Chapter 68: Seizing the Initiative

“This method may seem reliable, but it’s far too passive. Tell me the second method,” Affleck said. In truth, he’d considered this approach before, but he refused to be a coward hiding in his shell.

Mu Juecheng, seeing that the man was still clinging to life, quickly encouraged him to stay conscious while dialing for an ambulance.

Thinking of how many choices in the game “Heroes Unleashed” always had a confirmation step, Meng Feila decided to give it a try and draped the item over her shoulders.

Looking at the village chief, she had an instinctive feeling that he didn’t believe she was the one who had led those people to rob the village. Still, for reasons unknown, he allowed the villagers to place one hat after another upon her head.

The mood was lively, and as time passed, everyone drank more and more. In the end, Song Xian and the officers were all sprawled out drunk around the table.

“This must be the profound mystery of speed within the laws of lightning, right?” Hadley speculated silently as he felt the dragon-shaped lightning coursing through his body.

At that moment, Lin Wuhen looked up to see Lin Moryu, who at some point had fetched a bunch of grapes. She was eating them leisurely, watching the spectacle unfold around her as the crowd applauded and chanted.

Fang Yuanhui was momentarily stunned, then, under the overwhelming pressure of the five people beside her, nodded her head without ever glancing at Liu Xiying.

Moryu accepted the cloak, put it on, and slowly stood up. She discreetly wiped the bloodstains off the chair with a handkerchief, folded it neatly, and tucked it into her sleeve.

He, too, wanted to live a long life. If that day ever came, he feared he wouldn’t be able to leave her behind.

But these matters were not so easily compromised, and it was truly difficult to believe what impact the aftermath would have on himself.

Her hands were trapped, unable to move. In that instant, she activated the Spirit Fruit on her wrist. He didn’t dodge, and with a bang, the power of the soul struck his chest.

In the gauzy bedchamber, Jiuliu lounged at ease, while Hualuo was tormented by mosquitoes, unable to sleep. The buzzing at her ears was relentless, never-ending.

“We spent so much effort to find you, but what about us? Did you ever consider our feelings?” Even when sending things, she left a note telling them it was for Ye Zichun.

She did everything right, yet her light was always overshadowed by Xu Lian, pressing her down so she could barely breathe.

“Oh dear, I’ve gotten my hands on something incredible again,” Mirror said, observing herself with a hand glass while manipulating the magic circle beside her.

Everyone was talking at once, and the noise gave Dongfang Ling’er a splitting headache. She pressed her forehead in exasperation. Yet, as they all cared for her, she was embarrassed to lose her temper.

“All right,” Xia Anyi replied. After pulling the quilt up for him, she left calmly.

In the past, she’d been powerless to do anything, so destitute she could only rely on Hualuo’s family for charity. Now, it was as if she had succeeded in business and entered the upper echelons, finally able to take charge of her own life.

Before the words were out, the light suddenly dimmed, and the scene before her eyes changed dramatically in an instant.

“Was it you who pushed the media to chase after the plagiarism incident with Rainy Night’s painting?” Her voice was icy cold.

“Jin Lan, Jin Lan, we’re back!” Mu Yunmo called out excitedly, waving as he rushed up to Jin Lan, leaping from the carriage.

Even though no one had seen his face, only his back, Huang Wuye could feel that the fairy’s body was now under new control.

As night fell and the last group had just been sent off, Mu Yunqing returned to the main hall. There, everyone else had already departed, with only Emperor Jiuyin remaining in his seat, his expression calm, as if he had been waiting for her.

“Whether or not they’re good material remains to be seen,” Mu Yunqing said. She never judged by talent, only by willpower and temperament—just as she’d done with Feng Yan.

However, she knew all too well that the coming battles would be even harsher than those they faced now; the demon army waiting ahead would surely be far stronger.

As Li Ling puzzled over this, a new message popped up on the translucent screen before her eyes.

Her bright gaze met the old emperor’s eyes, reflecting his shadow within them, tinged with a faint contempt.

In the meeting room, everyone turned their attention to Jin Guangming. Even Director Lu Tu, who usually appeared indifferent, looked over.

Xia Yu’s tense expression slowly relaxed, her gaze fixed on Long Qing as if to imprint him deep within her soul.

Yingchun felt the empress had a remarkably strong psyche—such people were usually just as adept at scheming.

“Uncle Zhao can’t do accounts, so there’s no way he could have made money from business. What’s more, after Aunt Zhao gave birth, their family’s situation actually improved. So Uncle Zhao was telling the truth,” said Wu Qian.

“What’s wrong?” Long Qing asked in confusion. By all rights, since he was going to meet Xia Yu’s parents, shouldn’t she be overjoyed?

Such longing… In the past, her self-sacrifice had been a last resort, an unavoidable choice—considering herself, considering Xuan Shitian’s family. But now, seeing everything proceeding in good order…

Why did Yuanchun seem so much more distant this time, not even mentioning Rongguo Manor?

I was dizzy, realizing that if I didn’t get out at once, I’d die in the next second. But… The Ghost King, Ming Xingui, withdrew, ethereal black mist shrouding his head and body. His face tonight was grim, his dangerous eyes narrowed to slits as he strode, fuming, into the royal hall.

Hearing such heartwarming words, all the grievances of the past few days came rushing back. Her moist eyes, which had held back tears for so long, finally overflowed like a breached dam.

Linghu Jin, though harboring doubts, nevertheless agreed to the envoy’s proposal and began to help him orchestrate the various factions.

Once again, they were deep within the dense forest, thick with miasma. With the advantage of the terrain, their combat strength increased. To truly slay a demon beast, at least three people had to join forces; only when undisturbed would it take at least five breaths to completely snuff out its life.