Volume 1, Chapter 67: The Fabrications of Lin Beiye

Having suffered a loss previously, Han Wu brought along the estate's finest guards this time, plunging the two sides into a fierce and chaotic battle.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong's anger flared even higher. Had it not been for Li You's strict prior instructions, he would have likely lost control and charged into the fray to seek revenge.

Madam Wang was startled into a shiver and promptly shut her mouth. However, the old dowager's composed demeanor served as a reassuring anchor; it seemed the matriarch already had a countermeasure in place.

Observing the Grand Imperial Grandson's slight panic, Emperor Xuanhua sighed inwardly. The boy was still too green—before the enemy had even breached the gates, he had already lost his composure.

Huang Zezhong leaned back against his chair, closed his eyes, and said with a desolate and leisurely air, "I... really wasn't born to them." Having said that, he grew completely calm, realizing he should have figured it out much earlier. No biological parents could treat their own child with such chilling indifference; this realization fully explained why they treated him the way they did.

These arriving individuals were all over thirty years of age and dressed in plain clothes, yet their equipment was professional to the absolute extreme. From firearms, explosives, and illumination gear to surgical and medical instruments, the items they carried filled a total of five large crates.

"Impossible. What kind of damned cultivation method is this? I completely eradicated the other party's persona and yet didn't notice anything out of the ordinary," Li牧 thought to himself, while his expression cooperatively displayed a look of profound bewilderment.

As a practitioner, one would not travel thousands of miles for no reason just to chat and casually extract a bit of spiritual blood; it certainly had to be for some major purpose.

"No, wait, it must be a divine miracle! So last night's events weren't a dream after all, but real!" Xu Ming gradually recalled what had happened the previous night.

Filled with worry at how someone's complexion could change so drastically within just a few breaths, Li Huashang spoke with a stern voice.

The moment Su Bao saw this, intense regret seized him. His original intention was to incite a chaotic brawl between the arriving parties over the escort silver so he could sit back and reap the spoils as the fisherman. Never had he anticipated that the outcome would simply hand the silver right back to Xue Tuan.

More than once, Ye Bai had imagined that upon entering the starry realms and meeting this person, he would definitely offer his gratitude, and if possible,shamelessly beg to be accepted as his disciple.

Every single bow was a testament to his profound respect for this mother. For An Yuxi, Ye Shaolan had sacrificed everything—even his life, which he gave up entirely for her sake.

He could even discern the subtle shades within the sea of blood, as well as the exact degree of its viscosity.

"Is Qin Yang doing well?" the old man asked with a slight lack of confidence. He wondered if his scoundrel of a junior brother was still acting recklessly, and if his upright disciple would be able to keep him in check. Fortunately, however, Xiao Yi was there.

Alpha must be feeling immensely smug right now for having pulled such a sly trick on him. Chen Mo was extremely curious to see how that fellow's mood would shift once his territory was conquered.

Seeing that Ji Cangmang had already reached the second realm of the Star Lord, a pursuer like Hai Kuanglan could only shake his head with a wry smile. What he did not yet know was that, strictly speaking, Ji Cangmang's Earth Immortal-God avatar was already his third such avatar.

Now that Chen Chengyu had revealed the news of Chai Shaoning's arrival, Sima Long no longer saw any need to keep the secret.

Wen Lexi had a soft, warm quilt prepared and scented with incense, and had bird's nest soup brewed so that Lu Luo could eat a proper meal before drinking a bowl of the nourishing broth.

The moment the two entered the sect, a sound akin to roaring waves and crashing mountains washed over them. Across the vast plaza and amidst the wild mountains, an untold number of cultivators lay prostrate.

Even the surrounding air grew alternately scorching and freezing, humid and dry, as the brilliant lights of their energies continuously clashed.

Upon opening the tournament region interface, a glittering emblem popped up on the screen, and the words "Glorious Platinum" immediately leaped into view.

Blazing with fury, he instantly swore to thoroughly teach this rule-flouting boy a lesson. Slamming the door shut, Fang Qiang checked the class name listed on the post and bolted downstairs immediately.

Ruoshui's lips curved upward as well, though she gently patted the back of Chen Bo's hand beneath the table to signal that he need not fret.

A graceful figure flew out from Ninth Uncle's residence, and Wang Jin immediately hurled a calming-yin talisman toward the airborne silhouette.

Hearing this voice, Lin Chen instinctively knitted his brows and glanced to the right, instantly catching sight of a remarkably enchanting back.

Fenyu let out a hazy sigh, opening those sapphire-blue eyes capable of making any man lose his way.

He stared as Bailie's azure eyes gradually closed, and Bailie, the commanding general who was a native of Luwenia, promptly passed out as well.

Furthermore, trials within the imperial family sometimes stood merely a hair's breadth away from outright murder. If Li Chengqian fell, Hou Junji would inevitably be implicated as well. Tell me, if you were in that position, what would you do?

"Then follow me." Wang Jin grabbed Tianming and immediately departed. Matters of this sort definitely required a change of scenery, leaving Gao Ting and Shaoyu behind in the dust.

Chen Feng's fingers twitched slightly; he could move his hands, his feet, and the abdominal pain was gradually subsiding, allowing strength to slowly return to his entire body. Chen Feng was finally reclaiming control over his physical form.

In the gloom, looking at the rather plain face before him—its stern expression now entirely wiped away—Cao Mengde's countenance appeared exceptionally tender within the moonlight-lit room.

Watching the ice beauty devour her meal with such appetite, Tianming was naturally delighted, but his joy was short-lived. Someone so ravenous and yet so stunning—wasn't there already another one like her before?

"Where on earth do you pick up such lines?" Cheng Lingzhi pushed him away lightly and said, though a closer look revealed a faint pinkish tint dusting the tips of her ears, clearly showing she had been embarrassed by someone's sweet talk.

Just as Xinxi was about to climb into bed and sleep, she heard a commotion at the front door, sounding like a key turning in the lock. Puzzled, she wondered if Lingzhi had returned after leaving.