Chapter 62 Everyone Has Their Own Hardships

Noble Consort Xian remained silent, pacing slowly around Shen Hua. Suddenly, she asked, "Do you know Yang Jin?"

Though bewildered by the inquiry, Shen Hua nodded.

"What do you call him?"

The consort stared directly into Shen Hua's eyes, as if anticipating a specific reply.

"Director Yang."

Her response seemed entirely expected. A faint smile touched the consort's lips as she began, "You bear a striking resemblance to an old acquaintance of mine—"

Upon hearing Yi Feng's words, Old Liu let out a helpless sigh. Those exact words had been uttered by his young master back in the day, proving him a true disciple indeed.

Ling Feng sighed softly, lifting his gaze to the boundless firmament. Under his piercing stare, several goshawks scattered in frantic panic, shedding a few feathers before vanishing into the endless sky. Ling Feng shook his head.

Without a second thought, Li Ke lowered his head and dove back into his meal, utterly ignoring the astonished stares of everyone around him.

"Now see here, you can't just go around calling people 'Big Brother'. Besides, I don't swing that way." Yi Feng eyed the young man with utmost vigilance, terrified of him getting any closer.

Wu Aotian carefully memorized each location, his heart swelling with anticipation. If he absorbed the spiritual energy from all these sites, just how far would the core-earth flame be able to recover?

Nodding in agreement, Yi Feng wished to avoid unnecessary trouble. He prepared to skirt around the man, as finding the Azure Sea Sacred Fruit remained his absolute priority above all else. Everything else could wait.

"Hmph!" Fang Tu grunted as a suit of battle-qi armor materialized over his body, causing most of the scholars to snap their mouths shut. Battle-qi armor was an ability exclusive to powerhouses above the General rank; none of them had anticipated this old fogey possessed such formidable strength.

"Hahaha... Is this your so-called ultimate trick?" Chi You roared with laughter. Before the heavenly fire had even dissipated, he materialized in a completely different spot, just as he had boasted—immortal and indestructible.

"Ye Feng, I know all about your past. You were the one who built the Ye Group from the ground up during its early days, and that is an indisputable fact. Did you really think I wouldn't know?" Huo Zhenting toyed with the crystal goblet filled with red wine in his hand.

Feeling that he could glean no further insights, Ye Chen prepared to stand up. An irregular stone lay beneath his crossed legs—the very same rock Li Tong had hurled while snatching the sword earlier, which had struck Ye Chen square in the body. Absorbed in his profound epiphany, he hadn't noticed it at the time.

To think that this crimson vapor possessed the terrifying capability of corroding even his own killing intent—wasn't that just too defiance-defying?

Luo Chunli's resolute and fearless stance deeply moved Zhang Xinsheng. He understood the immense political gamble she was taking; if they failed to bring down Magistrate Shi, Luo Chunli's own career would undoubtedly be ruined. Even if her backers could shield her once or twice, could they possibly bail her out indefinitely?

Regardless, Lian Song's warning could not simply be brushed aside. Though Wen Jingyuan loathed to suspect Lan Zhirong of any wrongdoing, he could not turn a blind eye either, and thus adopted a layer of deliberate probing during his subsequent interactions with her.

Imperial Concubine Yun—wasn't that the very same consort through marriage whom Wen Mozheng claimed used seductive arts to bewitch the Emperor? Furthermore, Jun Wunian had previously mentioned that the mastermind behind the assassination attempts against her in the Northern Frontier was none other than Concubine Yun. Could it be that during the banquet at Yangcheng Hall, Concubine Yun had pierced through her disguise and recognized her as the "Qinglian King"?

"Our current distance from Jupiter is five hundred and fifty million kilometers!" Qing reported after running a diagnostic test.

Lin Xiaoxi cast a cold glance in his direction, her lips curling into a self-deprecating smirk. Dragging her heavy limbs, she stepped toward Yunjing one agonizing step at a time. Yan'er stood face-to-face with him, her delicate face as pale as paper, marred only by streaks of blood that lent a bizarre, eerie crimson hue to her features.

Biao the Cripple nodded frantically, terrified that any hesitation would cause that blade to pierce his throat. Chen Xiang reached down and pulled the undergarment out of his mouth.

The Silver Moon Slash whipped up a violent gale, stinging Wang Yitian's face with a fierce chill. Never had he imagined that the enhanced skill of the Silver Moon Wolf King would be this devastating; the mere momentum alone evoked a sense of utter helplessness and inability to resist.