Chapter 57: The Noble Lady, Part 6

“What do you want, then?” I looked at her, alarm bells ringing in my mind—what was this girl planning?

Beishen had already come out, laughing and chatting. After bidding her farewell, I left.

“Exactly! I thought the Medicine Spirit Sect was formidable, but brother, these fools don’t compare to our Wandang Palace,” Ximen Fengxue boasted proudly.

Hearing the Queen’s words, the Emperor’s expression darkened further. Without hesitation, he strode quickly toward the Eastern Qi Palace.

Though I was angry about Sister Xiuhe and Posheng’s past lives, in a moment of crisis, Sister Xiuhe still thought to save me, and my resentment vanished instantly.

Ye Shengge felt like a mere prop, completely powerless over her own body. Even when the strands of hair brushing her cheek made her itch, she was stopped from scratching.

She never expected the man to suddenly attack; she was stunned. Though brief, the touch was agonizing. As she struggled, Jiang Yu withdrew, lightly licking his lips, seeming quite satisfied.

Even her biological mother had died at the hands of Lady Qiao. She felt little about this, having no memory of her mother, but that did not mean she was indifferent.

Lu Weihong was momentarily dumbfounded. Seeing Yang Yukun staring blankly at her, she shyly lowered her head.

The four men felt ashamed. They had vowed to protect her, yet it was she who fought all the way, leveling up through battles.

Her body still continued to fall, and though she tried to use her magic to climb upward, it was useless.

One day, the Ancestor was eating a sesame cake in the inner hall. Just as he took a bite, a eunuch announced that Military Advisor Liu Bowen had arrived. The Ancestor placed the cake in a bowl, covered it, and summoned Liu Bowen.

Beiqingci had a long-standing close relationship with his lord, so their bond was unquestioned. Yet now, for the sake of a floral fragrance, were they to become adversaries?

Xu Xiangyang began to undress and tear at Tian Jingru’s clothes like a wild beast—human primal instinct, original sin.

If that happened, ordinary people would be buried beneath the heavy snow, trapped and unable to escape.

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Yet the entire dense forest was deathly silent, eerily still as if it were a place of death itself.

After a brief exchange, Shi Wuxie took his leave. As Shi Yingying departed, she made a big, silly face just like before.

A golden light shot up from the depths of the abyss. The Poison Dragon Gang members froze, their hearts pounding wildly as they held their breath.

At dawn, Yunou awoke to a clear sky and pure air. Below her feet lay the ancient city, with clear streams gently flowing, covered bridges resting quietly—ancient and serene, like a thousand-year-old painting, peaceful as butterflies nestled deep in the forest, beautiful as lotus blossoms emerging from water.

With the use of holy energy came a sweeping vigor, suffocating all ordinary people within a hundred meters.

Chu Yunlian gazed at the man not far off, trembling uncontrollably. What was this sudden fear? She had never met him before—why was she afraid?

“It’s nothing, probably just something inconvenient to say. I’ll go back first. You should get some more rest,” Chu Yunlian insisted, dragging Liuli away no matter what, then sending her back.

The tiger demon wore an extremely grave expression. The pig demon wanted to assist but was blocked by Jiang Tian. The two fought fiercely, neither willing to yield.

A roar deeper than a dragon’s echoed through heaven and earth. Chu Yuan transformed into a jet-black flood dragon, leaping skyward, circling above the Illusory Soul Sea, his chant continuous, ring after ring.

What followed was known to all: the World Government activated the World Cannon and bombarded the Demon War Realm hundreds of times, successfully rescuing the humans trapped within. Most did not know of the World Cannon’s existence, only that the Demon War Realm was breached and the people emerged.

For some reason, when Jinfeng spoke, his restrained gaze left Chu Yunlian at a loss for how to respond.

“Hopefully,” Lin Yu muttered to himself, then brushed away an inexplicable heaviness in his heart.

Her voice rang clear and melodious across the Imperial Garden; even Mo Yu Jingchen looked up at her.

However, Lin Xiao kept silent. After burning down the Lin family estate, he left the city without looking back, arriving at a marginal place like Moyang City.

After Daoist Jin Ding left, the Golden Tortoise immediately gathered around Chu Feng, eyeing him with a complex expression.

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At this moment, Scorpion’s opinion of Chen Xiao had shifted from ignorance to profound admiration. Finally, after a long time, her team had produced a master who decisively overwhelmed the other competitors, filling her with excitement.

But according to Muliuzi, Chu Tianyi performed poorly in the top forty matches, seemingly due to a cold.

As Zhang Yang predicted, with his current spiritual power, he couldn’t reverse time for the entire vehicle. The car weighed almost two tons, far too difficult for Zhang Yang.

“They are students of Cangmang Martial University. This is the pass to enter the Demon Domain. Please verify,” Luo Tianyou said, pulling a rigid paper from his spatial ring and handing it to a soldier guarding the alloy gate.

Not only Luo Yong and the others but all merchants and people worked together to make Yuanxiang Wholesale Market famous.

“Do you know why I opened this restaurant?” Wang Hongling asked with a smile.

The two sat at a well-known milk tea shop. Qiao Rong ordered a pearl milk tea; Jiang Yeting chose a fruit tea. Qiao Rong glanced quietly, saying nothing.

Ma Chao did not expect Xu Shu’s command to be excellent. Truly worthy of being one of the “Four Friends of Zhuge.” Given Zhuge Liang’s lofty self-comparison to Guan Zhong and Le Yi, friends he personally acknowledged were no ordinary people, certainly formidable.

“How am I not responsible? In your heart, Heze is mine. Should I only be considered responsible if Yu Ji came out of my room this morning?” Ji Meinai replied, exasperated.

Each of the four held a sword. The hilts were as strange as their owners, featuring a four-faced ghost sculpture with sword blades protruding from its mouth. The blades were sheathed in worn, tattered cloth dyed blue, streaked with spots of red blood—proof that these swords had slain many.

Que’s expression remained unchanged, still smiling, but Fei gradually emerged from her prior daze, her eyes clear again.

Through the transparent glass door, Dou Wei saw scantily clad girls waving at him.