Chapter 57

Rising to my feet, I walked to Gu Tian’s room and knocked on the door, ready to clarify all these matters with him. The door creaked open, and sunlight blazed into my eyes like flames. I let out a howl and rolled, diving under the living room sofa.

“Yi Tian. Come and meet your fate.” Just as Yi Tian was basking in his revenge fantasies, Wei Yuan suddenly shouted, brandishing his twin Fire Spirit blades and charging at Yi Tian.

Seeing the company commander suddenly explode—especially since it was the first time he’d lost his temper—I explained to him why I had to go out.

“I’ll wash it later. Do you have clean sheets to change into?” Ruoyun asked me as I was still dressing.

Yujiang No.1 High School, the place where I sowed the seeds of sin, bore no trace of my crimes. All dirty truths were hidden in places unknown, slowly rotting away with time until even the few who knew the truth were gone.

If that elegantly dressed man tried to block me, I would kill him. If He Mingyue stood in my way, I would spare her. Clear-cut in black and white, yet I refused to let these boundaries turn me into some saint who never took a life.

“Ugh…” Zhou Tianlong groggily opened his eyes, his head throbbing from last night’s excess. After coming home, he’d collapsed onto his bed and couldn’t get up.

Everyone thought Li Ming’s actions now were mad—he was practically making deals with the devil. One misstep, and he’d be maimed if not dead.

At 8:29, dozens of people trickled in—some in security uniforms, some newcomers. The spacious room was packed. At 8:30, two men entered at the door: one was yesterday’s deputy head of security, the other could only be the department head.

“What’s so special about that giant python?” Mu Tianchen’s face was grim, showing not a hint of joy at having repelled the beast. His mood was foul; not only had he failed to accomplish much good, but he’d attracted a terrible mess.

“He said you’re a villain…” Mo Nianxi nudged Zhou Xingyun with her shoulder, as if the person the disciples of Wuteng Gate wanted wasn’t her, but Zhou Xingyun.

The subordinates of the Demon Lord also began to arrive at the grand hall. Seeing Li Tianba and his companions, they assumed they were members of the Tree King’s Palace and engaged them in battle.

Chu Ling frowned at the words, equally puzzled. The claim that Bi Xuan was moved by Bi Liu’er’s infatuation seemed far too forced.

As a Pattern Master, as long as the distance wasn’t too great, I could naturally sense the waves emitted by the patterns I’d carved.

“What’s going on?” Zhao Hai clasped his hands behind his back, feigning arrogance as he glanced at the young man delivering food.

As their commander, Wuming’s strength was universally acknowledged. Seeing him arrive, the few powerful figures managed to steady their nerves, channeling their powers to activate the formation.

On the other side, Jiang Sicong’s face was turning green. At this dining table, he had Yuan Shuen drink the cup of wine—no one dared cross him, and no one would drink in Yuan Shuen’s place.

Yue Peng still couldn’t understand why he was supposed to protect someone who had beaten him up. It felt like the emperor wasn’t worried, but the eunuch was.

The power of the Immortal Golden Body activated, and several ferocious beasts attacked him, but couldn’t break his defenses.

The skin on his body had long lost its smoothness, now rough and covered in wounds. Many places were torn open, and faint dark glows flickered within, as if struck by some monstrous force.

The old princess finished speaking, and Si Yin assumed the manner of a noble lady, gathering her skirts and kneeling: “Daughter-in-law Meng Jun, I heed Mother’s teachings. I will assist Sister Su in serving the prince, and do all I can for the Mu family.” With that, she bowed deeply.

“Uh…” Su Qi hadn’t responded yet, when Song Gan had already leaped from the second floor, swiftly knocking down the thug who’d pushed Tana.

Her bright eyes under the moonlight seemed even more luminous, a soft white glow rising and rippling into Maruko’s heart.

But Bai Fei knew the man probably knew nothing—otherwise the sniper would never have left him alive until now.

The next day, the Lower Yuan Festival, Su Qi was told early in the morning to dress in mourning robes at the hour of Si and follow the old princess to the main hall to honor the ancestors of the Mu family.

Just as I was about to climb over the wall and escape, someone “ambushed” me. A stone hit my hind leg, and I slipped, falling hard from the wall.

Xie Kai smiled, seemingly once again the honest Xie Kai. “That’s good,” he said.

Mu Yunze helped me down from the carriage, calmly surveying the surroundings before leading me into his mansion.

Because the door wasn’t locked, Chu Bin barged straight in. The moment he pushed open the door, he felt a stiletto heel kick firmly into his backside, the pointed tip landing exactly where it shouldn’t. It was just a little, but the pain was excruciating.

A sudden, loud sound rang through the air, and a package wrapped in yellow paper fell from Xiang Wuji’s sleeve.

“This beauty is truly stunning. How about coming with me to the hotel next door?” The lewd voice was sickening.