Chapter Thirty-One: She Longed to Escape

Ling Yinyin leaned weakly against Mo Yin’s chest. She wiped away her tears, unwilling to face Mo Yue.

Mo Yin’s voice was uncharacteristically gentle as he asked, "How... how are you feeling?"

Ling Yinyin buried her face and cursed, "You two bastards! Your technique is equally terrible! It hurts so much, boo-hoo..."

Mo Yue whispered in his defense, "It was my first time..."

"Shut up!" Ling Yinyin scolded through her tears. "I thought you were different from Mo Yin, that you’d be a good snake, but it turns out you’re even worse than him!"

The core technology for manufacturing explosives and cannons was held by the trio of Jue Sha, Yin Sha, and Mo Sha, leading the generals to assume that a traitor had emerged from among them.

"Mother Queen, I have come to confess. I have been unfilial; in truth, for these past few years, Yue’er has never consummated the marriage with Chu Yang." Upon hearing her mother’s words, Long Mingyue hurriedly revealed the truth. Thinking back, she realized she had been truly excessive; one could only imagine how much pressure Chu Yang had endured all these years.

This only made Hua Xiangrong feel more resentful and jealous. So what if she had the Emperor’s favor? In the future, she would be nothing more than a high-ranking tool for consolidating power.

A smile played on Ye Fengxiu’s handsome face. Beyond gratitude, his eyes seemed filled with a joyful, eager anticipation for the family trial scheduled for tomorrow.

Although the scene before his eyes appeared to be outdoors, it was, in reality, still occurring within the sea of consciousness of Ye Feng.

If not for the gravity of the situation and his lack of confidence in being able to kill Xia Chong with a single blow, he would have decisively plunged a needle into his vital point right then and there, rather than wasting time laughing.

Opening the wooden box, Ye Yi frowned slightly at the two cyan spiritual herbs lying inside, feeling the fluctuations of wind energy radiating from them.

Hearing the sound, Ye Yi turned to look. However, after the knock, the door opened to reveal not Master Hei Qi, who was to devise the method for clearing his meridians, but a young, handsome man dressed in opulent robes.

At the same time, he signaled with his eyes for An Feixue to leave first. Her cold, aloof gaze lingered on him for a moment before she gave a nod of understanding. Her fiery aura dissipated, and she vanished from the hall like a fleeting shadow.

What surprised me even more was that there were far more ghosts in this unfinished building than I had imagined. They emerged in a steady stream, like an entire army of spirits; there must have been at least a hundred of them.

A sudden cry rang out from the summit of Tiger Mountain, laced with sobs and terror, chilling the already silent and murderous atmosphere of the mountain even further.

With a wild roar, I fused the golden, violent energy of the Metal element—controlled by the Qilin—with my own purple lightning, creating a super-powered golden-purple lightning.

As expected, when I produced the Nether Treasure Seal, Meng Po’s expression changed. Taking a deep breath, she gestured, and a large volume of water from the River of Forgetfulness was drawn into her cauldron. Using a secret technique to brew it, a fresh batch of Meng Po soup was ready in no time.

I sat in the main camp and said to Li Ru, "Li Ru, write a letter telling Jia Xu and Guo Jia that if any servants come to report that their masters are conspiring with Ma Teng and Han Sui, arrest the master of that household immediately, slaughter their entire family, and hang their heads on the city walls as a warning!" Li Ru took the order and went to carry it out.

"What do you want to talk about?" Sun Ce stopped in frustration. He realized that Gan Ning’s naval force had already surrounded his flagship. Even if he wanted to run, he couldn't. Furthermore, after what I had just said, he dared not flee.

In this way, the night of the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month became quite lively. The merchants had no intention of sleeping, hoping to make the most of their sales, and sure enough, people living nearby actually came out for a stroll at night.

Back then, had her bodyguard not locked the door and engaged the deadbolt before rushing out to seek help, she would have long ago perished in the jaws of those frenzied monsters that no longer resembled humans. The scenes of madness and bloodlust were something she had never witnessed in her life, and that memory was something she would likely never be able to forget.