Volume 1, Chapter 32: Unmasking Her True Colors

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Su Miaohui then left the magistrate’s office. She was utterly distraught all the way home, and the thought of Xiao Li taking a consort only made her mood worse.

Ye Yunxiao had met countless people in her life. The greatest difference between Yu Mengya and Wan Liuyue was that Yu Mengya could not pretend. When she heard the news about the man-faced demon beast, even her smile seemed to stiffen.

“By the way, the Empress Dowager’s eightieth birthday is only a few days away. Noble Consort Liu, you should arrange the entertainment for the celebration. You are so talented and so adept at pleasing His Majesty; I imagine you must have plenty of ideas. Let us see whether you can win the Empress Dowager’s favor this time.” The sarcastic words struck straight to the heart.

Mo Pinglan removed the necklace from around his neck and gently hung it around Xiao Caixi’s.

Thus, when they pushed open the door, expecting Xiao Jiuer to be the only person inside, they were met instead with four people—and none of them looked pleased.

Even at night, she could sense that Gong Nanxun’s face had become frighteningly cold, so she said nothing more and merely lowered her head to continue eating her stinky tofu.

He had never done anything wrong in his entire life. He had simply been a little unlucky—and, on top of that, he had ended up saddled with the hopeless lovesick fool Xingxian.

Tang Chichi stared at the banner in astonishment. It seemed to have no end, rising bit by bit before her window, an endless stream of tender words.

Ye Yunxiao’s gaze fell upon Wan Chengfeng’s face. For some reason, he found it vaguely familiar, as though they had once been old acquaintances.

“Um, Inosuke.” Having suddenly thought of something, Qinmei called out to Inosuke just as he was about to enter the bathroom.

Wang Changqing struck back proudly. His cultivation at the mid-stage of Spirit Transformation was indeed higher than Wan Guliu’s. With a gray-brown flying sword in hand, he swept it across seemingly at random.

It was not until more than a thousand experts from the Heavenly Prison Sect launched an assault on the Defy-Heaven Dao outside that the matter finally came to an end. Mei Qingying swallowed the inner core of the Blood Stiff Corpse, then entered seclusion to cultivate in the Nine Heavens True Fire Cave.

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When I saw Tang Long sleeping like a dead pig, Lan Caiyan asked whether she should wake him while dragging me outside. I told her that the hotel was not far away, and since he knew the way, we should just leave him alone. Besides, he would probably sleep until dawn.

“What a piece of trash. What are you showing off for?” Shangguan Shui’s expression remained impassive. Holding a sacred-grade saber, he swept his cold gaze around him as his long black hair danced in the wind.

Chang Gao had originally intended to argue, but the surrounding townspeople were all demanding that the Ninth Princess uphold justice. How could he still fabricate lies to fob her off? His expression became even more unpleasant.

He Niandong saw that Shuixie was holding a crimson-red petal in his hand. Powerful fire-element spiritual energy radiated from it, while pure red light flowed across the entire petal. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Mo Qianhe’s expression was grave. The blue-black mist before him suddenly spread and expanded, swiftly enveloping the space around his body.

Whether in scale or strength, Treasure-Gathering Hall was undisputedly number one in this realm. Its founder, the Shen family, was renowned as the wealthiest family under heaven. They never took part in the struggles for supremacy among sects, imperial dynasties, or other powers, yet every faction depended upon them. There were only a handful of super-clans like this to be found in the entire realm.

In the brief span of a few breaths, dozens more men from the rear guard of the Mengluo army were wounded or killed. Shuixie’s method had indeed eased the pressure on the Light Cavalry Guards while greatly slowing the advance of this force of Mengluo soldiers led by Guleqi.

“Which unit are you with? Who is your commander? How dare you block the Divine Mechanism Camp’s path—have you grown tired of serving in the army?” A discordant voice suddenly rang out, filled with contempt and mockery.

To be honest, at such a distance, it was impossible to determine the other party’s true strength. Zhao Dingguo hesitated, then decided to test them with an attack. After all, this was hardly a valuable stronghold, and no Dusk-level expert would take an interest in it. If they were merely three Rising Sun experts, what was there to fear?

Every city had a dark side, something ordinary people knew nothing about. Every great family, too, possessed secrets that could never see the light of day. At that moment, in a luxurious suite at the SH Grand Hyatt Hotel, Li Da, the eldest young master of the Li family, was chatting with two middle-aged men in their forties.

“Raise your banner! There’s no need for a misunderstanding.” Sun Yinglong hurriedly waved his hand. Sun Er did not dare delay and quickly ordered his men to raise their banner.

“Fire! There’s a fire! Are you all right?” Wang Fengying asked Zhan Liuyun in astonishment.

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This could be seen from the fact that Xu Zhiguo had yet to make a move, choosing instead to continue making preparations.

“City Lord Lan, is there anything unusual about the warriors over at the Tower of Gods and Demons?” Ling Xiao thought for a moment before asking.

Lying on the bed, Chu Huainan took out the phone Xu Youran had bought for him. After pondering for a while, he finally dialed Nangong Yue’s number. Though he had never said so, he still loved Nangong Yue in his heart.

It was true: the hatred between the Qin family and me ran far too deep. Today, in this arena, only one side—Ling Feng or the Qin family—would walk away alive.

The cigar fell to the ground. A round, uneven burn scar appeared on Hu Fei’s forehead. Blinding. Hideous. Repulsive.

“The two of us are actually quite strong already. In the eyes of ninety percent of the Transcendent God users, we would qualify as experts.” Zhao Dingguo thought for a moment, then decided to offer Li Feng a little guidance.

On one hand, she was desperate to escape. On the other, she was willing to seek out Su Liche and ask about the antidote to IUK for Li Mingyi’s sake.

I immediately turned around and reached out to seize the air before me. At once, a figure halted in front of me. I had caught the person by the wrist—and who else could it have been but Zhao Huan?

Luo Si watched as Zhao Huan’s body slowly vanished before him. His expression changed at once, and despair filled his eyes.

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