Chapter Thirty-Four: A Warning? Or a Discouragement?

Gu Yao stepped out of the villa, using the excuse of retrieving the pickled vegetables and local specialties brought by Qian Mu. As she exited, she happened to cross paths with Lu Zheng’s mother, Qiao Shuangqing. She was a woman of extraordinary poise, hailing from a prominent family, her elegance appearing as natural as breath itself. Although her marriage to Lu Zheng’s father had been a strategic alliance, they had grown to love one another, making theirs a rare and beautiful union in the landscape of high-society marriages. Seeing Gu Yao, she paused and turned toward her.

In this peculiar space, it took Li Yang a long time to gradually regain his senses, even though what had happened had already occurred, and it was not Li Yang whom Yang Qing had saved. Enduring the agony of the Nine-Insect Dissolution, Hu Ximei had paid the price of shedding her mortal coil to be reborn, but the body she had possessed was now on the verge of collapsing and being destroyed once and for all.

Li Kui broke free from everyone, grabbed a firewood axe he kept nearby, and with a single strike, cleaved the steward.

Li Jian smiled, feeling that perhaps things were fine as they were; with everyone together, chatting, laughing, and bickering, this life could be considered quite happy.

Watching the blood-stained blade rapidly enlarge in his pupils, Li Yang had never felt death so close. He desperately tried to shake off the skeletal hands gripping his feet, but it was already too late.

"I heard there was trouble in the army?" Lu Pingcai had not been sitting for long when he heard someone enter; it was Yuyan.

If that happened, the guests would surely be dissatisfied. If they started crowding around demanding refunds, the business would be impossible to continue.

Zheng Yan was right; a prisoner’s suicide would bring negative repercussions and have a devastating impact on the prison administration. Changing the nature of the situation would alter everything entirely.

As for Lian Haiping’s true self, his cultivation had broken through the realm of God-Communication over a century ago. He was now steadily approaching the final stage; the Holy Realm of Ghost Arts was no longer a distant dream.

When the Silver Fox found the two brothers, although their individual strength was not particularly formidable, the equipment of their battleships, energy reserves, and soldiers left the Silver Fox speechless. In a mere ten thousand years, it was impossible to fathom how these two freaks had managed to assemble such an army.

It was evident from this that even the blood of a million people was nothing to the Nether Ghost Sword.

The cake shop offered a wide variety of styles. Qin Yuelan scanned the room before finally stopping in front of a three-tiered cake.

Prince Jing, Zhu Qiyu, lowered his head and said nothing more. After all, presenting such an outrageous military report was indeed a grave error.

Taking advantage of the fact that the guests were not looking, the judge who had been twisted in amusement quickly wiped the smile from his face and composed himself.

Moreover, Huo Hanhui’s name was already on the list of guesses regarding who her ex-husband was. Only by mixing truth with falsehood could one be truly convincing.

Although this was also a braided style, it was undeniably much more fashionable than the common pigtails seen all over the streets these days.

Ning Yuan frowned repeatedly as he watched Ning Xun’s state. He had originally thought that Consort Xiao’s past behavior—her inability to tolerate anyone surpassing her son—stemmed from a deep love for him. But seeing Ning Xun now, terrified out of his wits, he could only wonder how Consort Xiao usually treated him.

Fan Jin, however, could not spare a thought for anything else at that moment. He told himself that the heavens had truly blessed him, his ancestors’ graves were emitting auspicious smoke, and that his persistent efforts had finally yielded a response—his daily toil had not been in vain.

Although Leng Qingqing did not understand how this official couple had turned into what they were now, some things simply happen.

It was pitch black all around. Qin Yuelan was worried about mistaking someone else for him, but when Liu Bing called her "sister-in-law," she knew she was right.

"Is there really nothing you can do about that unconscious ability?" Reimu asked, curious. She had always believed that this power, originating from a variant of their race of youkai, should be controllable by their own inherent abilities. Now, it seemed that was not the case.

A series of sparks erupted as the assault of the Mysterious Iron Heart was obstructed. In the direct collision with the Blood-Stained Magic Shield, the two fell into a stalemate.