Chapter 63

The first few lines were utterly devoid of information. Jiang Yuanzhou was already utterly exhausted; he took up the cigarette pack, drew one out, and tried to light it.

Yet it felt as if a strange gust swept through—the branches quivered gently. All seemed normal at a glance; there were many eagles here, and it was common to see great ones descend. When their wings beat, they stirred up powerful currents of air.

He had never expected that this unremarkable disciple of the Dragon Chant Sect would be far stronger than he had imagined.

“Let’s hope so.” This time, Shadow did not argue. He simply cast a curious glance her way, then spoke softly.

Pei Qian looked at Pei Qin, then at Old Lady Fang, pursed her lips with a humph, and turned to head toward the kitchen house.

Jiang Yuanzhou swept his gaze coldly across, but Ling Shen showed no fear. Still, he swallowed the latter half of his words.

Xu Fan, choking back tears, asked Ge You to hold her a little tighter—so that when someone found their corpses, they would know they were a couple, and there might be hope of them being buried together at last.

“My mother’s place…” Xie Gu didn’t know how to go on; even he was astonished by the methods of Lady Xie.

Mo Qingyu spoke with great enthusiasm, as if determined to recount every incident of Chu Xieyang’s past three years.

Whoever was unlucky enough to have taken that blow would likely live out the rest of his days in its shadow.

The city was otherwise deserted, yet the mingling of baleful energy and spiritual power rendered the place strangely discordant.

With a bang, Yao Jing hurled a stool at Liu Yong, knocking him head over heels. Yao Jing kicked him in the stomach and sneered coldly.

Because of his sensitive position, he had never sought out the other party to reminisce, but unexpectedly, Yue Budian had come looking for him today.

Gu Nian had already advanced to the finals, where the battle was intense; she couldn’t return just yet. Over the phone, she consoled Li Yu briefly, taught him a few mantras, and told him to hold out one more day until she returned.

Xue Tingrang’s dozen cartloads of goods fetched nearly twenty thousand taels of silver—double the price. No wonder people were willing to risk everything for such lucrative, clandestine trade.

“So why would you destroy the Tower of Nirvana? If it falls, all our efforts will be wasted, and we’ll be trapped here. That would benefit no one!” Qiu Feng said.

The two first performed the formal rites. Qin Fengyi bade them rise, then granted them seats and tea, and only then did she speak with them.

Ye Chu sneered silently; Chen Xiyuan was always shielding Ye Jiarou—wasn’t that the hallmark of a promising youth?

Since the age of five, she had been wandering the streets. The reasons for her vagrancy, and why she had no parents, were lost to memory.

Lin Yanran’s shoulders trembled. In the end, she had to yield to the forces of evil; no one wished to throw their life away.

Song Tinglan awoke suddenly from sleep, faintly hearing what seemed like wolves howling in the distance. Startled, she quickly looked at Xiao Mingyu.

Perhaps it was her recent digging into the identities of state leaders, or her leaderboard grinding, but she had squeezed every bit of capacity from her computer. She really needed a new one soon, or she’d be unable to do anything at all.

Wouldn’t that turn it into an abandoned pond? What a pity! The ricegrass nearby still worked tirelessly to purify the water. If not for the recent polluted rain, the pond would now be crystal clear.

“In the beginning, I tried to stay away from you, but it was useless. Whenever I saw you, I just wanted to draw near.”

The Finance Department was right across from her office. Its doors were tightly shut. Hua Xu tentatively knocked, but there was no response from within.

His gaze was fixed intently on the two men, his calm eyes filled with menace. Should Xu Xin or Dong Chang betray the slightest hint of abnormality, he would not hesitate to break their necks on the spot.

“Princess, please let us from the slave underground organization stay! We’ve known each other for decades; we know all the details, and there will never be traitors!” Niu Mang knelt and pleaded with Yu Jiuer in desperation.

“Let’s get through this checkpoint first, then we’ll see what comes next!” Hua Xu washed her hands, then returned to the carpet in front of her lazy chair.

Qin Xu listened quietly on the side. He hadn’t expected Song Weiyi’s words to end so abruptly, and not a single phrase he longed to hear was spoken.

The burning heat and fatigue from awakening had vanished, likely thanks to the spiritual spring water that cured her fever.

They all spoke at once, mentioning their hopes that the monthly report editorial office would be smashed, and also the attack on Huo Ying.

“Youki, go back to your room. I’ll come find you in a bit.” The young man spoke gently to Yukio Uchida, but his tone brooked no refusal.

He twisted midair and landed atop a treetop, twirling the demon-hilt restlessly between his fingers, his eyes glinting with icy murder.

Mu Qiong, of course, wanted nothing to do with those especially foolish ones. As for the rest, the very first thing he did after keeping them was to take them for a bath, and even found a barber to shave all the children’s heads.

Jotaro Kujo was icy and taciturn, hands buried in his pockets, walking forward in silence.

Compared to the polar bear and the eagle, Aeolus’s response was rather indifferent. In his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of aversion.

This remote town, nestled against the deep mountains, was a harsh place. Since the few neighboring families had fled in panic, she hadn’t seen so many people in a long time.

Considering that running up to Mandala Manor so late at night wasn’t ideal, Zhang Chi ordered Ah Zhu and Ah Bi to rest for now—there was no need to rush.

“I’m not afraid of hardship.” The harder, the better—the more it proved her sincerity. Then the Great Cosmic God would take pity on her and grant her the power to move objects at a distance.

Number 47 noticed the disciple’s face was flushed red; it was clearly not easy to conjure and control fire. He was sweating, veins bulging, but his eyes were focused, and his raised hands seemed to reveal the bones and meridians beneath the flesh.

But this was not a good sign. If both Lou Yuan and Bai Weiyuan were imprisoned here, how could it be that not a single pair of eyes had been captured?

Yet thinking alone would not do—Song Chang had to be dealt with directly, lest he discover something amiss.

The head of the Night Shade was severed, and it was Li Hugo who wielded the forty-meter-long blade that struck the blow.

Empress Mu felt the world spin and ring with the last echoes of Fang Ruo’s voice: “Your Majesty, Your Majesty!” Then she collapsed heavily to the ground.