Chapter Forty-Nine: Transforming Resentment

"The spirit of resentment in the memorial arch." Su Changling pondered upon hearing this. "No wonder Miss Cheng gets so angry whenever those filial piety arches in the city are mentioned."

"So it was her... born from the grievances of women who died unjustly in this world."

"But, Master," the girl frowned suddenly, as if recalling something. Ling Chenzi raised his eyebrows in response, "What is it?"

"I see that although Miss Cheng was born with a heart full of resentment, her parents and relatives have already taken a cold, thorough bath, settling the filth and curses. Opening the window, the snow began to fall. I reached out my hand and caught a delicate six-petaled flower, crystal clear and exquisite. I simply floated out the window; the chill outside was more fitting for my recovery."

Xu Xiancheng wept aloud while gripping his knife and drawing it out. Daji deflated like a leaking inflatable doll, black smoke rising as she shriveled bit by bit until she vanished without a trace.

I paced in the living room, pretending to admire Brother Jasmine’s poster seriously, so that Mother Jasmine wouldn’t urge me to drink tea. The tea was too hot to swallow.

...Huh! It seemed there was still a wooden partition about seven or eight meters to the right, in the direction Qinxin was looking. Sure enough, there was indeed another wooden barrier.

Our country has always maintained a zero-tolerance policy toward drugs, so this mysterious poppy flower was something ordinary people seldom saw. Liu Xinghao didn’t recognize it, which was only natural.

Though the Xiao family is the strongest clan in the ancient realm, the actual cultivation resources they control are far fewer than imagined. If too many of the Xiao descendants excel, trouble is bound to arise.

The face of King Xiaoyao Ba darkened with fury as he ground his teeth. Suddenly, with a sharp slap, his palm landed on the purple wooden table before him. The wood was tough and didn’t shatter, but a half-inch deep palm print remained.

Suddenly, Lü Xuan realized a scientific problem: if the demon wolf swallowed him, it should have reached his stomach first. How then could he see the creature’s ghost core?

Lü Xuan was overjoyed. Now the journey west would no longer be lonely; the lively companion had finally appeared. He would pass the time with him.

Suddenly, a bent old man, no taller than 1.6 meters, appeared in Li Jiang’s sight.

Su Ruoyao’s eyes glistened, her nose tingling with emotion as she watched Zheng Yanzhong, who was absorbed in reinstalling the backseat. He seemed unaware that he had already revealed his crucial secret.

As everyone rushed forward, within three breaths they stood atop the actual object, realizing they had stepped into the central region among the four cliffs.

He could feel the immense oppressive force of the surrounding liquid and the sticky sensation from the ghostly outline. It seemed they could only await death. In E Tian’s eyes, his expression grew even more ferocious, as if he already envisioned the arrogant Ye Ge being slain by him.

"Aunt Wen, if you’re alright now, I’m heading to work," said Yuan Jinhua, taking Ruan Zeyan’s wrist to leave together.

Su Ruoyao leaned against the car window, leisurely watching the outside. "I think Director Cheng is a good person; otherwise, I would have died miserably long ago." She drifted into memories, recalling the journey since meeting Cheng Yanzhong.

"Devil Domain Ghost Blade!" The Third Master flicked his hand, sending forth a gust of palm wind that transformed into a sinister blade.

He was confident in his skills but suddenly realized this stolen blade was also a mad, even cunning, pawn! He was the chess master; once they fell into his game, they could only be manipulated by him.

Shi Sen snorted coldly, his massive body lunging directly at Ye Ge. Ye Ge made no move to retreat and met him head-on.

"Young master!" Luo Wusheng struggled to utter these words through clenched teeth, pulling the Fifth Ink back from his second spiritual voyage.