Chapter 64

Terrified by last night's eerie spectacle and unable to sleep a wink, Gu Yu'er was dragged to this place by Feng Yumo before dawn had even broken.

Lang Teng took a solid hit, his body beginning to convulse violently as black smoke started to billow from him.

"Not going!" Su Chi replied with an arrogant expression, without a moment's hesitation, as if he had made up his mind about something.

The black-gold mask continued to ignore him, picking up another teacup instead and pouring a cup of tea.

It was the look of someone whose bones harbored an untamed wildness—someone who, having been betrayed by the world, would rather choose to destroy everything than grant even a fraction of forgiveness. It was also the chilling detachment and supreme arrogance of one who had weathered every storm and stood alone above all.

On the seventh day, Su Nuan and the three others attacked Fairy Furong, while Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity to take Rong Nishang and flee. Pursuit was fruitless, and the attempt failed.

"If you go and buy a male concubine and *that person* finds out, what will become of you?" Xia如倾 (Xia Ruqing) said with an incredulous look, pointing in the direction of the imperial palace. The person she referred to was naturally Qin Limu.

Proceeding step by step, if she were abruptly told his true intentions, he feared she would be unable to accept it and choose to run away instead.

Qin Cuo slightly curved the corners of his lips; even the dishes, which he usually found quite ordinary, suddenly tasted exceptionally delicious at this moment.

Jing Yue bit her lip, looking pitifully at Ran Bai. She wanted to reach out and grab Ran Bai, but was frightened back by a meaningful glance from the young man.

"I've been feeling a bit tired lately, so I took a week of annual leave," Zhao Na said, weariness apparent on her face.

Leng Xueli's solemnity caused Long Yanhua to furrow her brows. What kind of matter could possibly warrant such a high degree of attention from her?

As a side note, the room was no longer the massive, base-like training ground it used to be, but had been converted into something resembling a scientific laboratory.

The space at this moment could also be considered quite vast—so vast that the blood-red mist no longer receded.

Over the course of a forty-five-minute class, Lin Feng endured no fewer than twenty-five strange wind blades in the final dozen or so minutes. Starting from just one blade and increasing to five at the end, it caused him to curse inwardly in bitter anguish.

The remaining power of Frost-Swallowing Chill roared with fury, driven by the golden light, sounding like the desperate, irreconcilable death-struggle between a mountain and two tigers.

"Yanhua, long time no see." Taking off her helmet, Leng Xueli smiled slightly, speaking in the capacity of an old friend, instantly dissolving the hostile atmosphere that should have been there.

"I was merely passing by and happened to witness a scene of overflowing misplaced sympathy, and since there happens to be a place to stay, I intend to lodge here for the night," the man in the darkness said indifferently.

Mother Feng let out a cold snort and exited the room as well. Deep down, she knew there were guests in the estate and it wouldn't do to make a further scene, yet she was left harboring such stifled resentment today that she was determined to find a way to get back at them; otherwise, she simply couldn't swallow this grievance.

Shi Hanshui mused that he wouldn't dare pull any tricks here; after all, when it came to poisons, not a single soul here was her match. Even if this old Taoist priest were to hand her a bottle of lethal poison, it couldn't harm her. If it truly were an antidote, she would destroy it immediately. In short, this matter offered a hundred benefits with zero harm.

Realizing that her action was somewhat discourteous, Chiyan hurriedly released the sleeve she had been clutching.

As a dignified loan shark, if people were to see him in such a pathetic state, how could he possibly show his face and get by in the future?

She had no idea what had come over her just now, actually sitting down to chat with Zhangsun Wuyou. Perhaps it was because she had been too exhausted these past few days.

However, if they were to sell this house, wouldn't she and her younger brother be reduced to sleeping on the streets from then on?

Anqi walked down from the second floor in a daze, her foot slipping across three consecutive steps, nearly causing her to trip.

On the evening beach, a gentle breeze rustled. People were setting off fireworks along the shore; colorful pyrotechnics blossomed in the dark night, resplendent and varied. There were also the crackle and pop of firecrackers, echoing in bursts here and there, making for a most lively scene.

"Sister Lin, what are you talking about!" Su Zhirong was still unable to calmly discuss such topics with a seasoned veteran like her.

"Here is what happened." Huang Zhong briefly recounted the events that had just transpired. In truth, he was also somewhat puzzled. Seeing the state of Lu Shuang and the others, it looked as though a fierce battle had just taken place, so he asked Lu Shuang what had happened on her end.

Finally, with little surprise, the mission scroll: Lost Chapters was fished out from the corpse of the Necromancer leader.

"Enough! Yao Suoluan, the Emperor promised to grant you your freedom and bestow upon you the title of Noble Consort, but that does not mean you are qualified to interfere with the Emperor's decisions. Making Wan'er the Empress is something the Emperor is resolved to carry out! You may withdraw!" Ye Hongyi gazed coldly at Yao Suoluan.

"What the hell are you laughing at? You're still laughing?" Huizi roared, crouching down and delivering a punch straight to Yang Meng's head. Yang Meng let out a muffled groan, completely out of breath and lacking even an ounce of strength throughout his entire body.

However, Qin Fei somewhat missed those days; at least back when he was an outer disciple of the Mortal Feather Sect, he washed his own clothes.

In his panic, the gemstone he clutched tightly in his hand fell squarely into the socket of the formation below. A pitch-black pillar of light surged skyward, soaring straight into the clouds.

Liu Nan flicked his long staff, causing the scaling ladder—which had been pressed tightly against the wall—to tilt violently backward and crash heavily onto the ground, shattering inch by inch.

Who would have thought that Shaohua's expression would change instantly? Cheng Xi was also startled, his tears, which had finally subsided, welling up once more.

Seeing the Zombie King Skeleton General, along with the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, surround him fiercely from all directions in battle formation, Lingli Chufan let out a dismissive, cold snort, raised his claws, and prepared for battle.

Everyone had traveled thousands of miles to Cliff Mountain just to see what kind of specimens Wang Zhipeng's slave soldiers truly were. Never had they expected that upon seeing them, they would suffer a severe blow: the Empire's well-trained army was actually no match for the slave soldiers and had even been toyed with by their schemes to the point of utter humiliation.

Before Yan Kaizhi could even take off his socks, Shaohua immediately sprang up. "No, absolutely not! Husband, you're overthinking it. Oh, suddenly I'm not tired anymore; why don't we chat instead? I'll go brew a pot of tea right now." Before her feet could even touch the floor, she was swept up horizontally in Yan Kaizhi's arms.