Chapter 91: The Blood Moon Once More

She remembered. At last, Zhang Ya recalled exactly who the man in front of her was.

Wasn’t he Ye Cheng, Ye Mengxue’s younger brother?

That night, after Ye Mengxue had been drugged and dragged away by the hoodlums, Zhang Ya had secretly followed the crowd outside. Then she saw the renowned martial arts hall master Zhao Wuji knocked to the ground in just a few moves by Ye Cheng, while the rest of the ruffians, under his...

Hu Feiyun suddenly let out a muffled groan and staggered back through the void, as though he had taken a heavy blow.

Yin Yi looked up in surprise at Bai Shu’s cold features; he actually knew she was afraid of high-decibel sounds.

Nearly half of the thirty-thousand-seat venue was filled with Qu Xiaoxiao’s fans, and the thunderous cheers rolled over the arena like a tidal wave, shaking the floor beneath the stage.

In Zhong Nan’s sight, the force that had originally been surging toward them like a flood seemed abruptly dammed; its momentum immediately slowed. Every rider hauled hard on the reins and pressed his legs against his horse’s belly, trying to calm the animals, but it had little effect.

She was already fifty-eight this year, yet she looked as if she were only in her early fifties. When she smiled, she seemed like a child, her brows and eyes curved in warmth, lending her an unforced friendliness and kindness. But even without looking, Xie Shuning knew that smile was not meant for their mother and the siblings.

Ever since the day Xie Shuning left the Xie family for the palace with Yue Bai, Lu Nong’s resentment had grown stronger by the day.

After the federal government reviewed and accepted the results, Yin Yi became famous throughout academic circles. Everyone only knew that she was a student at the Institute of Life Sciences, but no one had ever seen her face, and they were deeply curious about her.

But he clearly knew that the Fourteenth Prince had appeared in the capital several days earlier and had not stayed in his own residence, but at the natal home of the Fourteenth Princess Consort. He must have been hiding something, yet he had never come close to the truth, and without seeing anything with his own eyes, everything remained a mystery.

After saying that, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly brought two fingers together and made a light slash. A streak of sword light tore through the space where the black-robed man had been, and then she skipped away and vanished into the distance.

As for what would happen next, they would deal with it when the time came. No one knew what would happen in a moment, and there was no real strategy to be made now.

Normally, white-quality gear was utterly useless, because white was the lowest tier, and there were far too many items better than that.

“These years, only you have been able to taste the tea I brought back from Hunan,” said Prince Zhou, sitting in the room and brewing the tea little by little.

After searching all around and finding no way out, the cave grew hotter and hotter. Cha Taifei had no choice but to prepare to climb upward and escape. Using a long blade, he cut the ribbed steel into two-foot lengths, sharpened one end of each, and made more than twenty of them. Sensing that it was about right, he took two of the rebars fitted with rings and ran to the cave mouth.

Inside the room sat a man in black. His features were ancient and severe, and a patch of indigo colored his forehead, making him seem almost inhuman.

“Not yet! The last thing you should be doing now is pressuring me. Stay here properly and don’t wander off. Otherwise, don’t blame me for not warning you.” Ji Shanlan seemed to have lost his patience.

“Very well, very well. A little rough weather at sea is common enough; it amounts to nothing,” said the third mate.

She looked at her master, utterly unable to understand why Master Muyan had appeared at this moment only to knock her master unconscious.

Princess Ren sent someone to invite the Tibetan nobleman, but the reply came back that there was a distinguished guest at a banquet in the palace, and he would come tomorrow.

“Then when do we leave, brother? I still need to make some preparations in advance,” Hanyan asked, changing the subject.

A series of bone-cracking sounds rang out as the seventh layer of hidden force from the Nine Dragon Shattering Mountain Fist instantly surged into Yao Jian’s body, shattering his bones to pieces.

“You—” Su Xuan was so frustrated she almost coughed up blood. After all these years in the assassin world, she had never suffered such a loss, yet in Lin Feng’s hands she could not even wrest control of a single cup of coffee.