Chapter 30

That Liu woman is hardly virtuous; why doesn’t she stop the master? After all, the child isn’t her own flesh and blood, so it’s different. If it were the Sixth Young Master, wouldn’t she be frantic? Yet, Mu Jinxi’s expression remained as calm as ever, as if nothing at all had happened the night before. She went about her duties at the breakfast table, only speaking little.

This time, Hua Qingyue could no longer suppress her voice; her red lips parted, and a soft, shameful moan escaped her, something she wished no one could hear. Zhong Long, upon setting out, opened his chatterbox, recounting the chaos yesterday at the edge of the Juma River, where the cult disciples fled in panic.

Li Huangjun glanced at his brother, only to find the same helplessness reflected. The two of them were anxious, pacing in circles.

Upon hearing these words, the Buddha was moved to tears. He had originally intended to persuade Guo Zheng, just as he had Jin Chan, to cite the discord between the Heavenly Court and Mount Spirit, to describe the dire situation at Mount Spirit, and declare that the Guo Zheng Buddhist Sect was in mortal peril and desperately needed his sacrifice. But now it seemed those arguments were unnecessary.

Su Yang stepped forward, catching the collapsing Guan Xuelan. He temporarily sealed her acupoints, causing her to lose the ability to move for a short while.

If one speaks of blows, perhaps this was the greatest of all—far stronger than any physical injury.

Qi Yang was in poor spirits, but he was indeed awake. His gaze was complex as he looked at Ling’er, making her feel uneasy deep inside.

These were two stances of trident technique, separated from Yanbei’s realm of Sand-Wave Divine Skill: the first, Stardust Sand; the second, Galactic Dance. When unleashed, they were swifter and more direct than before, each move several times more powerful.

The loud fellow was the very man who had collided with Feng Xiaoying at the hospital entrance and vanished in the blink of an eye. Guan Yi saw the man, his resentment still simmering, and naturally had no intention of explaining anything to him.

But Chen Mo’s gaze was sharp beyond measure; even separated by a thousand meters, he could peer through the cracks in the iron gate to see the courtyard beyond, where rows of green vines grew neatly along trellises, bearing clusters of green fruit.

This man was also a formidable diviner, yet his prophecy was not solely based on calculation. He had just received news from Boundless Heaven, intimately linked to Yanbei, detailing Yanbei’s renowned exploits, recorded in great detail.

She had searched every street and shopping district in Huashi City, yet could not find a trace of Gong Luojue.

“Not good! There’s a Void Killing Array here!” This sudden turn caught An Ruohai and the others off guard, and Xuan Yuan Haofeng became instantly grave.

Yanbei’s oath shook heaven and earth; everyone, including Hong Yao and Ti Hu, changed expression. Yanbei’s confidence was such that he dared wager his own Dao, proving his certainty in Ti Hu’s actions.

“Brother Yu Si, look, another ‘star’ fell—how beautiful~” Serfia gazed at the leaf that quietly floated past his cheek, mesmerized by its shimmering form. If the surrounding space were darker, it would be a star in the vast universe.

“Hey, Boss, today’s haul might be a big one,” said a bearded man wielding a large knife.

That piece of jade was later bought by the Thai royal family and made into a bracelet, still worn by the Crown Princess to this day.

As he spoke, Ye Fantian’s tongue could not help but lick his lips, his greedy gaze treating the mysterious apparition before him as a tonic.

Madam Hong screamed, kicking wildly—she did not want to die! Heaven knows who these two killers were! What did the warden’s ambush at the door have to do with her or Hong Qing?

Breakfast was still plain: coarse grain pancakes with thin porridge. Shen Wei made no complaint, eating two bowls of porridge and three pancakes with salted vegetables. Then, fully clothed, she collapsed onto the bed, and the moment her head touched the pillow, she slipped into sleep.

Not only that, he casually revealed his grand ambition before Lu Xueqi, Huang Feihu, and their subordinates, putting on a vivid display of “I serve the people; I want peace under heaven,” earning admiring glances all around.

Therefore, if our coalition were to retreat now, we would get a respite, but morale would falter, making the coming holy war all the more unfavorable for us.

Thinking over all of this, Qing Hong’s lips curled into a deeper sneer, his dark, fathomless eyes swirling with specks of frost.

Zhang Xiaofeng, irritated by Bitter’s constant whining, suddenly turned stern and angrily rebuked him.

This was the rule of the Assassin’s Tower: once a mission was accepted, it must be completed. If it failed, more would be sent, until the task was done.

“Hahaha, beast, I like this new name!” Qin Juanyang saw his father’s twisted, anguished face, as if the whole Cloud Nation was in his grasp, and laughed grandly, wildly.

His physical body was as strong as a divine beast; with a wave, he could shatter heaven and earth, his breath became thunder, and with a single inhale or exhale, he could engulf sun and moon.