Chapter Ninety-Two: A Scheme

Gu Zhuo had originally thought that only members of the Gu clan had come, but in fact, representatives from all nine old families in the village had arrived.

As it happened, the Liu family had sent Liu Jiazhu.

When he saw her, Liu Jiazhu was plainly overcome with emotion. His eyes turned red, and he nearly burst into tears.

“How is Sister-in-law Qiaoling?” Gu Zhuo asked first.

“She’s fine,” Liu Jiazhu said, sniffling. “The medicine woman has been treating her with acupuncture the whole time. There was a little bleeding now and then, but it was always brought under control. Lately her appetite has really picked up.”

Just as everyone was hoping that the elders would not abandon them, the several elders had in fact made the very same choice as the High Elder of the Dharma Sect.

The figures wrapped in noble grace all seemed to exude a chill, no less biting than the weather at that moment.

And the Demon King, along with the many cultivators, suddenly tensed up, fearing that the Heart of the Holy Realm had truly arrived.

If things continued along this path, the words of the Grand Elder of the Three Pure Ones Sect would, in truth, count as a sliver of hope.

There was no doubt that he understood very well that if not for Bai Liyao being here, the cultivators who had followed them would already have rushed forward to kill and seize their power.

Gu Huaijin did not understand, nor had he ever truly felt it. He only thought that nestling in a man’s arms like this was very nice. In the Land of the Dead, he had also tasted the feeling of wielding power; it was nothing special, and he even thought there were far too many trivial matters to deal with himself. He was not as happy as he was now.

It was a tense interview scene. He too wore a dark navy suit, paired with a tie in the same color as her scarf, pale blue and white striped, giving off the feeling of sea breeze and refreshing coolness.

The instant their gazes met, Ling Xiao only felt that the way she looked at him was profoundly unfamiliar, as though she were looking at a stranger.

Perhaps too much time had passed, or perhaps... after Wen Yujun had left, their years of love had long since transformed into something closer to family affection.

Facing the forceful Bi'an, Li Yifeng suddenly felt that his own state today was somewhat unbelievable.

“How do you know I have the Azure Spirit Pill on me?” Long Bufan asked in some confusion, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the somewhat scruffy old man before him.

Before he could think further, the sea of blood suddenly exploded. From within it rose a colossal bloodied hand like that of a fiend, slamming viciously toward Xia Muoqiu.

The bright moon withdrew into hiding, the night grew darker, and all at once white mist gathered and swirled in the cold wind, making the already lonely night seem even more desolate and chill.

“If there is a next time, I shall surely cut you down without mercy!” The beast’s voice was full of fury and murderous intent.

This was actually easy to understand. For example, Sun Wukong’s Golden Cudgel—would an ordinary mortal, even if he obtained it, be able to become a tyrant with it?

The armed guards beside Zhao Ji frowned at the faintly trembling quilt, their gaze sharp, as though they were the famous detective Sherlock Holmes and had already seen through everything.

As the black mist completely vanished, the appearance of the wronged soul was fully revealed before Lei Shan’s eyes.

By then, Huangquan could no longer care that the Nine Nether Mystic Liquid and the founder’s jade statue were still in Lei Shan’s hands. All he wanted now was to kill Lei Shan and vent the fury burning in his chest. As for the Nine Nether Mystic Liquid and the founder’s jade statue—who cared? Kill the man first and speak of the rest later.

Li Ming was still throwing a tantrum when a voice suddenly snapped at him loudly, the tone filled with anger, disgust, and murderous intent.

After hearing Jun Cong’s words, the scene was brought somewhat under control, and the noise of voices decreased greatly.

I hurriedly turned my head and saw a savage tribesman with his face painted in riotous colors, standing no more than an arm’s length away from me.

Tuoba Hong flew into a rage on the spot and said to Chu Huashang, “I shall deal with Imperial Concubine Jing myself.” With a sweep of his sleeve, he left Xianfu Palace, while at the same time ordering the attendants to summon Imperial Concubine Jing to Jianzhang Palace.

Xia Aorui had originally thought that, having suffered such a great setback, Feng Hongge would probably need some time to recuperate.

Wu Zhigang stared at Dongfang Jing and, as though speaking of his own affairs, recounted everything in a leisurely flow, as if unfolding a catalogue of treasured possessions.