Chapter 32: Lipstick Stain

Thump, thump, thump.

Zheng Qian was drunk as a lord; he had no idea the imported liquor would have such a delayed kick. After stumbling out of the car, he staggered to the door. Lacking even the strength to retrieve his keys, he could only knock feebly. Fortunately, Jin Lu had not yet gone to sleep. Hearing the knocking, she immediately opened the door and helped him inside.

"My goodness, how much did you drink?" Jin Lu looked at Zheng Qian’s state, feeling a twinge of heartache.

"Is that Physician Qin? Has one of the concubines in the palace fallen ill?" Empress Lü squinted, craning her neck to look ahead. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Physician Qin.

"Isn't it obvious? I feel that you have reached the point where I can do whatever I desire with you." Cheng Donglin struck a lecherous pose, as if telling her he intended to be a scoundrel.

After saying this, Cheng Donglin turned and walked away. The Old Immortal looked at Cheng Donglin's back, then at his own spurting, severed arm. A bitter feeling rose in his heart. Looking at the surrounding scene, which was like a river of blood in a hellish nightmare, he let out a deep sigh and also turned to leave.

The entire court erupted into a clamor. Emperor Kanghua sat on the dragon throne, his eyes growing increasingly cold and dark, his gaze fixed icily upon Bai Qifei as if awaiting his reply.

While others cast their divine artifacts as a single, complete piece, the Overlord preferred to dismantle his treasures into several components.

Mystic Qi Pills were controlled by the world's various sects, and even the Imperial Court suffered from a scarcity. It was said that experts below the Cultivation of Qi realm were not even entitled to low-grade Mystic Qi Pills; only supreme experts like General Fang, who had reached the early stages of the Cultivation of Qi, were granted a monthly supply of one hundred pills.

After the introductions were finished, Cheng Donglin calmed down. Hua Rong and the others arrived, accompanied by two of his friends. Because of the friction between them, Huo Donghai kept his distance from Cheng Donglin.

Most of the area was in ruins, but that did not hinder the abundance of spiritual energy. This city had been built with a Spirit Gathering Array carved directly into its foundation.

She walked to the lamp, blew it out, wrapped her coat tightly around her, and stepped outside. Turning to lock the door, she crept stealthily after Zhen'er, who had already headed off. She wanted to see why Zhen'er was acting so furtively. Was she going to meet a boy she was seeing in secret? Jing Qing smiled; Zhen'er hid her secrets deep, and she wanted to see this lover of hers.

Liu Yuejiao gave a sharp tug, splitting her short blade into two. Then, she drew a "God-Startling Spike" from within the blade and thrust it directly toward Cheng Donglin’s throat.

According to his agreement with Du Xiaosheng and Han Yuanjun, Mo Ziyan arrived at Dark Night Bar before eight o'clock. Mo Ziyan parked the car and pushed open the bar door. Inside and outside the door were two different worlds.

The Mystic Serpent, Water Ape, Nanshan, and other Demon Kings felt their scalps tingle as they looked at the massive figure in the distant sky. They exchanged glances, all too shocked to speak. They had never even heard of such power, let alone witnessed it; perhaps only peerless monsters like the Bull Demon King possessed such might.

As a result, she looked up at Lu Xing with eyes full of hope, only to meet a gaze that seemed slightly moved.

Du Xiaosheng remained silent for a long time, saying nothing, simply drinking heavily. Du Yuchen, standing nearby, did not stop him, merely leaning there and watching him drink.

Every time he went home, there were always hot soups and meals waiting, and his bathwater was always drawn well in advance.

The Demon Lord usually wore a mask to hide his blood-red eyes, but occasionally, when the mood struck him, Ye Jiuli would remove the mask and use his internal energy to suppress the crimson glow, walking among others as a normal man.

Before he could ask if Lu Xing had been injured, Lu Zikun’s voice cut in.

He had to remember that, on the surface, his cultivation was only at the eighth grade of the Yuanling realm—neither high nor low among the disciples. However, Xiao Lin was not sure if he would be valued by Wang Yan and kept on Tianyan Peak if he pretended to be unable to hold on.

They walked together, or more accurately, shuffled along step by step, inching forward. Prince Wang Zimo’s order was for the refugees to eat together, though he left out the second half of the thought: that he would enjoy the benefits alongside Lin Baimei.

Perhaps not expecting the old lady to protect him in the end, Luo Xunzhe immediately looked up, staring at her intently.

Neither the Clanging Heavenly Fire nor the Clanging Profound Ice could stop them. They could only report to Ren Tianming, the Emperor of the Clanging Empire, that the situation had spiraled out of control and it was time to send envoys to negotiate.

Beside them, a delicate maid knelt, holding a tobacco pipe, ready to hand it to Shopkeeper Qian whenever he finished a sip of hot tea.

"It’s okay, it’s all right!" Kate wanted to hug Wang Wanqing, but remembering Chinese customs, she simply raised her hand high and waved it.

"Which one is this for today?" Several herdsmen responsible for driving the livestock approached. The leader, a man with a stubbly beard, pulled out a short-handled dagger, his gaze cold and devoid of any pity.

After running back and forth two or three times, Tong Guaiguai finally settled into the seaside hotel. Her room had two floor-to-ceiling windows, perfectly framing the sea. Tong Guaiguai thought this was a feature of the hotel, unaware that it was a benefit of the VIP suite Yun Ze had specially booked for her.

When a slightly embarrassed Ji Fa appeared before the Xuanyi tribe again, their attitude was even more enthusiastic. They treated him with the utmost reverence, as if he were Mi, the great chieftain whom the entire tribe worshipped.

As soon as Su Jin spoke, the atmosphere in the tent dropped to freezing. Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Su Jin thought of Zhongli Luo and lowered her head, remaining silent.

The couple was not pondering their own affairs. Gu Tianxiang sat in the restaurant looking at the menu when he sneezed suddenly. A chill wind blew behind him, and he felt quite uneasy for no apparent reason.

Forcing down the agitation in his heart, Zhan Xiu took a ragged breath and continued forward, holding his short sword.

Whatever preparations were made, they would never be enough; one could only do their best and hope for some effect.

The man looked at Wang Zha with a strange expression; clearly, Wang Zha’s transformation was so drastic that he dared not recognize him at first.

Although he did not know what kind of trick the traveling merchant was playing, if there was truly something different about it, buying it was no big deal. Besides, he had already carefully probed it with his spiritual sense, and the water flask was truly as ordinary as could be.

However, the average citizens of the Central Imperial Capital, even when seeing such things with their own eyes, merely turned them into topics of conversation over tea, long since having grown accustomed to the strange—mostly because it seemed they experienced such things every single day.

But in the village, the only ones capable of being teammates with Orochimaru were him and Guy... and Guy still had to lead his team.