Chapter 30: Scheming Against Jiang Suisui

“It’s an alchemist from the Kingdom of Bitao! They say the fierce beasts they ride carry the bloodline of the ancient divine creature, the Kunpeng!” someone exclaimed in astonishment.

After all the palace attendants had withdrawn, Feng Yihan slowly unfurled the map in his hands. Even at a glance, his brows furrowed ever tighter.

Everything seemed unchanged, yet often the calmest seas conceal the mightiest storms beneath.

“Ling Xuan earnestly begs the Western King to spare Ninth Prince,” he said, folding his hands respectfully, eyes cast downward, his forehead veiling his gaze, emotions unreadable.

Situ Yunlong laughed heartily, seemingly forgetting the precarious state of the Situ family before him, his excitement spilling over in a way he struggled to contain.

Sitting down, she appeared quite vexed, drinking several hearty cups until her cheeks flushed red, rendering her even more beautiful.

Feng Qianxun did not rush to claim this place as his own; instead, he camped as before, waiting patiently. He knew Gong Moli would return to find him—perhaps in anger, perhaps in plea, or maybe to scold. Whatever it was, he would wait for her.

Yin Mei watched Yang Fei’er’s retreating figure back to her room, puzzled, pondering the meaning behind her words.

“It’s still a fine day,” Su Nuan murmured, gazing at the warm sunlight resting in her palm, a faint sigh escaping her lips. “But there won’t be many more moments to enjoy this warmth...” Her tone carried a hint of regret and melancholy, yet more so a firm resolve.

Weapons of various kinds emerged in their hands, each radiating strong surges of primal energy.

“A phoenix among men, silent until its thunderous call,” the elder remarked, his tone betraying high regard for Ye Yu.

But to get He Chuan to speak was no easy feat. Wang Haisheng felt it unnecessary to press further; any tidbit from He Chuan’s mouth would suffice to satisfy him.

Luoyu had never shown such an expression before. Chu Mo’s heart was troubled, and he softly asked again, eyes full of concern.

He glanced at everyone present. The situation was already grim; they were all from Demon City, yet now seemed utterly useless, as if being from Demon City condemned them to endure this ordeal.

The three immediately followed Dongfang Xiao’s lead. As Dongfang Xiao left the room, two others entered to tidy the table of materials and discarded potions—these handled by specialists from the Alchemist Guild, no need for Dongfang Xiao’s direct involvement.

The elder and the envoy from the Nangong clan exchanged knowing glances, a subtle understanding passing between them. In a flash, both moved to encircle Ye Yu. Upon contact, both were injured; if they failed to remain vigilant, it would truly be foolish.

Over the years, cold observation had failed to unravel the knot of utmost virtue, leading to frequent melancholy and obsession. Madam Shu earnestly hoped the man before her could resolve the mystery of utmost virtue. Whether the late empress’s death was by natural disaster or human treachery, a verdict from Zhen Sanniang’s hands would bring closure.

As he spoke, Yuan Baoduo noticed the azure eyes in the cross-gallery suddenly flash an eerie pure white. Her heart tightened, abandoning the aerial struggle to hasten retreat back to the main force.

Ling Ming’s expression darkened sharply. He had not expected Ye Yu to withstand his palm strike unharmed, even having strength left to fend off an attack from his cousin Ling Yin. Could Ye Yu’s cultivation have advanced? Ling Ming’s gaze was grim.

Ling Yin had resolved her mind. Opening her mouth, she sent out a series of telepathic messages, soothing all city residents and water elemental beasts, then settled beside Luoyu’s ship.

Gu Jinxi’s eyes narrowed as she raised her ten fingers; upon touching his palm, violet flames suddenly burst forth.

With a flick, she tossed the half-smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out fiercely, as if harboring a grudge against it.

Chen Yaozhong did not rush inside. He circled the courtyard simply, roughly estimating which places needed repair or improvement.

The silver moon tree’s leaves rustled in the biting cold wind. Occasionally, a few playful leaves broke free from the branches, dancing a life-and-death waltz with the wind before resting quietly on the ground.

“Who wouldn’t adore our Miaomiao? She’s the most obedient! I think you’re just being naughty, lying even when the parents are here,” Grandma Ye stirred the pot.

Yu Canghai’s face darkened, silent. He bent over again, leaning on his sword as a cane.

Yu Canghai was startled, quickly turning back to block with his sword. Unbeknownst to him, this was a feint by Wu Yue. The sword did not clash head-on; instead, Wu Yue condensed spiritual energy beneath his feet, stepping swiftly to pass over Yu Canghai’s head once more.

Unexpectedly, the young woman proved stubborn, yanking the golden card onto his face and berating him vehemently. She scolded him for lacking respect, vowing she would never stoop to such behavior even if it cost her job. Afterward, she stormed off in a fury.

Synopsis: Monsters mutated by human contact with the GRT virus, far more ferocious and difficult to combat than typical zombies. Their razor-sharp claws can tear through steel, and even the novice rippers possess extraordinary strength and speed. Close combat is strongly discouraged.

If Li Guangyan had known from the start what she intended, then all her actions over the years would have been a colossal joke.

Ye Guilan did not wish Fang Huaijin to be harmed. She could not anticipate what segments the tournament would include, but she certainly did not expect to be the only one.

The token fit perfectly into the groove; upon matching, the coffin trembled violently.

As she left the school gate, she absentmindedly reached to touch her neck, only to find nothing. Her expression faltered briefly before softening once more.

Yu Zi smiled, planting a big kiss on her son’s cheek, taking his hand as they ascended the nine-tiered earthen platform.

The jadeite stones on the shelf mostly retained their outer skins, commanding high prices—tens of thousands per kilogram, sometimes even over a hundred thousand.

The qilin python howled in pain, whipping its tail to fling the carrot-headed creature far away. With a single flip, it hung from a tree branch.

Wang Dachun’s talisman ignited spontaneously. Using a peachwood sword to raise the burning talisman, he circled the table, stepping in mysterious patterns while chanting softly.