Chapter 21: The Matriarch Erupts

The night in Red Lotus City is exceptionally vibrant; many who do not appear during the day emerge under the cover of darkness.

Yu Qing’s eyes darted as she nodded, "I know." Could there be something going on here she was unaware of?

Bernadette manipulated her puppet, fixing her Annabelle-esque, uncanny-valley eyes on her older cousin and unleashing a torrent of unbridled vitriol.

The hand surgery team dispersed, leaving only one attending physician to lead the way, while Wei Guoqiang shamelessly tagged along to inspect the department.

However, given the previous incident where Jisen framed the Flash Thief Y, this time, only the side effects were exposed. Theodore had sealed off the news regarding the destruction of the building, and no one knew about it yet. Everyone refused to believe that the Flash Thief Y could be linked to the side effects of the special medicine.

Even though the identity Luo Yuan had assumed had certain flaws and could not grant him a powerful inheritance, he could always provide a plausible explanation for his actions through various means. In fact, he did not even need to explain himself; those in high positions would fill in the blanks with their own imaginations.

When Rong Yan regained consciousness, he felt something soft and fragrant in his arms. Startled, he nearly burst his stitches, but Gongsun Zhongjing, who was attending to him, noticed the movement and stopped him just in time.

Tang Yue held her breath, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Qin Lang, silently cheering him on. She remained completely oblivious to the approach of Deputy Director Shen.

Because of her shop's business, Yang Chuyi was acquainted with several opera troupes. Thinking that the corvée labor had been quite exhausting this year, she wondered if hiring a troupe to liven things up might be a good idea.

We can see that Luo Yuan must have once been an incredibly powerful God King level expert, perhaps even surpassing that level. Thus, even if we, as Saint-level experts, truly became his subordinates, we wouldn't harbor any ulterior motives; on the contrary, we would feel honored.

Without the suppression of laws from the other side, Guloi is strong—very strong, one might say.

"Master of the house, the Young Master is about to arrive at the gates!" a servant reported, rushing into the great hall.

Just as Lin Xiaoguang was relieving himself to his heart's content, Huang Haibing followed him inside.

"It seems I really should make a trip there after all," she finally decided.

At the moment of life and death, Yu Kun unleashed his full potential. He spat out a stone bead that struck with immense force, slamming into Qin Heng like a falling mountain.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Lin said, grabbing a large, uncut piece of meat and chewing heartily. "It's not too late to catch up now." Her demeanor and words immediately sent the group into uproarious laughter.

This is the difference between a martial artist and a Divine Master. If a Divine Master were presiding over the formation, they would have a clear grasp of everything outside. But when a martial artist operates a divine formation through a formation base artifact, they are left blind, completely ignorant of the outside situation.

By speaking those words, Feng Huayin was essentially accusing those officials of defying the imperial edict, openly addressing Feng Yici as the Crown Prince and Ning Jiahe as the Crown Princess.

Lu Jingrong sighed, instructed his servant to serve tea, and sat down in a spot of his own choosing. In truth, he didn't know where to begin and could only maintain his silence to gather his thoughts.

People envy the emperors of old for their harems, but having so many wives inevitably leads to palace intrigue. Seeing the three of them so harmonious, Du Feng felt smugly satisfied.

Xigua seemed entranced by the doll Shen Yao gave her; she didn't even have time to wipe the tears still hanging on her face before reaching out to take it.

Qinghe carried the items out, with Zhu Yan following closely behind. They hadn't managed to move everything in one trip. Yun Bai sat nearby, studying the lab reports Zhu Yan had just brought back.

Qinghe arrived, dusty from his travels, and remarked as he walked, "Why did you choose such a faraway place?" Looking at the location, it was clear that his sister had picked it—her taste was identical to their mother's.

Taking a towel, Qinghe moved softly back into the guest room. Yun Bai was already fast asleep. Qinghe turned off the main light, stepped into the bathroom for a quick rinse, and emerged.

More and more demons were saved by Ao Fan in this way, and they all followed behind him. Before long, about thirty demons had gathered in his wake.

This caught Gu Sheng slightly off guard, for when he was outside the tavern, he had sensed no one inside. The interior and exterior felt like two completely different worlds.

Her hair was soaking wet, but Shu Xin had no intention of drying it immediately. She simply sat on the edge of the bed with its pink and purple sheets, staring blankly at the starry sky outside the unlatched window, her mind empty, devoid of all thought.

Amidst the intertwined aura of ice and fire, the two states flowed according to the changes of Yin and Yang. Chiba immediately saw Zhu Yan'er’s complexion shift from red to white, and from white to red. This happened five times in succession, each time marking a cycle of the ice and fire circulation.

Watching the handsome figure gradually drift away, Lan Mufeng suddenly felt profoundly lost. Kinship, friendship, love—all these beautiful things were destined to be denied to him the moment he was born. He was a harbinger of disaster, a monster; thus, from the moment he left his mother's womb, he was heartlessly abandoned and spurned by the world.

In the vast estate, only Yicui spoke to her; the others moved like soulless puppets, mindlessly performing their duties.

"You really are no simple character to have found this. But even though you helped me unearth this treasure, you are still going to die!" As the giant rock tumbled, the golden particles on the ground flew up and coated its surface.

He looked around. By now, most of the thousands of cultivators had entered the band of light. Some, like him, lingered at the edges, while many others struggled their way toward the center.

Through careful observation, Tie Zheng gradually discovered a pattern: the consciousness-based attacks of the otherworldly creatures could not be used indefinitely. It seemed they could only strike at certain intervals, which was the very reason Qilei City had been able to hold its ground until now.

"Ahem, I'll say no more. I'm going to sleep. Slow down, don't trip," Song Xiaodong reminded him before turning back to lie on the bed.

The Great Ming Empire had no intention of conquering the world and had never planned to go to war with European nations. However, when those nations formed an anti-Ming coalition to interfere in the destruction of the Qing Dynasty, they crossed the empire's red line. By openly making themselves enemies of Great Ming, they left the empire with no choice but to teach them a harsh lesson.