Volume 1, Chapter 59: Wanting to Make Him Feel Guilty

Diane Chessal frowned with slight awkwardness, but unfortunately, having all his acupuncture points sealed, he could neither move nor protest.

He had not expected Yun Jingchu to let him overhear all these secrets. Could she really be a friend rather than an enemy?

Upon learning the news, the members of the Zhu family experienced a complex mix of emotions, unable to tell whether it was joy or sorrow. Being closely related to royalty was no easy feat; with the political winds in the capital shifting unpredictably, this favor might be present today only to vanish tomorrow.

Father said that only through true death could one escape. This true death—was it a spiritual numbness, or a physical demise? Or perhaps both achieved simultaneously? Yet if both were truly attained, how could one still live?

After an explosive roar, Song Weiren had no choice but to bite the bullet and head upstairs to report. By this time, his entire back and palms were drenched in sweat, and his heart was gripped by intense tension.

Among them, scouts wore the most streamlined attire, a necessity dictated by the nature of their missions. Steel plating was added only to the chest and back areas, while lighter materials were used elsewhere to reduce weight. Furthermore, a scout’s armor was worn underneath, with an outer robe draped over it.

Recognizing the faces of those two, Tuoba Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, yet maintained a composed and cold sneer on his face. "Your Majesty, if you wish to start a war, why bother finding such an absurd excuse? In this king's view, it was your people from the Chu Yi Kingdom who killed our people from the Wu Ping Kingdom first, and then disguised themselves as assassins."

The emperor was slightly startled, forcing a smile. "My noble consort always knows how to say pleasant things. Ah, I recall the empress used to say similar things in the past."

Today, she had indeed put some thought into her grooming and attire, not striving to astonish everyone present, but merely hoping to present a pleasing sight to the eye.

The droplet of water traced a path down his chest and abdomen all the way to his v-line until it vanished from sight, offering an utterly appetizing view of exquisite beauty.

In an instant, all the major powers of the Southern Domain began to stir due to the collapse of the two dynasties, and right at the center of this vortex was Guan Yi's Great Feng Dynasty.

"Back then, you ripped a piece of flesh from this young master, and now I have taken it back. You and I are now even," she said with a string of miserable, mocking laughs.

The first to ignite the flames of war was a realm called the Star Dance Dynasty, situated in the center of the Southern Domain, bordered by two powerful dynasties on either side, and backed by the Constant Sand Imperial Court.

Seeing more people charging over, a vanguard officer of the Black Tortoise Legion on top of the city gate roared loudly, ripped off the heavy armor from his body, and immediately bolted for his life as if his backside was on fire, showing none of his previous stubborn resistance.

The police and students, both on and off the stage, stared at this exaggerated scene with wide-open mouths, dumbfounded and frozen in place.

Yet, he could never truly read her; her eyelashes were so long that they blocked out all genuine and false emotions.

The Nether Child's nether mist had actually pierced through the effects of the Fallen God Robe, causing quite a bit of trouble for Yan Bei. Unwilling to become entangled with him, Yan Bei directly slipped away without engaging in a direct clash with the Nether Child. Relying on the Fallen Soul Robe felt like an unearned victory, damaging to his fighting spirit and inconsistent with maintaining an invincible conviction.

After pondering for a long time, Yan Bei sought out Luo Shitian directly to lay out the situation regarding Yun Qingyu, wishing to hear his perspective.

The Cauldron Spirit Rabbit popped out from goodness knows where, one paw covering its mouth, its rabbit eyes wide and glowing red, filled with astonishment and terror.

The old patriarch’s deliberately feigned expression of worry vanished; his face remained solemn, while his eyes harbored a concealed urgency.

Yun Mo wore black today, with a sword resting beside his hand. Its scabbard was utterly ordinary, looking like the most common of its kind, yet everyone in the council hall knew that the sword housed within the scabbard was anything but ordinary—it was the Sword of Kings, Xuanyuan.

Hell had existed for a long time, yet no one had ever truly reached the bottom of hell; the explored regions of hell already spanned five hundred tiers.

"However, I hope even more that it has nothing to do with this beast tide, otherwise it will be dangerous," said Wei Ziqi.

Yun Mo compromised, put down his bowl, and pulled Song Wan'er into his arms, patting her gently and rhythmically, just as one would soothe and rock an infant.

"They've been introduced, but none of them felt quite right. This sort of thing, I feel, still depends on fate," I replied honestly.

The Star Demon Palace's carriage was massive in size, yet it was extremely nimble when navigating through interstellar space. Although the people of the Sun Demon Palace had immediately set off toward the Sun Demon Palace the moment they received the news from the Moon Demon Palace, no matter what they did, they could only trail behind the Star Demon Emperor's demonic flagship and swallow its dust, unable to catch up at all.

Although this imperial estate was currently managed by Gu Dayong, many people knew that it was created by her two sons. With her sons being so capable, she as their mother saved immense face. Out of love for the sons, Gu Dayong was startled a few days later by the lavishness of the bestowed rewards; they were exceedingly generous.

The various enterprises of the Zhu estate maintained a sound operation, with the primary income still coming from the Crystal Studio in the capital. Relying on primary agriculture to break even would truly take a very long time.

The sword Qi of the yellow-robed youth collapsed step by step, and finally, the sonic wave impacted his body. The yellow-robed youth spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying far away, his body ending up very close to Lin Xiao.

Chen Qiu nodded, then paid no further attention to Liu Dalong, turning instead to continue inspecting downwards.

Faced with the sudden attack of the Iron Leopard, Xiang Tianhua's expression instantly turned focused. The Iron Leopard was no ordinary person, and fighting him without giving it one's absolute concentration would inevitably lead to a miserable end.

After storing all eight sword vessels back into the Sword-Nurturing Gourd, Liu Dalong finally let out a sigh of relief, slowly settled the cauldron furnace in front of him, and then stepped out of the quiet room.

The guards here were not heavily stationed, but they were personal guards of the Grand Supreme, making it impossible for ordinary people to even approach.

If Shen Suixin had truly made up her mind about something, she would certainly tell him when the time was right. Since she hadn't said anything, he didn't need to ask; he would simply focus on executing the task she had entrusted to him.

Discovering that this Azure Dragon Hall member had accepted Long Fei's conditions, Huang Qingyuan was instantly seized with towering rage, even stepping forward as if wanting to resort to violence.

No one could have anticipated that within a single day, the life and death of their hegemonic faction, the Chu family, would rest in the hands of an outsider.

The eliminated brothers of Jia Chao also followed by Yu Xiang's side. Because of Lin Xiao, they had already cast their lot with Yu Xiang.

What worried Qian Yuan even more was that this was merely the preliminary application of soul-energy cannons and soul-energy rifles on the battlefield. In the future, if they were deployed in large-scale military equipment, how many spirit stones would that consume?