Chapter 112: Just How Useful Is Shen Huaijing's Identity?

Next to her, Grandma Qian let out a sigh, clearly aware of the cause behind the quarrel. Without asking, Song Hui hurried down the elevator to the fork in the hallway, where the voices were coming from the left side, near her own apartment. Peeking around the corner, she saw a man standing at Sister Zhao’s door, shouting something.

Grandma Qian shook her head helplessly. “What a torment this is!”

Song Hui, puzzled, asked, “Grandma Qian, what’s going on here?”

Since Grandma Qian’s legs were weak, she usually carried a small portable wooden stool when she went out. Now, she unfolded it, and Song Hui helped her sit down. Patiently, Grandma Qian explained.

“Sigh, that’s Xiao Zhao’s ex-husband…”

Though the words were harsh, the delicate smile playing on her lips made it seem more like a playful tease. She felt it herself, cheeks flushing as she squeezed his hand firmly. The warmth spread across her face, especially under the gaze of those sparkling violet eyes, filled with endless affection. Seeing them, she felt a surge of shyness.

“Xiao Shu, no matter what reasons or excuses you have, please don’t follow me anymore. Of course, you can choose to wait here for me; I will pass this way again, but I can’t say when.” As long as these words weren’t spoken near Yan Lan, he could always mask his expression—after all, he was Fei Yihan.

Blaming her own pride, Mi Yiqing wished she could slap herself for enduring such humiliation again.

“If Mother-in-law wants to know, she should ask the heir directly. I cannot disclose any further,” Duan Liu gently refused when asked by Aunt Hua.

“Young master, I have done all I can. But the lord discovered she came to our sect, and I cannot keep it a secret anymore. You know I would never deceive the lord,” Yan Shuo said, hoping to find a point of reconciliation between the two like fire and water, father and son, but it was nearly impossible.

The funeral parlor was hosting a wake tonight, with one hall still brightly lit. The monks chanted and struck their instruments, their clanging and singing filling the night. This would last the entire evening.

“Yes!” Die Xue tried to make her voice sound hoarse, different from her usual tone.

“Poisoned…” Yu Qi’s face darkened as he looked at Ye Liufang, uttering just two words. The two girls nearby were so shocked they momentarily forgot to breathe.

By now, Yan Lan could no longer hold her breath and surfaced briefly to breathe. Seeing someone approaching, she quickly submerged again.

Silver couldn’t very well tell Shi Xiang that all of this was thanks to Wuhe Qinli, could he? It wasn’t something easily explained in a few words, so he only gave vague answers.

He had realized that Wuhe Qinli was currently stirring up trouble against him, seemingly intent on isolating him completely.

After Bai Yinyin’s words, he, too, sensed something was amiss. Could it be that Wang Yu had killed so many people for their souls? What exactly was he trying to accomplish?

Li Qing was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected the old man to be so ruthless, showing no mercy even to his own descendants, indifferent to their life or death. Li Qing knew he could never reach such cold detachment. The saying “old but not dead becomes a demon” was indeed fitting for Xiao Tian.

Meanwhile, a few elders fretted over how to save Master Ji Huan, while all the cultivators erupted in excitement.

“Okay, we’ve arrived. Are we really going to cross this terrifying river now?” Dong Xiaoxuan asked timidly. With dozens of thousands of glowing green eyes watching, crossing a river that seemed endless was indeed a daunting task.

If Xi Ren woke and heard someone say her head was growing long hair, she would be even more furious than Fu Rong, surely ready to smash Yuan Xiangxiang’s head in.

Long Xingyu kicked him from midair, sending him crashing to the ground, then fell straight down himself, heading toward Lin Qianye below.

As a result, everyone’s faces darkened further, but no one spoke. They all tried desperately to find a way to escape the oppressive aura radiating from these five snake-men, whose terrifying presence made it impossible to fight back. If a battle broke out, fleeing would be out of the question.