Chapter 58

Chen Fang and his entourage traveled from the freezing winter of Yanjing to this snake island, feeling as though they had crossed through two distinct seasons in an instant.

Just as Zhao Yingfu was feeling puzzled, two intersecting fissures appeared on the high steps, and accompanying their continuous extension were strands of fine cracks.

Such are the conventions of human relationships and social etiquette in Huaxia; when distant relatives or acquaintances celebrate a joyous occasion, some people merely send a red envelope without necessarily attending the ceremony in person.

Mei Changfeng, one of the Ten Heavenly Sovereigns, had been wiped out the moment he showed his face. With such a fate, who among these members of the Hundred Flowers Sect would dare to step forward?

Neither the Demon Emperor nor the Demon Kings could have anticipated this, and naturally, the leaders of the Fiend race would never have imagined that the one who had all along assisted this living dragon clan member in its escape, defeated the tenth chieftain, and unlocked the secrets of the Dragon Bone Graveyard was actually the lowest-status and most despised race within the entire Demon Realm.

"What... what is this?" Liu Xiaoyue was startled. She certainly did not believe that Song Kai would kindly bestow any miraculous elixir upon her, and besides... she was not even injured.

"Right! In case I am too heavy-handed and you kick the bucket, don't hold it against me!" Gao Yang cast a freezing glare, hauled Tang Xiaonana up from the bed by her arm, and dragged her straight into the bathroom.

Li Yan picked up the wristwatch to examine it closely, and upon trying to press the red button, Chen Aili's wristwatch immediately emitted a series of beeping sounds.

In ancient times, it was commonplace for a single family to raise four or five children. In comparison, Ma Tao's lineage had sparse descendants, often consisting of only a single child generation after generation.

Any lord of sound mind would never wish to have necromancers operating within their territory, and Count Ross was certainly no exception. What worried him even more was that his nephew was actually mingling with necromancers; this was definitely not a good sign.

"Zhou Qingshuang, I'll be waiting for you in heaven!!" Kang Qiao laughed loudly. Confident that he had not committed murder, he firmly believed he would not be arbitrarily sentenced to death in such a muddled fashion. Zhou Qingshuang was merely trying to frighten him.

With the matter concluded, Xuan Yuanling's mind remained unsettled. Regardless of the circumstances, the Left Chancellor and Marquis Sun Yuan had no personal enmity with him, yet he had just taken their lives with the ruthlessness of a netherworld rakshasa, leaving a lingering trace of unease in his heart.

"Fortunate people naturally possess their own divine protection; I have personally verified this point." Prince Anjie twirled the turquoise jade tea cup in his hand.

The next day, Fan Yanyan went to the hospital and informed Ouyang Xueqi that he had inherited Xiahou Wu's estate. As expected, Ouyang Xueqi showed little reaction; after he excitedly shared this wonderful news with her, she merely forced a faint smile to match his enthusiasm.

"As for Shuo being removed from the list of successors, the board of directors unanimously rejected him due to his background, refusing to let him become the successor of the Mo's Group. There was nothing I could do; I was powerless and could not uphold my past agreement with Linghuan." A heavy sense of helplessness permeated Mo Tian's words, stirring deep emotions in the listener.

A good strategy is worth repeating. Because of the recent fire, the Yao residence had placed several extra large water vats in the courtyard, and every single one of them was filled to the brim.

To other patrons seeking pleasure at the Xinglu Courtyard, their eyes were flooded with blooming blossoms, never tiring of youthful and tender countenances. There was no shortage of voluptuous figures making a show, while fine silks and satins served as nothing more than an unremarkable clump of spring jasmine in the background.

Mo Linghuan slowly turned around. Her eyes were shimmering with starlight, brimming with apologies and overwhelming pain as tears slid down her fair cheeks. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Mo Linghuan's mouth. She bowed deeply and remained in that position for a long time, reluctant to rise.

"This humble wife understands," Yanran felt an immense sense of relief and unburdened ease the moment she heard Xuan Yuanling say he would not go to the Empress Dowager's palace.

Huo Yixin was in excruciating pain, likely due to a long period without massages, combined with the series of events at King's Academy, which had left his physical condition in a less-than-ideal state.

"Master is above, please accept three kowtows from your apprentice." Lu Xuan dropped to his knees and respectfully knocked his head against the floor three times. Pushing himself and viewing others, he had always taken pride in this world and could best empathize with such a state of mind.

Huo Yixin and Suzugamori Haruka returned home, where Huo Yixin collapsed straight into bed. He was hauled awake by Suzugamori Haruka through sheer pulling and dragging, followed by a thorough washing up. Afterward, Suzugamori Haruka prepared three thick steaks to satisfy Huo Yixin, this bottomless pit of an eater.

Only now did Luan Fei truly experience the terrifying might of Sun Liang's martial prowess. He had never expected Sun Liang to possess such formidable explosive power while heavily intoxicated. With a stagger, his body instantly pitched forward by more than half.

Gong Lingrui seemed to have guessed as well. Looking at Eighteenth, his brow was tightly furrowed. If Lin Weihan and Li Yuan had been able to face each other with complete sincerity back then, how could they have later become entangled with Gong Lingxuan? And had they not become entangled with him, there would have been no fire at the Zhilan Courtyard, nor the series of events orchestrated by Eighteenth for revenge afterward.

Ji Chunhui said, "You two are brothers! If you don't mind your older brother taking responsibility, why are you adding fuel to the fire? Do you want your younger brother to die in vain without anyone held accountable?"

"No matter how tender-hearted Officer Qi may be behind his tough exterior, it's certainly not your turn to care," another person sneered.

Xie Luanzhen felt as though she had been walking for a very, very long time down that misty corridor that seemed to have no end.

Hearing this, Feng Yi pondered carefully and realized it did indeed seem to be the case. After he was previously banished to the mortal realm, the majority of his power had been sealed away. Although the seal was later lifted, he could clearly perceive that he had merely recovered his previously lost strength, without having made the slightest bit of progress ever since.