Fifty

On the surface, Su Yun appeared angelic, but within, she was a devil. Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Xiaobao had carefully informed her of He Mian’s preferences in advance, lest she cross any lines—this now provided her with great advantage.

The thing He Mian hated most: others wearing his clothes. The second thing he hated most: fire. Thus, Su Yun arranged everything with meticulous care, all to provoke He Mian’s fury.

...

“I… I’ll report you to Lord Yingbei!” Wang Ying, seeing Gu Fan’s fearless demeanor, was so angry her teeth chattered as she threatened viciously.

Ji Fa, holding a teacup, lowered his head in thought, his mind far less tranquil than his outward appearance suggested.

Ke Ke found himself dumbfounded when he could no longer breathe fire. He tried several more times in succession, but still, not even a spark emerged.

Xin Ao’s Five Dragon Array was originally a magical formation that relied on a staff, but Xin Ao had asked the Sky Warriors to assist. As a result, his formation was now plagued by a conflict between martial energy and magical power—an obvious weakness.

“But his disgusting manner just makes it impossible for me to be nice,” Nangong Wei muttered awkwardly.

These two lines, accompanied by a few blurry images, spread through the inboxes of nearly every employee at Shengze in no time.

If Yin Ziye hadn’t come to save her today, he wouldn’t have been injured. Xu Yaran now felt she owed so many people—from Tu Baobao to Yin Ziye. For some time now, she had always been troubling them with her problems.

The ghosts Lin Hao released surged like the dark shadow that had just attacked him, striving to break the shadow shield. Yet, lacking in follow-up strength, they failed to shatter it and dissipated entirely within five seconds.

“I don’t know,” Ding Ding slowly shook his head, looking just as puzzled by the matter. Trapped in this place, he could find no way to uncover the truth. It was as if the closer one got to the truth, the harder it became to truly know what it was.

That person stood with his back to the light, so Tong Guai Guai could not see his face clearly. Yet with such a powerful presence, there was no need to guess—it was the cunning lord.

“Tao Hua really is my last card. Once I defeat him, I can finally rest…” Zhao San explained, eyes closed.

This incident sounded a warning bell for everyone—the newly crowned Blood Queen was no easy foe, and her place in the king’s heart was clearly significant.

Soon after, they heard a man’s pained wail: “A traitor in my own house has killed me,” followed by silence. Yan Zhuang and An Qingshu exchanged glances and hurried into the Hall of Virtuous View. Once inside, the Mighty King of the Law and the Upright King of the Law also pulled Lin Yin in after them.

Just as Lei Min poured all his strength into releasing his soul energy, Jupiter sensed his presence and appeared instantly on that very planet.

They found the entire space resembled a palace of crystal—dazzlingly bright everywhere, making their heads spin. Yet it was undeniably different; to call it grand and luxurious would be no exaggeration.

Old Bian considered this information as his last lifeline. After much deliberation, he finally revealed it, only to be shocked by the pockmarked man’s intense reaction. Realizing he had caused trouble, the meal he had just eaten churned uncomfortably in his stomach.

“Have you ever blamed me, or hated Lady Ping? If not for these circumstances, you would have long held the title of Queen Mother in this Spiced Chamber, not waited until today.” The words seemed both a genuine question and a test, the gaze unwavering, leaving Huo Chengjun no room to evade.

Lin Yin thought for a moment and said, “Manichaeans are spread across every region and prefecture—there must be at least a hundred thousand of them.” Lin Yin knew the Beggar’s Sect was the largest in the land, with nearly two hundred thousand registered disciples. The Manichaeans were fewer, but rumored to number no less than one hundred thousand.

As he trembled with fear, Longjiang suddenly approached He Lang, staring closely at his face, then peering behind him, repeating the process several times.