37. Why Did the Band Get Tangled Up in a Rule-Based Horror Story?

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Qin Yanhong blushed. Inexperienced and unaware of the importance of a full brother, she had nearly been killed by Qin Yanheng.

Then, following the same principle, each mouse added a little more weight than the last, and the timing began.

Thus, after receiving the definite signal, the dozens of people participating in the ceremony became the key to breaking the siege of the main hall. Working together with the Azure Dragon Guards and General Sima’s troops, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, they wiped out the eastern-suburb soldiers led by Wu Weishen. The next day, they exterminated Wu Weishen’s entire household, along with those of his subordinate commanders, and condemned them to execution across nine degrees of kinship.

“This slap is the price you pay for bullying me!” Madam Ye snarled. Perhaps it was the first time she had truly lost her temper; her face flushed crimson, and her hand trembled faintly.

Liang Yue grinned—not because her wear had been restored, nor because she had been saved. No matter how one looked at it, her smile resembled the smile of a victor. Yet the battle was far from over, and Liang Yue herself was the one at a disadvantage.

In truth, they did not know that Lin Xiao had not refined merely two kinds of spiritual energy, but a third as well. The first two had been fused by Lin Xiao, and he had never mentioned them, concealing them as a single type.

Ning Shiyun sensed something. He did not dare seek confirmation, and could only remain silent as he followed Madam Wang out and got into the carriage.

At that moment, Yuechu stirred the wok a few times with her spatula. The fragrance alone was enough to overwhelm everyone. When they saw the glossy, bright-red shrimp in the pan, they swallowed greedily. After asking the price and finding it acceptable, and seeing that it was nearly mealtime, they entered Qilixiang in twos and threes.

Although I had enough gold in my pocket to support the judges and Liang Yue in purchasing orange equipment, if I did that, wouldn’t everyone grow dependent on my gold?

Rather than calling it wandering, it would be more accurate to say they were aimlessly roaming. Five or six days had passed since the two of them arrived at the temple, and they had already explored every place worth seeing. With nowhere else to go, they had come out without any particular destination. After all, getting some fresh air outside was better than being cooped up in their room all day.

That night, aside from the several units left behind as a diversion, Chen Kefu personally led thirty thousand troops. Among them were eight thousand light cavalry, one thousand heavy cavalry, and another twenty-one thousand mounted infantry. Under the pitch-black, moonless sky, the thirty thousand men traveled westward along the Wei River.

Only after Fengwu repeatedly called out to him did Landi finally come to his senses, realizing with astonishment that he had arrived before the Palace of Regret. Looking around, he saw a great gate built into a white brick wall. Examining both sides more closely, he discovered that the structure resembled an enormous graveyard, while the so-called gate was like a tombstone.

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“Perhaps this was destined from the beginning. Besides, you may not necessarily be able to find this celebrity,” Menglu said.

Nor was this surprising. The entrance to this passage lay behind a secret door within the Divine Curtain. Fazi had always been loyal and would never presume to step inside the curtain. If so, how could he possibly know that the Palace of Searching for the Gods possessed such a mysterious passage?

It was not only the Grand Supreme Elder Lord who was like this. The Heavenly Worthy of Primordial Beginning and the Two Sages of the West were equally burdened by excessive scheming. They had lost the heart of a true powerhouse and forgotten the efforts they had once made in pursuit of enlightenment. This was also the principal reason their cultivation had ceased to advance.

“For the Prince to possess such magnanimity, please accept Xue’s bow!” Xue Shixiong saluted Chen Kefu.

This story of defying Heaven’s will and rebelling against fate, whether true or false, ought to have ended there.

Originally, these platforms had been intended as the site where Yu Feng would carry out a grand renovation after revealing to Perfected Celestial Pivot that he was a disciple of the Heavenly Craft Sect. He had been preparing to make a major undertaking of it.

No matter how carefully Landi controlled his pace, he had now drawn close to Gui Xie. During these past few days, he had learned something about the rules of the Earth Demon Sect. Whenever someone of especially high status was present, wine, food, and the like had to be offered to that person first.

Within the Great Hall of Celestial Rotation, thirty-six Immortal Venerables were responsible for arranging the matches and assessing the contestants’ strength. They came from all nine branches of the Nine Immortal Sects. Partiality had therefore never been an issue. Yet today’s circumstances were somewhat peculiar. Whoever they selected would likely give people cause for complaint.

From the very beginning, Changmen had understood perfectly well how he should handle the situation he now faced.

The bird-shaped manifestation of consciousness glanced over, then paid it no attention. It seemed entirely unaware of the intensity of the resentment, which had already stirred heaven-shaking waves throughout the entire sea of consciousness, churning the clouds and overturning the ocean.

Guan Jingtian raised his fist angrily, as though he meant to lash out, yet somehow could not. His handsome face looked like a stone from a latrine.

Huang Ren was not only ranked highest; her strength was also the greatest. Otherwise, how could she have become Huang Ren?

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The next morning, a carriage from the Yu residence left through the side gate. Qingrang gazed at the not-yet-bright sky beyond the carriage window. Until the sun rose, there was no way to tell whether the day would be clear or overcast.

Bai Rong lowered her head and smoothed the slightly wrinkled cuff that Young Master Guan had tugged. After walking a few steps, she once again stopped behind Ruoxin.

“You make it sound as though I could find him simply because I wanted to.” Shen Ziwu appended an eye-rolling expression.

Her heart was in turmoil. She needed to calm herself properly. She rose slowly and walked to the offering table in the ancestral hall, where the memorial tablets of successive priestesses stood upright.

However, the blood-colored mist here had long since been burned away by the Boundary-Destroying Phoenix. Although it had formed again, it was far from dense, and the peculiar fluctuations within it also greatly affected the powerful.

The young man opposite them, whose eyes were red and who had just taken a sip of soup, heard the repeated slapping sounds and let out a loud cry, spitting out all the soup at once. Tears instantly blossomed across his face.

“Jingluo, don’t give me that speech of yours. If you want me to attend your wedding, I absolutely will not go.” Zhuge Mengmeng made her position clear from the outset.

As an envoy, Zhang Cheng naturally possessed a sense of duty. With dozens of sharp blades blocking his path, he had to remain calm and impassive as he walked toward Zhang Yan.

As he spoke, Ouyang Yi rose and slowly descended the steps. At that moment, he was simply a father. He walked unhurriedly to Ouyang Han, reached out, and patted him on the shoulder. His spirits lifted considerably.

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