Chapter Thirty-Six: The Allure of Wealth

Su Boyong and Su Zhongfan whispered quietly for a while and finally concluded that Su Chan must have found herself a wealthy patron—otherwise, she wouldn’t be acting so lavishly.

Having reached this conclusion, the two of them approached Ye Cheng and Su Chan once again to inquire about Ye Cheng’s purpose in coming here.

Su Zhongfan asked directly, “You say you’re not here to seize the family inheritance? Then Su Chan…”

Elder Ge, the guardian of the Division Treasure Cavern, had an unbreakable habit: every day at the hour of Shen, he would return to his cave to drink tea and then settle into meditation.

Yang Nana, like a fish diving into the quilt, entwined her limbs around Jiucai. The close contact of their skin nearly awakened a beastly desire in Jiucai once more.

Su Ming accepted his orders, but his heart was filled with sorrow, for this meant he had already been abandoned and had lost any chance to prove himself.

Yet the man seemed utterly unperturbed, simply gazing quietly into Luo Bi’s eyes. In his own, there was not a hint of confusion—if anything, they were excessively clear.

This wasteland of the Demon Realm stretched endlessly in every direction; not a blade of grass grew underfoot, and everywhere was scorched earth. Yiluo, supporting the gravely injured Baize, surveyed the barren landscape around them. Considering their current plight, a wave of desolation welled up within him.

Years had passed and they had all changed. Wounds once raw had been tempered by time and faded. Shen Miaoqing could now face Zhu Rongchen calmly but could not view him as a lover.

“But that Netherwater was indeed administered by Mojun, and the Lord of Bian City truly wanted you dead. Now the Lord of Bian City adamantly accuses me of attempting to assassinate him. I’m afraid even the Heavenly Emperor will need a reasonable explanation to quell this matter,” Mingchen said, still full of doubt.

The Kunlun Mirror mused that this fellow, because of Senior Sister An, seemed as skittish as a startled bird… Forget it, just go along with him for now.

As Yiluo fled with the crowd, he suddenly heard a baby’s cry behind him. He wondered in confusion how a baby could be crying in such a place, and couldn’t help but turn to look.

The Spirit-Capturing Underworld Flower he raised was naturally terrifying as well. Everyone had seen it with their own eyes, and their unease only deepened.

With a sudden kick to the thigh, people and horses tumbled in chaos; the tank flipped over like an old turtle, rolling into the ditch.

Even the lowest-ranking Abyssal Guards, not counting the resources they consumed for cultivation, needed at least two thousand taels of silver just for their armor and weapons.

The security here was also strict. Even though Zhao Tianming drove a Porsche SUV, because his face was unfamiliar, they dared not let him in easily.

Not only him—on the faces of Jing Baorui and the others, there was a deep look of suspicion and, more than that, anger.

Wang Jing calmed herself. Giving it deeper thought, she realized this idea wasn’t as good as she had imagined, which left her rather disappointed.

Suddenly, Lance drove his fist into Dr. Manhattan’s heart, his fist bursting out from the old man’s back.

Kushina planted a loud kiss on Chen’s face, covering her mouth as she giggled, and Meiqin joined in. The three of them were having a grand old time.

“All right,” Nicole shrugged helplessly. After all, she was in no position to argue, especially against this unreasonable, lawless young lieutenant.

Having done all this, Tang Xin activated the last remaining teleportation jade in his hand and entered the thirty-fifth domain of the Emperor’s Road.

His gaze sharpened, and a surge of intense spiritual power erupted from within as his hands formed seals and thrust forward.

“Fine, it seems you’re even more arrogant than people say. But today, you’ll be disappointed,” He Xiang said angrily.

As for matters concerning Nuwa, Ji Tian did not elaborate—it was someone else’s secret. After arranging for the reception of the stars, Ji Tian waved his hand and dismissed everyone.

“What is the purpose of my existence?” Long Ye, too, was caught in the throes of such complex emotions.