Chapter 165: Finding Joy in Hardship

Zunyou saw the other man put it that way and realized that he had probably been overthinking things. He did not know what was wrong with him; whenever he saw Wen Yueqing chatting and laughing with him, a strange feeling would stir in his heart.

He picked up the conversation. “Sir is indeed blessed with good fortune.” Then he gave a self-mocking laugh and thought to himself, What on earth am I doing? This is utterly inexplicable.

Mr. Wang merely continued smiling. “I think you are the truly fortunate one, young master, to have such an extraordinary young lady at your side.”

When Wen Yueqing heard him say this...

The moment Su Fan reached the seventh floor, he discovered that there were no cultivation manuals there at all. Suspended high above the very center was nothing but an ancient sword of black and white.

Only then did Zhao Wu glance at Eighth Madam, who lay unconscious on the ground, and frown. He picked her up and placed her on the reclining bench in the pavilion, then sat down on the opposite side.

Watching Gu Zhen enter the Heavenly Dao Reincarnation opened by the remnants of the power of Heavenly Dao Reincarnation within Gongyang Sheng, Azure Soul spoke in a solemn voice.

Xue Jian did not struggle. The haughty young master was hurt inside, too. It was no small thing for a young master who would rather starve to death than let go of his pride to willingly accompany her on her wandering excursions, all for the sake of easing her troubled heart.

At that moment, two figures stood beside the pit. One was Shen Haoxuan, and the other was Ouyang Feng. As for the so-called Lord Wu, he had long since vanished without a trace.

The Asura Grand Elder from earlier spoke helplessly. “It is true that our Asura clan once considered leaving the Asura Realm. But after the previous King of the Human Realm entered this place and told us the truth, we finally understood that someone intended to use evil spirits to devour our Asura clan and create a new Asura clan.”

Hearing Shen Haoxuan’s words, Si Tianlin’s brows drew tightly together. The Soul-Controlling Hall had even extended its reach into the Four Great Regions. What, exactly, had happened in the Central Wasteland?

Yet what Lan Ya had not expected was that, no matter how hard she tried, she could not bend forward at all when she bowed this time.

After the turmoil of that year, the Marquis of Martial Virtue’s estate had escaped disaster because of Jinyang’s marriage alliance. Nevertheless, its vitality had been badly damaged. They no longer dared to amass wealth as openly as before, and the estate had begun to show signs of living off its dwindling reserves.

Spring passed in the blink of an eye. By the beginning of summer, the Zhou family had already begun preparing for the birth due a month later. No matter how little they favored Xue Jian, the members of the Zhou family had no choice but to return to Peaceful Ning with joyful hearts, gathering together to await her delivery.

“This Crown Prince can smell the Holy Monk as well. There is no mistake—he must be here.” Crown Prince Mo’ang replied with absolute certainty.

There were plenty of people like the bearded uncle, all of whom had placed their bets because they believed this battle to be entirely without suspense.

The Second-in-Command was usually so discreet that even the outside world did not know his name. Thus, the thin, dark man with a eunuch-like voice, sitting in the seat that should have belonged to the Second-in-Command, was nothing more than a puppet he had prepared in advance for outsiders to see—a bait meant to lure them into taking the hook.

Such a powerful strike was absolutely beyond the ability of these newcomers, none of whom had even reached the fifth rank, to withstand.

Xiao Che had not expected Yan Changqing to tear away every last shred of decorum right to his face. In diplomatic discussions, both sides generally left one another some room to maneuver. He had never seen anyone like Yan Changqing, who left not the slightest opening and refused to play by the usual rules.

“Do it.” The Peony Fairy closed her eyes. Perhaps there truly was some unknown reason that had driven her to go this far.

If Ye Beizhu possessed the strength he had in the mortal world, he would encounter scarcely an opponent in this city. One had to understand that although cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds in the Netherworld of the Yellow Springs, this was only true below the realm of the Starry-Sky Dao King. Breaking through to the Starry-Sky Dao King realm was exceedingly difficult, and no one knew how many wandering souls one would have to devour.

“Just look at how innocent they are. Once they are drawn into this battle, no one is innocent. In the end, all that matters is who becomes king and who is defeated.” Yan Changqing paused, then continued.