Chapter 62: The Mysterious Dark Figure

Having just experienced a heavy rainstorm, the Orchid Residence appeared somewhat desolate. The occasional crisp sound of raindrops dripping from the eaves left Chiba feeling somewhat restless.

Feng Beichen had previously fought against the Reincarnation Elder and Jie, and back then, Jie's attitude toward the Reincarnation Elder had been one of utmost respect.

Jun Xi knitted his brows, feeling that something was slightly amiss with that statement, yet he could not pinpoint exactly where the problem lay for the moment.

Running this way while watching with her own eyes as Changsun Chulan vanished the instant he saw her without even a greeting, how could Liu Wanting, whose temper was already blazing, possibly hold back any longer?

Clearly, she had merely performed a completely normal autopsy on a corpse, without even removing the internal organs yet, so what on earth was she afraid of?

By the day of the Embracing ceremony, Shen Muqing was led away and scrubbed thoroughly from head to toe. Afterward, she was brought by a vampire to the Duke.

When he came to the capital to take care of Xiao'er, he had also stubbornly insisted on dragging her along, leaving her with no choice but to abandon the affairs of Mount Jiuhua and descend the mountain in his company.

Hearing this, Dongfang Hong abruptly reined in his horse. The steed let out a long neigh, lifting its front hooves high and prancing in circles on the spot.

Raising her eyes, she discovered that all the surrounding tables and chairs had been completely restored, with damaged ones replaced by new ones.

Even if you are at the late stage of the Jiexuan Realm, you don't need to boast so outrageously. You must know that Liushan County has always been plagued by rampant bandits. The imperial court has sent generals leading troops to suppress them countless times, but relying on the terrain, they always manage to escape in large numbers, resulting in a situation where wild fires cannot burn them out and spring breezes bring them back to life.

With a wave of his hand, everyone set into motion—a full fifty or sixty people, which constituted half of their total manpower. This showed just how much importance he attached to this mission.

"I will be parting ways with you shortly; I am going to explore the deeper parts of the mine shafts," Duan Qiu said only after confirming there was no danger around.

Lost in chaotic thoughts, Yefeng subconsciously raised his hand to clutch at the air in front of him while muttering incantations under his breath.

They conversed in the darkness, and the nearby vegetation seemed tainted with a hint of malevolent aura. A gust of wind blew by, scattering the black smoke into the air, and a flock of crows soared up into the sky, disappearing into the shadows of the distant mountains.

Although on the surface Donathesis was uninjured, in reality, she still sustained some minor internal injuries after covertly employing her martial arts earlier.

"Dad, Uncle, are you alright?" Zheng Ji looked the two of them up and down, a flash of worry crossing his features.

When the searchlight passed over, Yuan Xing climbed out from beneath the car and inched his way step by step toward the guard tower in the corner.

"Second Sister, that boy Zheng Ji opened a coffee shop in Beijing and even let us buy shares in it. Over the past half year, the dividends from the coffee shop have far exceeded the wages of the two of us combined," Li Xiuhe said.

Zheng Ji nodded, signaling with his eyes to the students below, and then slowly loosened his grip. Zhao Tong's body grew light as she fell from the air onto a soft quilt. Rolling twice, she was lifted up by a group of students and carried to the infirmary.

Everyone stood at the feet of the Luofu Sect Leader, looking up at him in awe. Even those who had never traveled to North Lü Province were watching via magic spells.

Inside the prison cell, Feng Guang, sitting in the corner, looked at her second aunt's indignant expression, then at her second uncle's livid face in the opposite cell, and heaved a deep sigh.

Gazing aside, Su Yunliang instinctively looked in the direction of the newcomers, and at a glance, she spotted the Prince of Donglai. However, failing to recognize his identity, she merely thought that this person was dressed far too lavishly—the epitome of a nouveau riche.

The next day, Feng Guang was summoned to the head teacher's office for a chat. The teacher, aware of her background, refrained from adopting a stern demeanor, but some veiled probing was still unavoidable.

That Mr. Su was wealthy enough to fund the First Prince in establishing the Church of Light; he could not possibly be a mere scion of an aristocratic family! What sort of enterprise lay behind him?

Su Yunliang nodded, flipped her palm over, and produced two talismans—none other than the mystic realm tokens she had accidentally acquired previously.

The Nine Stars Sect's Cuiyun Biluochun yielded a mere hundred-odd pounds a year and was never put up for sale. Unless one were an esteemed guest of the Nine Stars Sect, it was simply impossible for ordinary people to acquire even a tiny bit. If truly put on the market, an ounce of this Cuiyun Biluochun would be worth hundreds of thousands or even more.

Refusing to believe that this man could remain unmoved by such a "delightful to the eyes" sight, Feng Guang grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest, causing Gu Yan to freeze completely.

Probably no one would have imagined that the dignified Commander Mo could be shameless to such a degree, leveraging his own younger sister to breach the defenses of his brother-in-law—truly a formidable feat.

The three great poisons of the mortal world each concealed a bitter and touching secret behind them. Anyone unfamiliar with White Snow would never imagine that there were so many stories and so many people within this pugilistic world.

She wore a long, front-buttoned gown of cloud-brocade woven with colorful blooming flowers and flying butterflies, its waist adorned with a palace sash of multicolored silk knots and long tassels. Over this, she draped an embroidered silver-red cloak edged with white fox fur. Atop her flying-immortal bun rested a vermilion gold-and-kingfisher-feather hairpin inlaid with gemstones and double-happiness bats, while her ears were adorned with gold-threaded, eight-treasure gourd and celadon earrings. Bathed in opulence, she looked breathtakingly poignant.

They looked about in every direction, having never entered Cloud-West City before, and thus found everything within the city walls utterly fascinating.

Was it not out of fear that your heart would soften and you would actually agree to Yang Mu's request to help him? One only needed to look at the manager surnamed Mo's demeanor to understand how dire the situation really was.