Chapter Ninety-Four: Desire Never Fades

But Zero’s power was truly that terrifying. He displayed everything he was meant to display, and in just a few scenes he had people’s blood pumping so hard it sent a jolt through their scalps.

“A good dog doesn’t block the road. Move!” Yuzu’s cold voice rang out, showing no concern at all for who stood before her.

Linghu Qing and Long Liqi had long since formed a grudge. If the safety of the fox clan was to be guaranteed, then both for public duty and private reasons, that scourge had to be removed first. If she could borrow the hands of the Three Great Immortal Sects to get rid of him, then even the Demon King could not blame her. That was why she had so strongly insisted on eliminating Long Liqi.

Just imagining the company’s elite employees each holding a comic book in their hands to read made Yan Tianjing break out in gooseflesh.

But on closer thought, it was perfectly normal. Her strength had long since been enough to break through into the Heaven-Connecting Realm; she had merely been forcibly suppressing it all along. Perhaps because the recent events made her feel she needed to raise her strength as quickly as possible, the breakthrough had simply come naturally.

Luo Sheng was just about to think of a way to wake them when a sharp whoosh suddenly came from beside him, and then a figure landed right in front of him.

The atmosphere was extremely strange. Those smoking kept smoking in silence, those scrolling on their phones continued scrolling wordlessly, and no one said a thing. When Yang Xi came in, they merely lifted their eyelids to glance at her before lowering their heads again, at most letting out a faint sigh.

In the next moment, a figure enveloped in black aura slowly emerged from within that house.

Sure enough, the twenty student formations on the playground, which had originally been neat and quiet, had started to show signs of chaos.

In terms of rank, Han Wuyuan was an inner hall steward, and his position was even slightly higher than that of Feng Yi, an outer hall steward. But Han Wuyuan did not put on any airs of superiority. His plump, oil-sheened face was always wearing a warm and kindly smile.

There were many people in the outer residence, and the inner residence was no less lively. The ones helping to receive the honored ladies and young noblewomen were the Princess Huyang, the Consort of the Eastern Prince, and Princess Shouchun, among others. The garden was ablaze with color, and silver-bell laughter carried far on the wind.

Fan Yenan, who had experience with marriage, felt that after so many years of dating, and then twenty years of marriage, the passion between the two had long since been worn away, but the family affection remained.

When the heart is forced to endure endless solitude and loneliness, prolonged days make one prone to irritability and confusion, and in the end mistakes come one after another.

As he spoke, Old Master Fu took a beautifully wrapped gift box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a lake-blue jade bangle of exceptionally fine quality.

The Sun family steward had already learned from Sun Tiexin that the neighboring residence had been sold to Su Zhe, and he was helping arrange for the Su family’s move-in.

As a result, Fruit and Zhiyun, which had been conquering markets all over the world, suffered a crushing defeat in the Korean market. The misery of it was beyond words.

Tang Bao’s heart was blazing with rage, but he knew that at a time like this he absolutely could not make a move, or his merit points would surely plummet like mad.

Taking a deep breath, he steadied his mind, and the focus in his eyes gradually began to sharpen again.

At six thirty-five, the gunners at the artillery positions began operating the cannons and entered their firing preparations.

“If there’s anything wrong with you, just say it. I have a miracle doctor here.” As soon as Bai Mengtan spoke, she did not forget to pull back Murong Yunyang, who was already trying to flee.

Karl could only feel a violent gust of wind sweeping in. Before he could even clearly see the other side’s movements, he barely had time to raise his Spirit Phoenix broadsword across his body to block it.

Guan Ren had originally wanted to say there was none, after all this was a life-and-death struggle and he feared that alcohol might ruin things. But he also did not want to make him lose face before such a formidable enemy, so he lifted the wine jar he had just shared with Zhao Guandi, shouted, “There is wine!” and then hurled the jar into the air.

The two gave each other a nod and raised their swords to clash once more. This time, the two sides actually exchanged more than a dozen strikes. Although Li Moran ended up with two more wounds on his body, the short blade in his right hand also slashed into the other man’s thigh. The wound was no shallow cut, and the two of them were now nearly even in blood.

In order to prevent the situation from developing into something irreparable, he no longer cared about the distinction between master and servant and stepped forward to bow before Grand Tutor Qin.

Guan Ren did not refuse. He went straight to another room, reached out and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

The guard outside stopped her. Without Xia Yeteng at her side today, Bai Mengtan was deadlocked with them for more than half an hour, yet they still would not let her through.

But Bai Mengsha had no intention of giving Consort Qin any chance to deal with her. The essential oil she applied to Consort Qin’s head every day was there precisely to nourish the gu poison inside Consort Qin’s body.

Zhuo Ya led everyone all the way into Clear Cloud Courtyard. Just as she had said, there truly was not the slightest trace of noise there, only crisp birdcalls accompanied by the murmuring flow of water, which made one’s heart feel clear and refreshed as well.

The man waved a hand and smiled. “I only ever take disciples based on fate.” His words were half true, half joke, and he brushed them aside in passing. Then he said, “All of you, get up. It was Old Man Lu Gao who sent you, wasn’t it?”

The Eighteen Aristocratic Clans could afford the loss, but Wei Chang could not. This fleet of Wei Chang’s was one of the most important bargaining chips in Zhao Yi’s hands.

At that moment, Ning Dai was sitting on the sofa, wearing a short T-shirt on top and boxer shorts below, holding a boxed meal and eating with great relish, one leg bent casually beside her. However one looked at her, she seemed utterly rough and unrefined.

More than that, the commander also discovered that a ghost glowing an eerie blue had joined the battle as well—none other than the undead Sandro, whom Zhao Li had already transformed and who had absorbed thousands of souls.

Zhao Li, walking near the back of the group, saw nothing at all. He only heard a burst of noise and some magical fluctuations from up ahead, and then the battle was over.

In the dim yellow light of an oil lamp, Zhao Li first opened the jar of chopped chili paste on the table—something he had gone to the kitchen to ask for.

Fu Hanzheng took his phone and went out, heading to He Chi’s office nearby, where he returned two work calls.

Foreign troops were not permitted to enter the palace. That had been the rule of the Han court for hundreds of years. With Duan Zeng and his three thousand soldiers, the guards naturally dared not allow them inside.

If there were no accidents, the Liu family, relying on the martial inheritance passed down through the generations from the Kunlun Immortal Mountain, did indeed have the greatest chance.

Yang Feng was simply not the sort of person who could stay idle. He felt bored sitting in the room, so he came out for a walk and, by the way, got himself some barbecue to eat. That was his ultimate goal.

Xu Xie had bought so many dolls for Shengcai the last time he went out to have fun that this time he could really just give them away directly.