Chapter 93: The Crown Prince’s Schemes

Since ancient times, the world has never lacked idle onlookers.

There were plenty of people whispering among themselves, and when she chose to attend with Xiao Nanli, she had already anticipated the scene before her.

“Second Young Master Xiao, they’re all looking at you.”

“Don’t you think they’re all looking at you? After all, in many people’s eyes, you are the woman of Feng Su.”

Once such a label was attached, how hard it was to tear off.

“Then you won’t fare any better either. In their eyes, you’re trying to seduce me.”

At that instant, cold sweat poured down in streams; he did not want to think about it, nor did he dare. Almost by instinct, he looked down at his own hands.

I was somewhat displeased that Zhou Wenwen had concealed her identity from me. It did not matter much to me personally, but I felt it was terribly unfair to Wang Weijun, as though she were playing him for a fool. If Wang Weijun had known earlier, perhaps he would already have given up pursuing her. The gap between their statuses was simply too vast.

Jiang Yu came to a deserted place, then suddenly turned into a streak of blue light and vanished.

The Radiant Buddha Flame had once been a vein of fire beneath the Temple of Divine Light, burning for a thousand years without ever being extinguished. That searing underground blaze consumed the entire temple, leaving it without an abbot for a thousand years.

I had no time to explain it to him, and I no longer feared exposing certain things. Saving lives mattered most. I kicked straight at the male doctor’s groin; he let out a howl and clutched himself, rolling on the ground. The other doctors, seeing this, rushed forward in fury.

Ye Wuyang froze, looked down at his palm, and tried to circulate his power, only to find that he could not summon a trace of energy at all. He turned to the two of them. “Don’t dump everything on me. What exactly is going on?” His martial arts had not recovered at all, so how could he possibly use the Burning Flame Seer?

It could not be denied that what the King of Byangcheng said was true, but the filthiness of the hidden details was something that, without witnessing it firsthand, was truly beyond imagination.

Meng Chuanwen turned his head and saw a young man in yellow robes approaching with a folding fan in hand. He was about twenty years old, with fine brows and clear eyes, extraordinarily handsome. His steps were light, and in only an instant he had reached Meng Chuanwen’s side.

From far away, Zhuang Qin already felt that vast, sky-rending demonic aura, as though it were a unique will of heaven and earth itself—so glaring, so overpowering.

By then, not only would Cloudflow Peak lose one of its competing disciples, but Gongsun Yang would also be ridiculed by his fellow disciples.

He strode up toward the mountain summit. The surrounding demonic aura grew denser and denser, condensing into demonic radiance that was exceedingly terrifying. If an ordinary person came here, they would be utterly unable to withstand it; they would likely meet calamity in an instant.

“Fellow Daoist Tong Ji, since Fellow Daoist Han has already admitted defeat, why not quickly dispel the sword formation?” Jin Can said, his tone carrying an unmistakable command.

“Tch. Where in this world would there be such a terrifying plant? With people like you here, how could anything possibly be unsafe?” As he spoke, he yawned. He was about to enter his advancement phase; whether he could succeed would depend on himself alone.

“Hand over the Immortal Ascension Token, and you may be spared. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!” The leader of the black-clad men said coldly, leading more than a dozen others step by step closer.

These past few years, the Empress Dowager had employed every conceivable means and cultivated a loyal inner circle. Yet when the assassins came after the chancellor earlier that year, her defenses still proved as fragile and absurd as paper. After agonizing over it, she redoubled her efforts to devise countermeasures, and recent progress had been substantial; she now possessed a trump card against the chancellor, and only because of that did she dare speak so boldly.

“Alas, family alliances leave one no right to decide for oneself. My own ending will be the same; I won’t be able to make my own choices either. Everything will have to follow my parents’ wishes. Unless I become as formidable as you, otherwise I’ll just have to marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog,” Ye Chengtian sighed.

Because he had sensed the crisis first, he had long been on guard; and even more because he was a disciple of the Liang family of Taiping Manor, his lightness skill was first-rate.