Volume One, Chapter 30: What Should Sister Yingzi Do?

Things were moving further and further beyond her control. Scenery frowned, feeling as if the path beneath her feet had reached a fork; how should she choose?

Lin Wenlang glanced at the silk handkerchief, then put it away and said, “Alright, let’s leave it at that…” Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind them. Cold Moon whispered, “Hurry, let’s go.” The two of them then pretended to be strangers, passing each other by.

At that moment, a sudden heat flashed through the deep blue of Ye Xuan’s eyes. Just then, the dazzling golden emblem caused Wang Qiang’s body to tremble involuntarily.

The Second Madam, half-convinced, said, “Then… make a set. If it doesn’t suit me, I won’t accept it—you’ll have to make another.” Su Yun didn’t even want to respond.

Cold Moon was stunned for a few seconds, then hurried forward, helping him up with both hands. “You say you’re loyal to me, but so suddenly—how can I believe you?” She used “me,” not “Your Highness,” simply to draw them closer.

“Alright, today’s finally my turn for a stroke of luck.” The young man shouted, drawing the attention of many around.

Displeased by his commanding tone, Ice Dance hesitated for a second, but still climbed into the carriage.

“I don’t intend to do anything. They won’t escape for long—at least not from the Demon Realm. You’re free to pursue them,” Haotian replied.

“You must promise not to let the bodyguards hit us anymore.” In just a few seconds, Li Yiyan had suffered enough, and her gaze toward the two bodyguards was now filled with dread.

The engineer at the refinery’s anti-air missile base stared in astonishment at the radar screen, then looked out the command post window to see two massive cylinders trailing red tails barreling toward the refinery. His eyes widened in terror as he stumbled to sound the alarm—but it was already too late.

Watching Liang Shan leave without a backward glance after uttering just one sentence, Le Ting felt a surge of anger and wanted to curse him fiercely. But seeing his figure about to disappear, she bit her lip, grabbed her luggage, and hurried after him.

He couldn’t help but recall the scene he had just witnessed—not only were there cultivators, but also many immortals. He soon asked Jia Baoyu about their strength, so he could prepare for future encounters.

Su Jinsheng made no move at all. Her attire today was quite casual—a plain white T-shirt, tight jeans below, and her hair simply pulled into a ponytail.

Days of frantic travel and desperate escape had left Xu Qinghe utterly exhausted, drained of all strength. All she wanted was a hearty meal, then to return to her room for a good, long sleep.

Lu Heng silently resolved to repay Li Chunfeng for his repeated support and assistance.

Seeing this, Leng Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief. Yet as time wore on, her head felt heavier, as if filled with lead, and her consciousness began to blur. She had to prop her chin with her arm, forcing herself to stay focused—the fiery taste of the liquor made her keep reaching for more food.

“Hey, Chen Shao, what’s going on?” Having been busy with her livestream, Zhou Jia’er hadn’t come over earlier; now sensing something was wrong, she pointed her phone at Chen Shao while questioning him.

This person was now irrelevant to him. Even hearing news about her stirred no emotion, as if he were listening to a story—an utterly tedious story.

“Whether you’re worthy or not, you don’t get to decide.” Ye Feng clasped his hands behind his back, spine straight, eyes sharp as lightning, his half-smile giving the impression he was carrying the weight of the world.

In that instant, it was as if someone had blocked his ears—every sound abruptly ceased, unbearably strange.

This device only summoned villains, blatantly exposing the wicked filth of its owner’s heart.

Bloodstained, tearful almond eyes, their corners tilted in fear and hostility, sent chills through Mu Qianxun.

Yet the reply was a deafening roar—a blast that shattered his eardrums, sending twin jets of blood spurting forth.

Everyone who heard the sound lost all other thought, staring dazed at the figure seated in midair, and the colossal Taiji diagram a thousand feet across.

What troubled Mu Qianxun wasn’t Duan Meng, but Ye Li. Hearing from others that her subordinate, friend, and sister was a princess of the enemy nation—and realizing she’d been kept in the dark—was an unbearable sting.

Mu Yilin’s eyes brightened. She spoke gently, “Why not… temporarily abolish the Crown Prince’s title to appease public resentment and suppress the scandal of my sister-in-law being the harbinger of the demon star?”

The Soul Devourer’s eyes widened as it stared at the figure who watched it coldly, feeling a sensation it recognized as terror.

A clear, melodious voice sounded—Nian Yun, very close in the courtyard, separated by only a wooden door.

North of the palace at the foot of the mountain lay the East Market, where official garments and royal attire were made.

Zhou Jingxue’s brow furrowed. Her expression held no hint of emotion. Seeing this, Li Xing, whose head had been heated by the lively argument between Li Meng and the others, finally cooled down a bit. Watching Zhou Jingxue shake free of his hand, he didn’t immediately reach out again.

“Gu Qingkuang, I am Ye Chenming, Deputy Chief of the local Public Security Bureau. Please come with me to the bureau to explain your unprovoked attack on Ding Le two days ago.” Ye Chenming displayed his credentials.

Even the teacher himself didn’t believe in truly selfless philanthropists, but Yin Lian’s actions were so like those legendary tycoons—those who rescue the protagonist from disaster, and even restore the outlook and faith of those facing ruin—she seemed a true mentor by example.

Liu Yang pointed at the men in the room, wanting Mo Ran to leave them. Everything else was secondary; he simply envied these “clingy leeches.”

The administrator opened the door a crack, and the goat immediately bounded inside, as if returning home.

A dense, violent aura rose from its body; the gray-black bone spurs around its neck were shrouded in a black light, flashing an icy, unsettling gleam.