elders. Lü Ziqi and Spring Grass had no choice but to follow.

Shi Quan immediately understood this man’s objective. He didn’t know what technique was being used, but somehow the man had made his own flame mimic that of the great formation. The Fire Dragon Poison Array repelled foreign elements, but if something shared its origin, it might pass through with ease.

Princess Jian felt her heart settle and broke into a radiant smile, as pure as a newly blossomed flower. In that instant, it was as if dawn had broken.

Yun Haotian withdrew the vital energy from his palm, his eyes brimming with delight. Ordinarily, those at the eighth stage of Essence Condensation could muster just over two thousand pounds of force; even those with exceptional constitutions rarely surpassed two thousand five hundred.