Chapter 16: The Little Scheme

Jin Liu neither dodged nor flinched. At this moment, his entire body radiated an intensely sharp sword intent. He opened his mouth and expelled a powerful sword qi in one breath, directly slashing toward Su Qi’s forehead.

Gently touching its body, feeling the abnormal heat emanating from it, Li Zimu felt no anxiety; instead, he was quite pleased, for this situation meant that Pudding was about to undergo some changes again.

Xia Qing looked down and realized she had been so caught up in anger that she had stormed into the room wearing high heels.

Of course, there was another reason: Zhang Lianqiao was not from a wealthy family and had been exposed to the outside world from a young age. Although she was not as refined in etiquette as those from affluent families, her experience with interpersonal matters was far superior. This practical experience better suited his needs.

The cold and desolate room lacked any warmth or life, but the large bed was suffused with the scent of Li Qingya. As soon as he lay down and breathed in her fragrance, his longing became overwhelming, intensifying his desire.

With this in mind, Chen Mu felt that his heart was perhaps overly sentimental, believing that he needed to find the right person, not just settle or get by.

“Is fame and fortune really that important?” Leng Qianyun seemed to be asking Yang Xuan’ao, but also herself.

When Yu Huan saw Yuan Wuyi charging with his sword, she remained unmoved, a faint smile on her lips. Her robe fluttered gently without wind, exuding the aura of a true master.

Even when forced to face the media, Yang Lizheng rarely spoke. When he did, it was only pleasantries.

Yang Lizheng was a man of reason, a problem-solver. Since someone had come to him with a matter, he felt obliged both morally and logically to convey the message, though he held little hope for success.

Being able to kill a powerful subterranean being in an instant indicated that this weapon was at least of fine quality.

At the same time, Yue Tingcheng’s carefully arranged news agency began operating frantically, broadcasting the news of Director Li’s arrest extensively.

He noticed that Zhao Qingluo seemed markedly different this time she returned—more relaxed and even smiling a few times while talking with the children.

“Ever since you returned from Yangzhou with the young lady, you’ve been quite different from before,” Ling Xiu said quietly.

Originally, it was not so weak. As a voluntarily bonded race serving as nanny and protector, it could have retained its original power. But the demonic seed inside was inactive, forcing it to devote most of its energy to sustaining the seed; otherwise, if the seed died, so would it.

He had done many regrettable things, but the greatest regret was pushing a rabbit in front of Yu’er out of fear of being discovered.

Not to mention any villagers intending to harm a mage—if the mage deemed you guilty based on even slight disrespect in words, then you were indeed guilty; if the mage thought you deserved death, then death was your only fate.

Chen Shanshan followed the crowd silently. Though she appeared to be looking down at the ground, her ears were alert, gathering information from her surroundings.

Otherwise, the traditional Chinese virtue of modesty would have been tossed aside by Lu Man without a trace.

Jia San was unwilling to waste the opportunity painstakingly created by two elders. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Henry and seized the chance to cross the checkpoint, running toward the village.

Currently writing, this chapter still lacked over a thousand words. Tonight, the update would be late to complete this chapter fully.

Indeed, Lv Xuan had already found the murderer who killed the big dog, so why call him to bring so many rivals along?

Bideguan’s eyes lit up. He had never seen such a good omen before. Now that the other party made such a request, refusing would be foolish.

In Yunmeng City, Qin Wei and Zhen Yuanzhi stood side by side atop the city walls. Behind them were countless disciples of Wuzhuang Temple clad in mourning robes. A fierce killing intent gathered within the city.

However, even three thousand years ago, the Mysterious Emperor had not yet reached his peak as a Divine Emperor but should have been a high-level Divine Emperor. These divine monarch beasts naturally revered that emperor immensely. Thinking of this, Long Luo felt at ease.

The man said, “Aren’t you curious how we can maintain such forms despite being only souls?”

As his spiritual power gradually restored the damage inflicted by the dragon dagger, his ears, like wireless receivers, caught sounds from outside.

Hu Ao smiled gently, leading Xiu’er—who was seeing his immense power for the first time and remaining calm—into the campus.

Putting away his phone, fastening his seatbelt, he lightly pressed the accelerator, and the car smoothly sped forward.

Actually, this matter cannot entirely be blamed on Lei. The Chinese generally reject the Japanese, which is understandable since he himself deeply resented the Japanese.

But it was not impossible—after all, their son was fifty years old. At that age, he should be a soul cultivator. Long Luo was eager to meet this cultivator.

“Master, please calm down. Among Zhang Lu’s subordinates, the most capable fighters are the brothers Yang Ren and Yang Ang. Yang Ang is dead. Unless Yang Ren arrives in time to take over, with the wisdom and valor of the Grand General, capturing this pass will be no trouble,” Min He said, unaware that Yang Ren had been killed by Lü Meng.

“Buzz,” the rapidly spinning white lotus slowly descended. When it reached the iron sword pointing to the sky, it emitted a piercing sizzling sound. The iron sword, exuding majestic energy, let out a sharp wail, trembling slightly as if pressed by countless mountains.

An old man, about the same age as the Old Dragon King, strolled in leisurely with his hands behind his back. This was surely the legendary East Sea Dragon King Ao Guang.

Ye Tianxun looked up at the sky. Above the dark clouds stood hundreds of senior cultivators, dressed uniformly, their expressions cold or sinister, their bodies radiating demonic energy.

At this moment, Ye Yinfeng stood calmly as gentle as the wind and clouds. Beneath his sword-shaped eyebrows, his eyes shone brightly like the morning star. A faint smile curled his lips, and a chill radiated from him. The iron sword in his hand emitted a light victorious hum.

Now, the Spiritual Sovereign had spoken: whoever avenged the sect leader by killing the enemy would be rightfully entitled to become the new sect leader.

It must be known that on the Path of Fate, they had witnessed Yang You’s true strength and were completely convinced by his power. In their hearts, they had accepted Yang You as the unfathomable Shadow Lord.

Wukong released his grip, disappointed. “Go ahead. It seems you harbor no goodwill toward me. Forcing someone is not my style.” Saying this, he stylishly smoothed his hair, striking a self-admiring pose.