53 Fighting for a Breath of Dignity

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Yet it seemed he had forgotten that even without power, she had people—and she was still the Poison Empress. Although just last night she fought side by side with His Majesty, his departure now made them acutely aware of their true positions.

“Speaking of musical talent, Lei has recently seemed to relax the ban on music…” Ying hurriedly shared with Wanyan Bingxia the significant discovery she had made on the dark web.

A Yuan… rest assured, I will carve a path of blood for you… to bring you home. Yes, bring you home—I promised this when you left. I won’t break my word.

In the Shenluo Continent, the lives of ordinary people faced unprecedented peril. The Shenluo noble families no longer had time for gossip or internal strife; they were overwhelmed and exhausted from constant turmoil.

Only the emperor feared and respected their power. General Mo gritted his teeth, helpless to resist, firmly controlled by these people—unable even to lift his head. He could clearly feel the chancellor’s smiling face looming above him.

No one knew where that wretched bastard’s grudge came from. Cen Qing, touching the bite marks on his teeth, recalled fragments of last night’s memories.

Was it hatred so fierce he wished to burn Li Yunshu to ashes, to annihilate her soul so completely that she could never be found again in the Six Realms?

After the mother returned, a great fury swept through the household; many servants were replaced, even Zichan was punished. Ye Zhengge never came back to the mansion; it was as if he had vanished after that day. Qian Mo remained in the manor, as if forgotten by all.

At present, the flood was largely under control; torrents were blocked and diverted, and the disaster gradually lessened.

“Everyone, I must solemnly announce something here. Lately, I have felt weary; my body is failing with age. After long reflection, I have decided to yield my position to one more capable!” The emperor sighed deeply.

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After trying for a while with no change, the Blue Enchantress reluctantly withdrew the ghostly fire and approached Wang Chongyang. Suddenly, a wave of heat surged toward Wang Chongyang’s body; black ash scattered from the dark orb, yet the orb itself remained unmoved.

Though Liu Ye tried desperately to intervene, he was too late. Blood trickled from Wang’s mouth, his eyes gradually glazing over, yet he smiled gently at Liu Fang.

Wang Chongyang thought he must be mistaken. After tapping through all the red envelopes, he looked back over each one—none bore a unit of measurement.

Having spoken, Chiyou entered the aircraft. Wang Chongyang and Meiril exchanged glances, unsure what Chiyou intended to show them, but followed nonetheless.

Lu Jiude had never witnessed Wang Chongyang’s divine abilities firsthand. Now, seeing him summon thunder and lightning here, wielding such power, he began to firmly believe everything Wang had said.

At that moment, Hu Xian’er’s red eyes glared at Shi Bolun, whose surroundings shifted instantly as if Hu Xian’er was disrobing and approaching him.

Lame Liu leaned in and whispered mysteriously, “Let’s come back tonight and continue the chess game with the old man. We’ll just lose on purpose, right?”

I don’t even know what I was thinking—maybe subconsciously hoping to find some clue.

“Get lost.” Xing Conglian’s brows knitted coldly; his demeanor demanded an urgent end to this and for Zarathustra to leave immediately.

Blue Yuchen’s resolute words echoed throughout the ward. Yixuanya felt a sharp ache in her chest, recognizing Blue Yuchen’s kindness, and resolved not to be a burden to him.

The Golden Celestial Domain was vast and ancient, home to many long-standing families whose legacies contained mysteries that even modern science could not fully explain.

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Qin Shao had just learned that in recent days he had traveled between the Imperial Academy and the prison housing several guards, never returning to the Northern Town Pacification Office. Today, upon entering the office courtyard, his colleagues looked at him with a mixture of envy and suspicion.

Zhuang Minru’s voice continued; her smile was pleasant, yet the fury in her eyes never waned.

What does “handling official matters privately” mean? What does “abuse of public power” mean? Look—Mo Andi has set a perfect example, and so openly at that.

“So what if I smashed it! Who told you not to come take it back? Who wants your pile of junk!” Then came the dull thud of heavy objects dropping. Du Ruo was somewhat flustered.

Xixi gazed at her slender waist, still delicate after a full day of eating. Her eyes drifted upward a few inches as she thought silently: no wonder the minister likes her; with that figure and face, it would be strange if he didn’t.

Ning An closed his eyes briefly; only the sound of storm and wind remained, branches trembling and debris swirling.

Old grudges combined with new hatred—Moe Lingran’s every punch was delivered with full force, making Ye Ping feel utterly unable to withstand them.

“Leng Dianchen, Mu Ximo, Blue Yuchen, if you don’t come soon, you’ll have to bury me!” came a loud, furious shout.

“I just don’t know how much influence I can still exert over them in the end,” Cai Xu pondered silently.