Chapter Thirty-Four: Conspiracy

The Crown Prince replied in a solemn voice, “His Majesty is the Son of Heaven of Great Jing. He has not shown himself in public for a long time, and people’s hearts are easily thrown into confusion. Appearing today, even briefly, will quickly steady the court and reassure the people.”

“I had no choice,” the Prince of Wei snorted. Ignoring the Crown Prince’s lofty-sounding words, he summoned two tall, sturdy guards and had them support the dizzy and lightheaded Emperor Xiaowen back to the imperial couch.

Emperor Xiaowen had been unconscious for several days and had only awakened that morning. Putting on his dragon robe, sitting upon the imperial throne, and saying a few words had already exhausted his vitality.

“You’re leaving the Withered Sword Sect?” Autumn Blueheart stared at Tang Xin in astonishment, as though she found the idea utterly unbelievable.

Space twisted and shattered. Boulders flew in every direction, while mighty saber auras and sword rays carved hundred-mile-long rifts across the earth.

Yet during their retreat, Wang Chaoyang and the others had already confirmed that Tao Yuan and Li Hui had perished. What was going on?

Within the Netherworld Purgatory, Tang Xin summoned the Purgatory Spirit. When the spirit saw that Tang Xin had entered with nothing but his consciousness, it was deeply astonished, believing it far too dangerous.

When the Crown Prince heard Ran Fei say this, he was greatly comforted, and his desire to win Ran Fei over grew even stronger.

King Xiang of Qi was furious when he received the news. He hurriedly summoned his ministers to discuss the matter, and Ran Fei was once again called into the royal palace.

The young man let out a low shout. The starry sky before him rippled in three successive layers, and wherever he passed, a sea of blood churned. Spatial energy merged with the energy of the universe’s origin, forming a world of asuras that completely enveloped everyone.

“By the way, Brother Song, I waited for most of the night, but the shadow never came again. Do you think he noticed something in secret?” Shen Jiannan withdrew his hand and spoke.

Ran Fei was enfeoffed as Senior Minister of the North. After resting in Linzi for several days, he bade farewell to the King of Qi and returned to Jimo with his brothers.

“Haha!” Helian Mingkong laughed softly, her eyes clear and bright. In a daze, Dugu Jue thought he was looking at the girl she had been at fourteen.

In theory, once a certain level of cultivation was reached, one should be able to command the corresponding divine abilities. In practice, however, because of unstable foundations, insufficient power, shallow comprehension, inadequate training, or the particular focus of one’s cultivation method, many practitioners were unable to use them at first.

Those cars with counterfeit license plates must have been deliberately left there by that group of people, specifically to make the fire burn more thoroughly.

Across the boundless desert, wind and sand raged unchecked. Qin Rui and his four companions pressed slowly onward against the storm, leaving several rows of deep footprints behind them. Yet within moments, the windblown sand had completely covered them, concealing them beneath the desert.

When Aunt Du heard that Chen Xi had a fever, her heart ached terribly. She came over, helped Chen Xi sit up, took her temperature, and gave her some fever medicine.

After Lan Yu finished speaking, he left the Qin residence with the pills. Qin Rui and the Qin family elders had heard every word clearly: three disciples of the Lan family had been chosen by the Purple Cloud Sect. A single family could already rival Luyang City. It seemed the Qin family absolutely had to win the Lan family over; doing so would benefit them greatly.

From the genes of the Namekian dragon clan, Ji Wuming knew that even the greatest magic of all—the Dragon Balls—could not cultivate time. At most, they could manipulate it.

The soundproofing in this house was poor. At the same time, the living room had probably heard the tense confrontation in our room, and the atmosphere next door had grown strained as well.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Si, who was standing not far away, drew in a sharp breath. The sound was so loud that even Zhong Miaoshu cried out that something terrible had happened.

The golden flames continued for an entire hour. The flesh and blood of the Golden Silkworm Shadow Serpent had been burned into an indistinct mass, while its white beast core hovered in the air. Qin Rui had never expected that the Golden Silkworm Shadow Serpent before him, which was already capable of human speech, would fail to conceal its beast core before death.

The two figures collided, and a powerful storm swept across the ground, forcing everyone nearby to retreat a step. But it was not over yet. Qin Changkong’s right hand transformed into a blade of fire and plunged straight into the White Tiger’s heart.