Chapter 81: True Splendor
“Sister, I finally understand. The reason why Jiang Chen doesn’t dote on you isn’t because he doesn’t love you—it’s because he treats everyone equally!”
“Don’t lose heart, Qingcheng. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. Didn’t you see how anxiously he tried to explain himself?”
Inside the room, Su Luoxue laughed so hard that she almost doubled over. “Don’t worry, I…”
In truth, any group that can become an affiliate of the Palace of Nine or the Hall of Asura must possess considerable strength. If things really came to a deadly conflict, even the Mysterious Order wouldn’t escape unscathed.
At this moment, the Flame King resembled a wounded beast, desperately struggling in its final moments, a hint of madness flickering in its eyes.
Nangong Yang walked to the edge of the blood pool, gazed at the bubbling crimson liquid, and revealed a pleased smile. “It looks like the Blood Demon Beast is finally about to hatch!” As soon as he finished speaking, the bubbles on the surface multiplied rapidly, until the entire pool boiled as if set over flame.
With this in mind, she was all the more willing to endure the hardship. Each time she entered the barrel, she no longer needed Madam Dong to press her in or fish her out; she dove in herself, whether it was hot or cold, bearing it all without complaint.
Bai Yuhui weaved through the spheres of smoke, most of his attention absorbed in dodging them, leaving him unable to counterattack.
I glanced at Chun Ya; the once pale and trembling girl was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she had become the calmest among us.
Suddenly, a voice as clear as a mountain spring drifted over. Though it was only a sigh, Hong Liu felt as if struck by lightning, leaving her speechless and dazed.
Wei Xun and Qi Dazhi, together with A Li, eliminated the zombies above. As the group descended, Xu Yichen was still in the midst of a killing frenzy—yet in a short while, all the blue vanished.
Chun Ying did not go far. She simply circled in front of the coach inn, gazing at the lively flower market in the distance. Suddenly, something cold touched her head; snowflakes drifted gently from the sky, melting into sparkling drops in her palm before vanishing.
In such circumstances, the thought of slipping away to find the Third Young Master or Zhou Nian was pure fantasy. Chun Ying began to strategize, hoping to request a day or half-day’s leave to visit her parents and perhaps find Dian Ran to send a message to the Third Young Master.
“Whatever the young master wishes, I will do.” Zhen Yan agreed without hesitation.
This was the most prestigious estate in the city; Chi Wan had heard of it long ago. A city filled with the wealthy, but to acquire a home here was not something money alone could buy.
“Young master, you certainly know how to trouble Yuan Xianyi. I can’t wait to see the look on his face,” Tian Feng said, shaking his head with a smile.
The Volcano Beast was one of the most fearsome creatures in Desolate Prefecture. Massive in form and gifted with innate strength, even experts of the Qi Domain would be terrified upon encountering one.
As for Liu Zhiyu’s actions, she felt sincere admiration—this was how a true man should be. His unyielding spirit radiated an aura of righteousness, stirring her heart despite herself.
He made himself the path, made his body the sword; with a movement of his fingers, he could transform them into a divine blade—sharp and unstoppable.
On the one hand, the Yellow Demon’s evil lingered like a malignant tumor, sure to bring disaster sooner or later.
A weary group pressed on, journeying for miles until they finally arrived beneath the old city tower of Jingju.
He knew well what kind of person she truly was, which is why he believed she was not as the rumors claimed.
In fact, as the years passed, Zhong Wuli presided over fewer and fewer meetings of the Li family, only convening the family for matters of utmost importance.
Shang Yu stepped forward and took a seat, but only perched on the edge of the chair, her body leaning slightly forward.
No one knew how much time had passed before, at last, Soga merged the final water element completely into his soul. Gazing within, a wisp of blue mist drifted ethereally through his soul’s domain; with a mere thought, the crystalline blue vapor surged and churned.