Chapter Fifty: The Ancestry of the Demon Clan and the Origins of the Ten Sovereigns

The Death Knight of the Necromancer Tribunal removed her helmet, revealing an extraordinarily beautiful woman whose complexion was pale—a sickly whiteness born from long exposure to darkness.

Bai Yue looked at the Death Knight with curiosity; she sensed that her relationship with the patriarch was unlike any other.

Those words just now had been filled with sorrow and grievance.

“Yun Shuang, listen to me! Let me explain!” Feng Qi hurriedly said.

“I truly did not lie to you. I took away seventy-two divine pillars from here.”

After a brief further conversation, Qin Feng set about his real task, tending to the illnesses of the Liu family.

From another perspective, if Tong Ruixiao had caused her death in this world, she would never have been able to complete the mission of saving Tong Huaimu. Such a loss would be a great disservice to the immortals.

Watching her as if witnessing Consort Xian’s pain and injury, an odd sense of satisfaction stirred in his heart.

Despite his battered appearance, his unique aura could not be concealed—somewhat devilish, with damp hair clinging to his forehead, adding a certain allure. His left cheek was swollen, clearly from a beating, but even half his face was enough to prove he was handsome.

Wen Shi lifted his eyelids slightly, casting a glance toward his employer’s direction. Liang Xuan showed no particular expression, remaining calm and composed.

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Lu Dezhao sensed Lu Xuancheng’s arrival through spiritual perception and, seeing the unusual look on his face, hurriedly invited him inside.

Shen Dongran accompanied me to see both Western and traditional Chinese doctors. They all told me that my mental pressure was too great and that I needed to relax.

“Wife, why did you suddenly want to go out for a walk?” He looked at me with concern. Had I not already suspected, I might have been fooled again.

Zhu Di was somewhat surprised. Secretly reviewing the words just spoken, he found no clues or hidden meanings.

At the sound of the command, the soldiers, already stained with foul blood and layered with scabs, their bodies exuding a sour stench and exhaustion, eyes gleaming intensely, disregarded the burning porridge and swallowed it in one gulp before grabbing nearby bloodied weapons and quickly entering battle.

Hearing this, Wang Minglong dared not say more. A little flustered, he nodded and immediately sat cross-legged, beginning to refine the inheritance following Meng Fan’s previous method.

Mu Yanran was amused by Zheng Chen’s words and could not help but punch his chest twice. The two exchanged smiles, their hearts in perfect harmony.

Now, the path he walked was truly that of a top scholar: honor, stability, nobility, dignity—not like Ting Wei, who had to fight against heaven, earth, and men with every step upward.

Fu Tiantian was Ye Chu’s best friend in her previous life. Almost all her family elders were connected to martial arts, each exceptionally skilled.

Seeing Zheng Chen silent, Li Tian also quietly sat down and began her cultivationI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.