Chapter Thirty-Five: The Illegitimate Child Scandal Has Finally Come to Light

Seeing the bewildered expressions on their faces, Su Zhihan sighed, pulled them aside, and recounted everything that had happened inside from start to finish in meticulous detail.

After hearing the story, everyone looked completely dazed.

Director Ji took a deep breath, silently offering a moment of sympathy for his nephew currently abroad.

Madam Ji remarked with admiration, "I never imagined the Second Uncle had such a vivid imagination. He must have watched quite a few dramas and read many novels, right?"

Clearly, this was not something an ordinary cultivator could afford. The minimum teleportation fee was one hundred spirit stones—several years' worth of savings for a typical Foundation Establishment practitioner. Moreover, since Gao and Yuan were traveling over an ultra-long distance, the cost for such a trip often reached thousands of spirit stones per person.

"Your master!" Shangguan Yuntian spat out the words with frustration. He had originally intended to teach the fellow a lesson, but upon discovering he was Ye Huang's master, he had no choice but to let it go.

Cang Hai shook his head slightly. There was no point in continuing the fight. After what had transpired—whether it was Xiao Ling killing Zong Tie or Jiang Xuantong slaughtering over a hundred thousand martial artists—the reputation of the Life and Death Arena was already in ruins. He stood to gain nothing by staying here any longer.

The third number appeared in a very strange place. Why, uh, hadn't this room been there before?

This place had ten floors in total, which was intimidating, though its footprint wasn't particularly large. The higher the floor, the steeper the service fees, but the discounts offered were correspondingly greater.

Victor? Is that his real name? And, no charge? How strange, Elia thought, feeling puzzled. Besides, if the host believed that "travelers" shouldn't exist, then what was the deal with the invitation voucher in her hand?

"Everyone, please, have a seat," Chu Mei said, forcing a smile as she gestured for them to sit. Regardless of the circumstances, these people were her guests today; she could not bring herself to turn against them openly.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!" This order was issued to the personal guards at his side. The meaning was crystal clear: every rioter who had witnessed these events was to be silenced permanently.

Elia thought this with a guilty conscience, and her voice could not help but betray her insecurity.

"What now? Simple. Go down there and fight a round. If you win, this matter ends here. If you lose, then you die!" the man said coldly.

"This place is somewhat far from the Southern Yue Kingdom. It would be better to order the southern armies to march to their relief," Tao Zijie suggested.

But the cat demon did not care in the slightest and swiped a claw at me. I instinctively leaned backward, dodging the strike. Because my feet were braced against it, its claws merely grazed the fabric of my down jacket.

It was obvious that internet trolls were stirring up trouble, but many people who were unaware of the truth were easily swayed, and some even went straight to Ning Meng's livestream to spew abuse.

Miao Qiu was burning with rage. He knew that Wang Dali was trying to get his hands on Pi San to expose his secrets. How could he just sit by and wait for his own downfall?

Furthermore, as Yao Yun's Chiyou Demonic God body improved, the demand for divine weapons grew with each passing day. The resulting "divine weapon famine" became increasingly severe, which in turn caused the progress of his cultivation to slow down somewhat.

Besides, building and tidying up a house wasn't something that could be finished in a few days. Kong Hongyue had no choice but to continue living there for the time being.

"I wouldn't be able to figure it out if I were him, either. No one goes to any of the other castles, yet they chose his. He's bound to have some kind of reaction," the thin man said.

After finishing these chores and dozing off for a while at home, the sun was already high in the sky. Spring was the season for plowing, and at this hour, most people were already making their way back from the fields.

Just as Xie Lang retreated, his stance shifted abruptly. His hands changed from palms to claws, and like an eagle spreading its wings to soar, he struck out with a posture that was both elegant and filled with dominance, his claws reaching for Xie Lang's shoulders.