Chapter 85

Upon hearing the name of the Ye family, Lu Feng immediately knitted his brows, his gaze sharpening at once. This matter had played out again and again in Xi Yao’s dreams. With each repetition, the blade stabbing into her heart seemed to sink deeper. Most terrifying of all, the visions became ever clearer, so vivid that even the moment she willingly wrapped her arms around that man’s neck was laid bare before her eyes.

The three of them had always been in league with one another, preying on the weak. The ordinary people of the Demon-Sealing Empire lived in helplessness and sorrow largely because of these three.

“Qingyu, what about your side? How are things at the Liuyun Branch now?” Shen Feng asked Lu Qingyu.

Su Momo noticed Shi Zichen’s father sitting in the center of the living room on the sofa. His complexion had improved vastly—none of the pallor from his hospital days remained, though she could still see his disapproval of her etched on his face.

“I’m working. We’ll discuss this after I get off. Go find Yali and see if she has anything for you to do,” Shen Zimo said, frowning impatiently. Only then did Ma Yiran leave the office, pouting in reluctance. Shen Zimo turned back to his computer and resumed his work.

Her features bore a striking resemblance to Mu Wanqing’s, and for a moment he was thrown into confusion and longing. Mo Yan brought Mu Yirou back, along with news: his elder brother, Huo Huan, was feared dead. He could not untangle the emotions in his heart—whether joy or sorrow—but after all, that was his brother.

Once everything was put in order, it was already late. Yang Yingying sat at the bedside, holding Shi Hao’s hand. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep, slumped over the edge of the bed.

The three of them, fearing that the “Blood Pagoda” did not have enough power to suppress its evil, flew inside to become its artifact spirits, determined to stand against Ying Invincible.

From that day on, the King of Tubo remembered a single name: Red Thread. He’d heard it from Marshal Ma Chongying and the other soldiers, who said the Tang Dynasty maiden’s martial prowess was on par with the ten greatest masters in the world. Her lightness skills surpassed even Tubo’s royal bird-masters, and she could kill with a flying sword.

That kind of smile was like a clueless child pouring a kettle of boiling water into an anthill.

With a whoosh, the giant hammer was knocked aside. The five-colored glow on its surface immediately dulled, flickering weakly as if exhausted.

Player number 11 from Feiling Aeronautics Academy caught a pass from number 4, stepped inside the three-point line, leapt for a jump shot, and the ball swished through the hoop. Feiling Aeronautics Academy took the lead with two points.

Li Qiyue carried her luggage to the right side of the compound, set it against the wall, and sat down on the soft bags with a long sigh of relief.

But when his palm touched the cold door of the sanctuary, he stopped, his face full of apprehension. One draws closer to home with a more timid heart. Before coming, he’d longed desperately to see Xiao Qingyi, to wait by her side for their child’s birth.

They hadn’t walked far before they saw four golden characters seemingly hovering in midair: Langya Blessed Residence.

For the last game, in the final quarter, both Jing Tian University and Tiancheng Institute of Technology fielded their strongest lineups.

Bing Mei always wanted to stay by Bai Sha’s side—not just to protect his life, but his smile as well. That was Bing Mei’s most devoted and most twisted love.

The opening dunk ignited a roar of enthusiasm from Jing Tian University’s fan club in the stands.

“As long as you destroy the Ten Thousand Sword Hall, and with the inner core of your Blood Wolf Beast, everything regarding Ziyu can be negotiated. When the time comes, even if you want to take her away, I won’t object,” the old woman declared loudly, slapping her own palm.

Ling Feng and his companions left the Mercenary Guild. Since they had to wait a day, none of them returned to Cangyun Academy. Instead, they found an inn in Cangyun City to stay at.

Tian Chuan said nothing about why he returned today or how he came back, simply arranging his own dinner.

“Seventy years ago, at the Battle of South Mountain, I saved your life. You know my Qingfeng temperament—I never do a losing trade. At that time, you promised me you’d do three things for me in this life, no matter what. I wonder if Brother Shangguan remembers?”

I stared at him in a daze, then looked at my hand in disbelief. When had my cultivation become so strong that I could make the Demon King spit blood? Was I dreaming?

Zhang Fuquan was certainly delighted, as the Emperor and the Imperial Consort had reconciled. Yet while he rejoiced, others were not so pleased.

The young man forced a weak smile, but the beads of sweat on his brow betrayed everything.

In that instant when the Serpent King leapt through the air, something like a curtain suddenly spread out ahead of him. Just as the Serpent King was about to act, snap! Out flashed a fist from the curtain, striking the Serpent King and sending blood spurting from his mouth as three of his teeth flew loose. He crashed abruptly to the ground.

“Your Majesty… Allow me to fetch you a cup of tea…” Shen Mei said nervously to Tuoba Shao. Though she had never poisoned Lady Xiao, she knew that an unbridgeable chasm now separated her and the Emperor.

If Li Yuan was cold as mist, like a moon shrouded by frost—ethereal and elusive—then the Demon Lord burned wild and fierce, like a blazing sun, dazzlingly intense.

“If it’s already so much, why not a little more?” Langya vaulted onto Julong’s ancient vine, gazing down at the inferno that was Julong with cold eyes.

A blood-soaked old man came running in panic from the far side of the laboratory, several people in matching uniforms in hot pursuit.

Take the Five-Colored Evil Dragons, for example. Many high-ranking ones disregard Tiamat, but unless they’ve lost their minds, none would dare attack her of their own accord.

Well, that’s a strong and reasonable excuse. The Konoha Police Force is also short-staffed, and even if Shimura Yo’s FBI is established in the future, Konoha is expanding so quickly that the Uchiha’s numbers can’t keep up.

Li Yihang informed Lin Juhua of Huayuan’s death. When she heard how he’d suffered before dying, Lin Ju couldn’t help but cheer. Huayuan’s fate proved the old saying: good is rewarded with good, evil with evil—not that retribution never comes, but that its time has not yet arrived.

“No—wait! Someone else is here!” Chen Motong’s gaze snapped toward William’s hiding place, then suddenly shot upward.

After dinner, Li Nan and four house servants mounted their horses. With two large carts in tow, they set out on the road. Li Nan was in no hurry, moving at a leisurely pace as he pondered ways to save the situation—but what solution could he find?