Volume 1, Chapter 40: Evidence of the Crime

"Hmph, do you really think my Ye family lacks this bit of money? Do you think you can solve this with money?" Ye Yuanxin sneered, interrupting Tang Xinzhang with a look of utter disdain.

"No... I didn't mean that..." Tang Xinzhang looked somewhat flustered, at a complete loss for what to do.

At that moment, Xu Ling pushed open the office door and walked in. Seeing him enter without even knocking, Lin Yajing immediately frowned deeply, but remembering that Xu Ling had helped her quite a bit recently, she decided to endure it.

Nearly ninety percent of the piled-up medicinal ingredients had already been refined by Qin Ya. The remainder consisted of extremely precious herbs that could be used to brew spirit pills. However, Mo Bukong seemed to have second thoughts; to avoid summoning the heavenly tribulation and attracting the attention of the aristocratic families, he specially requested Qin Ya to postpone the refining of spirit pills and even gifted him the remaining herbs.

The two forces collided, producing a deafening crash, yet the scene was utterly bizarre. Venomous Snake used merely the tip of the dagger in his hand to block Dinosaur's previous strike.

Regaining her composure, Li Yuting immediately grabbed Zhao Yafuh and hurried straight into the shopping mall. After all, Zhao Yafuh's hair was a complete mess, and even her clothes were dirty; she genuinely needed an immediate change of attire.

Huai Ren descended, gently stroking the earth. A sudden whimsical thought struck him: if he were to unleash his abilities to their absolute limit, could he strip away this entire piece of land?

Outside the mountain gates of the Scarlet Refinement Sect, quite a gathering of cultivators from the cultivation world had already formed. Among them were rogue cultivators and members of various sects, all clearly driven by the desire to watch a good spectacle.

This technique, known as Stirring Up the Grand Duke's Earth, originally belonged to the category of offensive arts—fierce, sharp, and peerless. Yet used now for defense, it proved to be incomparably formidable.

Unable to hold back any longer, Biyu finally took out the sachet she carried with her. Holding it in her palm, she sniffed it over and over as she always did. The fragrance of orchid and musk waxed and waned, mirroring the restless fluctuations of Biyu's heart. Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and someone leaped inside.

"Long nights bring many dreams; I truly don't want to play games with him anymore. Right now, I only want to see Shentu Yi's corpse. Otherwise, I'll be left without a burial place," Shentu Yong said, growing increasingly agitated, anxious, and furious, completely incapable of processing things rationally.

"Yuanyuan merely wanted to be friends with you, so why must you be so... cold?" Wu Ya Ting said in a voice that was almost inaudible, uttering words that filled her with extraordinary anger. For some reason, in front of Lan Fei, she simply could never raise her voice in a shout.

Toward evening, under the instigation of Pei An'an and Gu Duo'er, Xia Qingyan once again arrived at the student union.

After leaving that hillside, Yeyu Yehao did not pay much attention to the events that had just transpired.

Well, Jiang Yejin did not consider this to be any major issue—wasn't it just finding an excuse to ask for leave? Which student had never done that?

Consequently, Zhiqian was completely placed under house restriction, beginning the life of merely "eating and drinking" as described by Ziwu.

The Buddha knew that in the span of a mere fleeting moment, Zhiqian had already made her own choice. This was her mission, the responsibility she bore. In the end, no matter how unwilling she was to submit to the Mandate of Heaven, she had still made her choice.

And yet they had the audacity to keep proclaiming everywhere that she, Miao Yiyi, was the true direct-line descendant.

Even someone like Zhou Feng, who had witnessed all sorts of scenes, could not help but shudder upon hearing Lan Fei so calmly repeat these slanderous accusations.

"This has been passed down through generations since our ancestors, and I don't know why either," Mother Chen said, looking equally perplexed.

True to his word, the Buddha kept his promise. Early the next morning, a monk arrived carrying a longevity lamp to present it.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? That beast is dead! Why are you still sighing for him?" An'an asked, looking at Yang Ziyu, who was considerably taller than him.

The four individuals before him had all obtained the Four Symbols inheritance. If they were to join forces once more and unleash the Dao of the Falling Stars, he feared it would be exceptionally difficult for him to escape this place alive.