Volume 1, Chapter 69: The Trap

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"Lord Ji, a gentleman does not make inappropriate advances."

She suppressed the soft gasp rising in her throat, steadied her composure, and raised her head to look at him, her face a mix of shame and indignation.

Yet, because her cheeks were flushed with anger, there was an indescribable coquettish charm to her as she spoke.

Had Lord Ji not possessed such a striking appearance, and had she not lived here for so long without ever seeing any concubines in his residence, Wen Ling would not have let her guard down to this extent.

Never had she expected...

Her eyes, bright as if flickered with tiny flames, stared intently at him.

At that exact moment, a stray strand of hair slipped down the side of his jade-like face, and golden light leaked through the gaps in his hair, softening his features just a fraction. Wen Ling’s heart skipped a beat.

"Lady Wen, do you suppose......"

It felt as though he had already recovered for a long while. Turning to look at Jia Renyi and Mu Zhifei, whose injuries were lighter than his, the gashes on their bodies remained starkly visible, looking as though they had been inflicted just a few hours ago.

At the moment he lost consciousness, he had assumed he was surely doomed. Given the animosity between Dao Chengkong and Yang Hao, the latter would certainly not have spared him.

By this time, Old Wolf had also stepped out, his eyes fixed squarely on Li Yanyang, brimming with hostility.

Jiang Dongyu had never struck anyone, nor had anyone ever struck him; he was perceived as the weaker one. Li Yifan, however, was a martial artist of the sixth layer of body refinement, and he could never have imagined that Jiang Dongyu would fight back. Thus, his hand was broken, and to this day, he still could not accept that reality.

For a moment, the profound energy within the cave where Yang Hao resided surged to twice its previous intensity. Feeling the palpable, substantive profound energy, a brilliant white light erupted from his body a moment later, and simultaneously, a figure identical to him split away from his body.

Even with Quhou Nianzai captured, Xia Yuan acted as though nothing had happened, leisurely keeping watch at the factory gates. The mastermind behind this elaborate layout was, at this very moment, so relaxed he might as well have been scratching at the base of a wall. The Quhou and Xiong families, busy scrambling to bail out their people, would likely have gone completely mad if they knew what the ultimate culprit was up to.

Sensing a dangerous aura from Yang Hao's sword strike, yet leaving only a faint scratch upon the puppet's body, Yang Hao could not help but be momentarily speechless. This resilience was easily comparable to his own Heavenly Demon Fiend Body. It seemed the master of this ruin had not exerted effort in vain.

Peach Blossom Town in the late autumn was shrouded in a persistent, misty drizzle, the fine rain carrying a hint of chill. Yet this weather did nothing to dampen the townsfolk's yearning for a fresh beginning.

In Li Yanyang’s description, the past two years had been leisurely—free of hatred, unburdened by tumultuous entanglements, carefree, and utterly self-content.

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"Master, do you mean to say you have a way to cure this?" Chen Zhongzhou was overjoyed. The despair that had consumed him moments before was now replaced by a reignited spark of hope in his heart.

National Guard soldiers rounded up all the casino bosses, pushed them against the walls, and subjected them to a rigorous pat-down at gunpoint.

Furthermore, he and Lin Wan'er were not even close; it was merely their first meeting, a chance encounter between strangers.

Ma Si had long been prepared. Having already decided that the man must die, he had anticipated that the fellow might resort to a desperate, mutual destruction.

Su Jialiang genuinely wished to test the abilities of the divine Chongming bird, but not right now; there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. Brushing it off with a laugh, he said nothing more. As for whether he could actually defeat the Chongming bird, however, no one could say.

Though Yuan did not understand what Xiao Kuang meant by this, she ultimately nodded in agreement.

Even so, Xiao Kuang decided to contact Qianye directly, utterly confident in his understanding of her.

The enemy's firepower was ferocious, yet the base did not even possess a single mortar; their offensive strength was entirely disproportionate to the opposition.

Standing within the lotus-seat dimension, Lin Yi gazed upon the nine massive stone coffins and the single crystal coffin enclosed by them, his emotions surging with intense excitement.

The host’s single remark instantly piqued everyone's interest, prompting Tan Ranran to utter a resentful snort.

"...You really get along well with your sovereign," Dong Bai softly remarked. Since Xu Rong intended to let her leave, she did not put on airs and prepared to depart on the spot.

It was evident that Nalan Yanran's cultivation technique was superior to the young man's, and her battle skills were far more profound. Despite her slightly lower realm, Nalan Yanran had repelled the youth with a single move.

"Your Imperial Highness, this object is the legendary ancient Jade of Exorcism, specially bestowed upon my family by the late Emperor. It is an imperial gift."

Shen Yuzhong and Mo Shi naturally raised no objections. As the crisp, tinkling sound of bells rang out, they slowly walked toward their destination. Upon arrival, they set about carrying the iron cauldron and starting the fire just as they had done in the past.

Though blind and lame, Mother Li still heard the sound of Li Le vomiting blood and realized her son was heavily injured. She hurriedly scrambled down from the bed.

This could hardly be considered a refusal; thinking pragmatically, Qin Muge decided she could still afford to acknowledge this wicked scoundrel.

Judging by his current state, it would take at least half a year of proper recuperation for him to fully recover.

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Lu Luoxi, however, enjoyed a peaceful and comforting sleep, even dreaming of her birth mother smiling and waving at her.

A smile graced her lips as she spoke, and rather than a trace of jealousy, her expression carried a hint of smugness.

Accompanied by successive crows of roosters and wisps of curling white smoke rising from the kitchen chimney, the entire courtyard appeared exceptionally cozy and warm.

Zhou Liang was even surprised to discover that the natural environment here showed no traces of artificial interference. In other words, the Xuanwu Imperial Palace had not used Dao-pattern arrays to deliberately alter the climate or temperature of this mountain range—an approach vastly different from that of many supreme sects.

Jing Rong withdrew his probing gaze. On second thought, it made sense; the entire city knew of Prince Rong's deep fondness for plum blossoms, and he had indeed witnessed that fiery red plum forest—it was truly breathtaking.

Lone Wolf curled his lip in disdain. In his view, for Jerry to even dare make an enemy of Lone Wolf was already granting him a generous amount of face. To claim now that Jerry wielded an inestimable influence across two realms was nothing short of a joke.

Qingzhu obediently handed the medicinal bowl to him, placed the plate of candied fruit on the table alongside it for the Prince Chen, and then retreated.

Ye Bai thought of Zhou Yan; her family should have some, and even if they did not, she had the means to acquire it.

Uttered from the lips of the human youth opposite him, those words carried an awe that made them difficult to question.

"Haha, Elder Song Qian, please rest assured. Junior Brother Zhou will certainly go." Before Zhou Liang could utter a response, Wei Zhongxian had already agreed on his behalf.

"Very well, thank you, Mr. Kongming." Ye Bai found it somewhat peculiar. Zhuge Kongming—wasn't that simply Zhuge Liang?

With an arrogant smirk, the Yang-fiend Demon God flickered with demonic light, his illusionary blade sweeping through the air. A heaven-shaking wave of blade Qi, resembling a raging torrent sweeping across the void and carrying dazzling black blade radiance, quivered rapidly before him.

In truth, the rules regarding spoils of war had only just been formally established in this round; it was an intuitive guideline rather than something explicitly written in the manual.

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