Ninety

As the saying goes, those involved are confused, while the bystanders see things clearly. Yuan Cheng, being even more of an outsider than Zhuang Jiang, could see Zhuang Jiang’s schemes with clarity. First, she borrowed another’s hand to kill, using Wei Qing to force He Mian into a compromise. Then, she made flowers bloom on the tree, exploiting He Mian’s feelings for Su Yun and his own sense of inferiority after being wounded. With a gentle nudge, their separation became inevitable. Meanwhile, Zhuang Jiang reaped all the benefits, keeping herself entirely uninvolved, step by step...

However, before the wild bear’s paw could touch Second Brother, a sudden surge of black mist erupted from Second Brother’s body.

Stone slept as if the world was plunged into darkness, sun and moon extinguished. When he awoke, it was already seven o’clock in the evening.

“If we don’t have the intention, does that mean the broom won’t fly?” Professor Os asked.

Xiao Jiangyuan had been somewhat muddled before, but now she was fully alert. She pushed Li Longji hard, seeing he remained completely unresponsive, unmoving even a fraction; with an air of inevitability, she stomped fiercely on Li Longji’s dark boots.

Once everyone regained their senses, their gazes turned in unison toward the Domain of the Eight Gods—or more precisely, toward Chu Feng.

Time ticked by, and the qigong master kept attacking relentlessly, while the old man dodged with ease. The qigong master was left gasping for breath, yet the old man remained composed.

Nevertheless, the Hand of the Divine King and the Seven Lights of Order were formidable, but the Ancestor of Divine Refinement and Ghost One were far more terrifying, dissolving the attacks in an instant.

Ye Tian returned to his suite at the Four Seasons Hotel with Wang Bingbing. At this moment, Wang Bingbing’s drunkenness had not fully worn off; as soon as she collapsed onto the bed, she fell asleep.

“Because you will never be my match,” the villainous demon roared, throwing a fierce punch that sent a beam of black energy hurtling toward Athena.

Yet, there was no time for the martial artists to linger in sentiment, for the most dangerous opponent was right before their eyes.

Unfortunately, not every so-called failure had the luck of Situ Nanya; many truly were unsuited for cultivation, and even Lin Wangyou’s miraculous hands could not conjure limitless immortal vein pills for them.

While Gao Jianfei and his companions were drinking, the Viking pursuers were relentlessly closing in.

After all, everyone in the Beautiful Tribe was female and not particularly strong, so their speed was naturally slow.

The greater the risk, the greater the opportunity—such words could be spoken by even the most humble peddler, let alone Lin Shouzheng. But he had long since passed the age of fighting desperately for advancement; all he sought now was stability. He disliked any change. For years, his policy had been not to seek merit, only to avoid mistakes.

She did not ask, yet Qin Xun, sipping Lin Wangyou’s personally brewed Peach Blossom Immortal Wine, spoke of these causes and consequences.

Ye Yunkong struck with an empty palm, not even touching the hem of Ye Xing’s robe, so he continued his Floating Light Step and struck again.

Old Crab knew the crisis was at hand; if he could not defeat the government troops, his hard-earned kingdom would perish in an instant, so he put everything on the line.

“Let’s go and do as the gentleman instructed,” said Steward Lan. The mercenaries instinctively glanced at him, then bowed sadly to Sanmu, before following Steward Lan and retreating along the path.

His team’s betrayal dealt Ye Feihuan the most fatal blow. Of those he brought, aside from a handful of loyal followers, most were soldiers and members of the Brocade Guards. Reinstan, clad in full plate armor and wielding a greatsword, charged like a fierce tiger, felling three enemies in succession before seeking out Ye Feihuan.

These spectral ghosts had once been explorers from all corners of the world, just like Blanke and his companions.

Gradually, the phantom faded, and the red sphere on the tortoise shell vanished as well, as if it had never appeared in the air.