Chapter 85

Mu Ruchu dashed after the vanishing shadow but caught nothing; there was no trace left behind. The grand hall had corridors on both sides, and after a moment’s thought, Ling Chen chose one at random and stepped within.

Some people even went to the temple specifically to pray for her, hoping she would pass through this time safely and live a long life.

Xu Tiantian frowned. Though she was no stranger to life and death, never before had she witnessed such a tragic sight. The world was unjust, yet these people were innocent.

Gu Shengge raised her other hand, clenched it into a fist, and threatened, “If you dare speak nonsense, I won’t be polite!” Ying Lei narrowed his eyes dangerously at her.

“How bold!” Ying Huining, furious to see Gu Shengge rescued, pointed at Fufeng as though she could tear her apart with a glance. Liu Ying stared back coldly, utterly unflinching. Meeting Liu Ying’s icy gaze, Ying Huining faltered, unable to speak for a moment.

Mo Jiugue leapt aside, dodging Xueyun’s attack. In the same instant, she swung her black iron sword toward Xueyun, startling him.

Qianyun was stunned at first and nearly burst into tears. Qian Qingxi, exasperated, quickly poured the pile of sunflower seeds back onto her plate.

Perhaps those two were truly a match made in heaven—only fate had decreed they would never fall in love with one another. For if they did, it would all be in vain. Such was Ji Hongxue’s reflection.

The sun hung high at noon, bathing the grasslands in warm light. With no one around, Gu Shengge kicked off her shoes and socks, relishing the feel of the grass beneath her feet. Liu Ying did not stop her but quietly gathered her shoes and socks, standing silently at her side.

“Well, what is it? Just say it. What’s the point in hiding anything from me?” Bihaitian wondered why Manager Wu had suddenly turned so fussy—it was quite unlike his usual self.

Though only half a month had passed, she was now able to handle some of the less formidable ghosts.

Upon receiving the news, Baili Ye went to the imperial palace to bid farewell to Xuanyuan Jialuo, now crowned emperor.

“Mother, are you taking Yan’er with you?” Seeing Consort Chun leave him behind in the hall, Murong Yan felt aggrieved but resigned.

As soon as Rufeng finished speaking, the two men seemed to lose their balance, leaning heavily against them.

“How is Aunt Jun?” The man’s voice was weary; Jingdu could well imagine the sort of state he must be in now.

Lin Guyu wanted to say more, but as his stomach ached, he placed his warm hand over it and the discomfort faded.

His words were full of obvious holes—anyone who pondered them carefully could sense something was amiss. Wu Yuan’s thoughts were in disarray, and she might not notice everything, but if even one detail fell into her grasp, she would find reason enough to trust the person before her.

“Elder brother, please be fair—whatever it is, it’s always second brother’s doing, nothing to do with me!” Mu San washed his hands of it, not noticing Mu Er was glaring daggers at him. He quickly hopped aside, clutching his abacus and account book, and kept busy.

But what did it matter? People were still injured and poisoned. Was their fighting strength truly intact?

He hadn’t prescribed medicine for Gu Lingge when he left. Not because he couldn’t, but because it was already too late.

Liufeng knew what she meant and said, “It would disturb the master’s rest.” He didn’t want Lin Meimian to know what he’d done, even if she could no longer hear or see.

The implication was clear: if more than ten thousand of the Black Clan’s cultivators set out together, no matter who or how many stood against them, death was inevitable.

From his daytime observations, Li Ziyuan discovered the only weak point in Pingchuan Town’s defenses was the unfinished railway line. If he wanted to act around Pingchuan, he’d either have to take out a stronghold at one of the outlying high points, or target the railway first.

Gao Laoda, upon hearing Hua Qingyi’s words, weighed the matter silently, then smiled and said, “Well, you’ll have to ask that one!” He pointed at Jiang Lan.

Yet Feng Xuan, Hua Qingyi, Lord Lu, and Shangguan Shiyu all emerged safely. In Feng Xuan’s hand was a box, and his face was grim.

“Do you think the Yun and Mu families can still extricate themselves?” The current Qing Ruifan was the most dreadful demon in the world. With narrowed eyes, Feng Yiluo instinctively stepped back.

Seeing more and more people crossing the stone stele and flooding into the Dragon Transformation Pool, Tang Xiao steadied herself and entered as well.

Dou Huang was at first puzzled by her sudden words, but after a moment’s thought understood and put on a worried face.

Dongfang Mo looked around but saw nothing but darkness—yet he knew dozens of eyes were watching him from the shadows.

Xiaoju only stole a glance at their affectionate gestures before turning his face back to the sky, gazing solemnly at the gathering storm clouds.

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Gathering the city’s elite strength and carrying the hope of the people, they charged fearlessly and swiftly clashed with the members of the Westfa Thieves.

“Commander, I’m yours—everyone knows it—so why do you still need me to prove myself?” Zhou Zhijian exclaimed in surprise. Could it be that Zhu Muyun was finally yielding?