Chapter 20

"She accidentally learned some news that proves the person who harmed your birth mother, Consort Zhang, that day was not Crown Princess Wei." Su Yun looked troubled, finding it difficult to continue.

Rather than letting her son walk down that path, it was better to have him extinguish the idea from the start. Otherwise, failing the exam once, then failing again, he would always find excuses to believe he would pass the next time; this, too, was addictive.

Xiuyao and the others picked through the stones they had gathered earlier and piled in the corner, selecting the ones that were smooth and free of sharp edges to save for paving the ground.

After the bath, Shuishui carried the clothes and lifted the gauze curtains, entering with a tray. On the tray lay Bingwu's undergarments, with a flamboyant, bright red dress on top, its color as vivid as fresh blood, stinging Bingwu's eyes.

He darkened his gaze and turned to give chase. He was so tall, his entire body burning with raging flames. Wherever he passed, a wildfire was certain to spread for a hundred miles, and no demon dared approach. No one knew what was happening, much less suspected that the proud Asura people had emerged from the Asura Realm.

The words pinned everyone to the spot. Qin Dafu looked at her in astonishment; his second daughter-in-law was becoming increasingly unreliable. At such a chaotic time, she actually dared to speak to their father about splitting the family estate—she truly never grew tired of being scolded.

"How will you thank me?" Ye Yinzhi's dark hair cascaded like a waterfall. Like a lonely, weary traveler on an ancient road, she stood with a long sword, her hair as black as ink, forming a scene reminiscent of a classical Chinese ink wash painting.

With a loud crash, the grand formation shattered. Everyone inside, except for Taibai, fled. The only slight pity was that they did not escape the range of the lightning tribulation. Taibai chuckled, flicked his finger, and hundreds of lightning bolts descended from the sky. Every single person, excluding those already mortally wounded or unconscious, was struck.

Cai Yongyan, who had been infected by the emotion, also gave up trying to suppress her feelings and threw herself onto Yan Tiannan, weeping bitterly. Yan Dongliu fiercely wiped away his own tears.

Hearing the shout, Leng Yue turned back immediately. Before she could even speak, she saw Yun Qingqing tumble down the stairs, a sight that made her heart leap into her throat.

"What, could it be that Fairy Yunmiao might come to kill me herself?" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, appearing open-minded and indifferent.

Wei Yiyang had originally intended to use a gentle approach to make Leng Yue show him mercy, but when he saw her licking her lips, he suddenly changed his mind.

Zhang Sanfeng had not expected to attract the attention of the other party before he had even become one of the Five Great Experts. At this moment, he did not know how to answer.

On the arena stage, the moment Lu Fan vanished, Fan Yang quickly swung his blade backward. He felt the tip of his sword make slight contact, leaving behind only a sliver of moon-white fabric.

"Yuhao, I also think this is feasible. Although it is risky, we have no better options, and we cannot just sit here and wait for death," Fang Weinan said, seizing the moment to persuade Lin Yuhao.

After speaking, the lead soldier used his blade to slice off the ear of the captured soldier from the Great Dian Kingdom.

A great person once said that once you start meddling in others' business, that business will always follow you. If you ask who said this, Zhang Sanfeng would tell you that the great person is still on the path of striving to become great. If you ask for that person's name, he would proudly tell you that his name is Zhang Sanfeng.

However, perhaps the techniques left by the founder were too profound; aside from a few who could comprehend the true essence and receive the true teachings, the rest were still waiting for those who would come after.

Under the moonlight, several long golden needles could be seen, already snapped by Mu Gaofeng and lying in pieces on the ground, still emitting sparks of cold light in the moonlight.

Ever since Chen Dan came to find me, I had been distracted, and even after work, I still couldn't quite wrap my head around it.

After packing up, it was already past four in the afternoon. I offered to treat them to a meal, but Ji Tingyu’s two assistants quickly declined and left in their car.

There were other unspeakable words stimulating Gu Man'er's brain, making her feel like an outsider in this conference room. She did not know if what Li Anjin said was true or false, but it was a fact that under his protection, Shen Mo had not suffered any harm.

This was not the first time Qin Feng had encountered such a reversal of blame, but today, no matter what, he had to make the truth clear.

At first, Shen Mo followed the recipes on her phone step by step, but later she realized that these matters had little to do with her, and she might as well just call Auntie Zhang for help.

The sound of pounding on the door grew louder and louder, but Qiao Anming remained unresponsive, his face cold as he allowed Du Ruo to lean against him.

Wang Heng, who witnessed all of this, had his first reaction be to save that person from the assassin's hands, which seemed somewhat strange.

It wasn't just the audience; even the Four-Wheel Drive Fighter and his companions burst into laughter. Ye Xiu sat beside Su Nan, trying his best to hold back his laughter. He stared blankly at Su Nan’s "scoundrel" tactics and couldn't help but shake his head.

She wanted him to do something to her. If Wang Heng remained indifferent and ignored her, wouldn't it make her seem unattractive?