Chapter 81: Genuine and Counterfeit

Ye Chu's eyes gleamed with triumph. So this was what she had been waiting for!

“Miss Li, what is your opinion?”

“To my knowledge, the Second Master of the Ye family did indeed purchase the Suspended Phoenix Crown many years ago. Miss Li, may I ask where this crown originated?”

Anyone present in this place would not be of ordinary status.

What these people hated most was being made fools of.

“It came from someone's hands.”

“And who might that be? Miss Li, are you perhaps—”

“Could it be that my royal father has no authority here?” Ling Siye asked sharply, making it clear he had no intention of letting the matter rest.

“Ao has no issues whatsoever, you can rest assured. It's you who should take good care of yourself,” Cai Qian said.

“What?!” Li Xiao was utterly stunned—father? How could this be? This was all entirely beyond Li Xiao’s expectations. Who could his father possibly be?

After all, Su Zichuan had indeed aided her, just as Lier had said. During her days in the Kingdom of Wind and Moon, without Su Zichuan's wholehearted protection, her life could never have been so peaceful and carefree.

In youth, she had been indifferent to people and matters alike, convinced she could pick things up and set them down at will. Even if something was missed, it was merely a fleeting encounter, soon forgotten. Only later did she truly understand: a missed chance meant it was lost forever, never to return. By then, regret was all that was left—far too late.

Dracula was yanked away with great force. When he suddenly looked up, his eyes were bloodshot, his mouth stained with crimson. The sight left Luo Xuan with an inexplicable unease. Four stout, gleaming fangs of a trueblood vampire protruded from Dracula's lips, ceaselessly grinding against each other.

Shi Min had been waiting all along, but when the car finally reached the doorway, not a single call had come. She knew that Shangguan Ao would not appear. Yang Shi Min decided it no longer mattered; if Shangguan Ao would not come, so be it.

Her hands and feet felt icy cold as she forced down a swallow, compelling herself to meet Feng Junyang’s gaze without flinching. This was a contest between her and Feng Junyang, a struggle for her dignity, with her very life as the stake. The game had come to this—there was no longer any way to retreat.

Spirit Tiger looked disdainfully at the surrounding Alma bees, raising its two tiger paws and beginning a wholesale slaughter. Yet for the Alma bees, such casualties occurred daily. The bees still circling Spirit Tiger followed the orders of their queen, launching themselves recklessly, firing their poisonous stingers without thought for their lives.

The forest was not exactly peaceful either; cries and howls, mingled with shrieks of pain, occasionally broke the silence—a true hunting ground, after all.

A flurry of metallic clangs rang out as each person drew their weapon—some wielded great ringed sabers, some double-handed swords, others iron spears or even iron fists. So many weapons, each person so different from the last.

And indeed, that single palm strike had truly enraged the Coral Rock Demon King. Seeing cultivators trespassing on its territory and even daring to provoke it, the monster let out a furious roar and immediately launched its attack.

It seemed the Wolf King had issued new orders; the forest wolves continued to dig at the brick wall blocking the entrance, but this time they had learned their lesson—even if they managed to make a hole, none of them dared to stick their heads inside.

The opponent was a powerhouse of the fourth life tier, the secret ruler behind Wangjing City. Every move was surely deliberate; he would never appear here without reason.

Indeed, as master of the Eternal Labyrinth Map, Luo Han could communicate with his summoned creatures as if by telepathy, without hindrance.

Therefore, such a team composed of numerous top experts could challenge even a low-tier Immortal Spirit Boss, as long as the level gap was not too great—they could fight and win.

Even if the prey managed to escape, the corpses scattered near the mire would be enough to sate the ravenous hunger of the third template beasts.

The weather was sweltering, and after running about outside, his throat was parched. He poured himself some tea to quench his thirst.

Fortunately, the chieftain’s eldest granddaughter, Melibasa—half out of kindness, half out of jealousy—pulled Luo Han out of the cloud of fragrant powder and went with him to find her brother, Melisaka.