Chapter 31: You Seem to Care About Her Very Much

Just as Jiang Ning was lost in wild guesses, Jiang Chuyi frowned and spoke again.

"I know not what trickery that enchantress used, but in these few short days, the Emperor has already placed his full trust in her."

"Had I known, I should have rooted her out completely years ago."

Jiang Ning, not expecting Jiang Chuyi to say such a thing, pointed...

"So that is how it is." Qing Yun’s tightly coiled nerves finally relaxed. Even so, this Thunder-Striding Talisman remained a peerless treasure unique in all the universe.

And so, after Cai Zi treated everyone to a meal and sent his parents, the couple Zhang Chengyu and Zhang, and the village chief home, the group returned to Shenyang.

She lived in terror that one day these memories would become entirely clear in her mind. Thus, she instinctively rejected this feeling—rejected it deeply. Yet, no matter how much she resisted, she was powerless to change anything and could only suppress her cultivation to prevent it from rising.

The Fanged Ape bit at empty air. Watching the vanished Xuanyuan Xiao, it scratched its head in confusion, then extended a finger to poke at its own mouth, as if trying to confirm whether it had actually bitten anything at all.

A night breeze brushed by, stirring the sheer silk curtains on either side of the bed. They grazed against the skin, soft and bone-melting, like the most brazen, seductive flirtation.

"There is no other way. To deal with the people of the White Lotus Sect, we must summon A-Hu and A-Bao. We were already gambling; there is nothing to fear!" Zhang Li Long said.

At this moment, the City of Abandoned Immortals was illuminated by a sea of candles, bustling with life. Ever since the Xingdao Sect was wiped out, Du Qiaofu had led the remaining disciples to rebuild, but they had fallen into the ranks of minor sects, losing even their seat at the Mortal Flow Rising Stars Tournament.

"Fine, speak then. I would like to see just what kind of divine figure this boss of yours is!" Ha Seng let out a cold snort.

Xuan Bing began to feel the pain. He turned to shake off Wang Hen, but she clung to him tightly. Enraged, Xuan Bing released Xiu Yuan and, turning, scooped up Wang Hen, pinning her with a claw as he carried her to a high place.

When Xu Hongwen saw Xu Xuanzan step through the doorway with her own eyes, the hand holding the teapot froze in place. She remained stunned for a long time, unable to recover her senses.

Ma Qiaoqiao raised an eyebrow and stood with her hands on her hips, lecturing. However, Mo Fan noticed that this formidable young woman’s face had actually turned red.

"Let’s go, we will find a way," Han Bing said, wrapping an arm around Lin Yumeng’s waist and leading her forward.

Shen Yun could not help but feel a touch of schadenfreude, yet reflecting on her own situation, she was struck by a sense of shared misery.

The next morning, before dawn had even broken and while the world was still fast asleep, Gong Gong rose and left his home. He intended to relieve Zhuanxu and Feng Hou, who were keeping watch over the Yellow Emperor.

Li Sheng had no choice but to urge: "I brought Xiao Ning to the manor myself. Though her family is not wealthy, she comes from a respectable background, unlike some of the crude folk from the countryside." The result, however, was only making matters worse; Hua Yi took this as a jab at herself, and her expression darkened further.

"Why would I like such a rotten person? I don't like him! I don't like him! I don't like him!" Leng Bingbing kept telling herself that she did not like Zhang Donghai.

After hearing Tang Feng’s words, Yun Zhongming furrowed his brows and fell into deep thought. Glints of sharp light flashed in his eyes as his mind raced, calculating the gains, losses, and stakes involved.

Mo Fan fell silent. In a one-on-one fight with Feng Shandong, he could likely win. But it would not be a victory every time. He could tell that Feng Shandong seemed to be holding back some hidden trump cards; in other words, his own strength was roughly on par with Feng Shandong’s elder brother.

After Zi Xuan finished speaking, he conjured another spiritual sword. The long blade sliced through the void, slashing toward the top of Lin Yumeng’s head. Just as Lin Yumeng thought she was surely doomed, a voice echoed from afar.