Volume One, Chapter 28: Shu Ya’s Affair Comes to Light

Zhang Fan had just sought her out, claiming Fu Jinyan needed her. Before she could even react, she was dragged into this room. Fu Jinyan approached her with bloodshot eyes, and Zhang Fan shut the door, leaving her alone with him.

Yes. She had struck a deal with Fu Jinyan. She was willing to trade her body for a future.

Yi Nanxun stood where he was, watching those two silhouettes—one white and one purple. A flicker of worry crossed his eyes; the Heart-Devouring Gu was taking effect again, and her memories seemed to be growing chaotic and distorted.

Murong Yinzhu watched. The man's build was strangely familiar—slender, yet sturdier than Rong Huazui’s. His hair was tied back. As the moon emerged from the dark clouds, its light slowly illuminated his face, and Murong Yinzhu realized who he was.

"Yes, Your Highness," Lian Cheng said, unwillingly. Before leaving, he cast a glance at Mu Jingqi, then turned and rode away.

In truth, Murong Yinzhu was merely admiring the phoenix crown; it was truly beautiful. The South Sea pearls on it must have been expensive, and the pure gold base felt heavy in her hands.

Two people who should have been cooperating were, at this moment, already plotting how to kill one another.

Susan looked at him with disappointment, then glanced at Xiao Baizhu, who maintained his usual indifferent air.

The Noble Attendant’s words stirred a inexplicable melancholy in Luo Yuling. Although she found such a feeling strange, she did not dwell on it, merely attributing it to a pang of guilt for having neglected such a pitiful, lovely man.

"Originally, I didn't know, but now, I am certain. As the supreme commander of this ship—though, in fact, I am merely a consultant," Xiao Baizhu could not help but sigh.

She coughed a few times, but the man did not even turn his head. His focus was admirable, as if he bore a grudge against the road itself. He stared fiercely ahead, his eyes unblinking for a long time, showing no signs of fatigue.

Yun Duoduo agreed deeply. The law was nothing more than whatever the Emperor said; whatever left his lips became the law.

The best strategy is to reinforce the walls and clear the fields so the Yellow Turbans retreat for lack of food; the middle strategy is to strike directly at the heart of the rebellion so the bandits scatter without their leaders; the lowest strategy is to use conventional forces and surprise maneuvers to overcome the rebels.

Bai Tianfan had calculated that in one week, there would be a resurgence of heaven and earth energy, no less significant than the descent of the Emperor’s Nectar two months prior.

Having endured the hardships of the past, he had now succeeded, yet misfortune had arrived unexpectedly to find him.

"Ever since we emerged from the Abyss of Death, I, Tian Li, swore that I would walk this path with you! Good brothers, if we are to die, we shall die together!" After Tian Li spoke, the eyes of the five beasts were filled with fervent determination.

His hand now held a sphere, similar in color to the skin of the tyrant Sauron—a bronze hue, yet with a metallic luster that looked quite peculiar.

"Are you Shana?" Just as Shana was expressing his dissatisfaction, a young voice suddenly called out to him.

His friend looked at his stiff expression, which carried a hint of hidden rage, and was too frightened to say anything.

The sparse intelligence on the screen, along with a long string of unknowns and question marks, made the identity of the Taoist Song Yu increasingly elusive.

For instance, if a rapist commits a crime and claims he did not know it was wrong because no one taught him, honestly, do not waste words—just slap him across the face; anything more would be superfluous.

The night fell feebly, draping layers of thin, paper-like gray over the hellish red earth, as if trying to bury the horrific scene deep beneath the ground.

However, offending Li Er was a task that required a professional. Thus, everyone turned their eyes simultaneously toward Wei Zheng.