Chapter 38

Yunyu had once seen the Ice Crystal Illusory Art in the Hall of Rare Techniques. At the time, the cultivator there had remarked that this art was the foundational technique of the Ice Crystal Palace.

Upon learning this, I did not contradict him. Instead, I felt that his talent for "instant familiarity" might actually prove useful.

"I heard that the Zhong family's eldest young mistress was attacked by a horse and has remained in a coma ever since," Murong Kun said, noticing that no one else was engaging with him, and deliberately cast a glance at Murong Feng.

The Cangming sword once again emitted a red glow, enveloping Zhao Ming before vanishing in a flash. When it reappeared, it had already arrived inside the Hall of Imitated Immortals. Zhao Ming guided the sword to descend slowly, landing on the floor of the hall. Only after ensuring there was no immediate danger did he let out a deep sigh of relief.

At this age, if something is too difficult to understand, it is better to leave it for another time; why waste such energy?

Sometimes I truly admire Old Jin’s damn boldness—his willingness to risk his life for wealth. In his worldview, money is omnipotent; it has gone beyond the saying that money can make the devil push the millstone, reaching the perverse extent where money can make the millstone push the devil.

Accompanied by the rambling of the old man known as Old Yan, Xia Mingfeng placed his spirit hoe in the room and finished handing over his task. Just as he was about to bow, the sound of snoring emerged; Old Yan had slumped over the table and fallen asleep again. Shaking his head with a bitter smile, he left.

Lu Qiu and Meng Ran relied on each other, and their strength was roughly equal. It made little difference which one Ye Zhuo attacked first. However, he had targeted Lu Qiu only to change direction midway to strike at Meng Ran. Although this allowed him to evade those few streaks of red light, it was useless; he had merely wasted his true energy and stamina for nothing.

After sensing his internal state, he could perceive changes everywhere following his breakthrough in cultivation, yet he did not detect a single trace of the Blood Soul Spirit. Ye Zhuo felt much more at ease; at least for the moment, there was nothing to worry about. As for the future, he would cross that bridge after dealing with these people.

A sword rose, and the moonlight across the sky condensed, as if all its brilliance were concentrated upon that blade. The slender sword swept lightly through the air, creating a vast expanse of crystalline ripples that rolled toward Luo Tian amidst the wind.

In normal circumstances, he would have been grinning from ear to ear, but at this moment, he was so shocked that he was at a loss, panicked to the extreme. He didn't even know where to put his hands.

He was telling Xu Jingru that if she did not make a decision now, she would miss this opportunity.

Listening to her explanation, I really didn't know what to say. She was too kind; it turned out that it was all to save Xiao Ran. She was willing to put herself in harm's way just to reach him. Regarding this, what else could I say?

It seemed as though Murong Xi's words reminded the officials, who then took a careful look at King Jue, who was 'drifting' on the surface of the lake.

To Yao Siqing, the expression on Fu Lingya's face looked like a silent admission, a look of regret upon being exposed.

"Impressive," I thought. To be this arrogant while only having ten thousand yuan left on him, he was truly something else. I figured that once he walked out of here, he’d have maybe three to five thousand left, given that he’d ordered a whole table of things—the bill would surely be several thousand.

Gradually, sleepiness washed over me, and a wave of fatigue surged toward my brain, causing me to drift into a deep slumber. By the time the sunlight filtered through the window the next day, I realized it was already morning, but Zhao Xiwen was nowhere to be found.

"No, Li He and the others are still here!" How could I possibly abandon them and go into hiding myself?

"In that case, for a rough-and-ready warrior, this is quite a high compliment, isn't it?" Cao Futian asked.

Blood continued to spill from Luo Qiu's mouth. At this moment, his eyes were filled with a sinister gloom, and the coldness piercing through his body caused him great agony.

Before she could even finish her sentence, Xu Zi-xiang and Shi Haodong both let out cold snorts and glared at each other.

Liang Xuechen had lost his memories, yet he still remembered Shen Susu. If they could end up together without any intervention from me, it would prove their love was genuine, and I would sincerely wish him happiness.

Su Lian reached out to take out the set of clothes and tossed them onto the bed. Perhaps the movement was too forceful, as something suddenly rolled out of the pocket, rolling and rolling until it finally came to a stop at Su Lian's feet.

Mu'er responded by taking the Snake-Tongue Needle to Bing Yu. Bing Yu opened the box, took out a long silver needle, and gently pierced the deceased’s throat—no poison. She then pricked the abdomen—still no poison.

The words Bai Lian spoke at this moment were naturally intended to disgust Ye Yunqi. One must know that for Oufi to commit such a shameless act, the child in her womb might not even be whose it was claimed to be. Bai Lian said this now merely to pin this sordid affair on Ye Yunqi.

The newcomer ignored everything else, was helped to sit down across from Mu Huiru, and stared at her. Even though a veil covered her face, Mu Huiru could see the faint smile in her eyes.

She had thought that once the bride and groom bowed to heaven and earth, to their parents, and to each other, it would be over. Who knew that the complexity of this wedding would be even more troublesome than when she had been married off to the Lixia Kingdom?

She used to be afraid, fearing he might do something terrifying. Now that she knew he wouldn't, she was still afraid; her heart hammered violently, though she didn't know what she feared.

Grandma was angry, and the consequences were severe. However, although Song Tianming couldn't run this household, neither could Grandma. Even though he knew her words were just a fit of temper and couldn't be taken seriously, Song Tianming still felt a sense of inexplicable irony.

Her ink-black hair, devoid of complex hairpins or ornaments, lay spread across the scarlet silk bed, exuding an indescribable charm. Even though Yuchi Jin was a man of ascetic and clean desires, seeing this, his composure could not help but be shaken.