Volume One, Chapter 29: Different Thoughts

This could never be fatal to the Marquis of the Western Mountain; in the blink of an eye, two new arms had grown, and his supernatural abilities became even faster. Space collapsed, and a crushing pressure emerged from all directions, as if intending to exile Lin Chuan completely into the universe.

Xia Shan’s brows were tightly knit as he stared dazedly at his son, a breath caught in his throat, forcing him to cough several times. He clutched his chest, gasping heavily, finally exerting all his strength to regain composure.

“I merely set up a trap by accident, and never imagined it would actually come into play,” the Marquis of the Western Mountain said, his central head already regenerated, six eyes fixed on Lin Chuan with a smile.

“If I were your mother, I’d certainly kill your stepfather,” Xia Qiu interjected suddenly.

In the end, Wei Jian, emboldened by alcohol, began to discreetly pull Yang Tianyou into the Crown Prince’s faction, but Yan Tianyou responded vaguely and never committed.

Fortunately, not all the members of the Vermilion Bird clan could wield the Threefold True Fire. Otherwise, never mind exterminating the Four Divine Beasts—just dealing with the Vermilion Bird clan alone would require them to exhaust all their strength.

It was when Qiu Zhixuan had just arrived in Beijing and had clashed with Bai Qifan several times, culminating in their negotiations.

Lin Chuan was not the only one who could discern the outcome; Lu Xuanqing and the elders of the Divine Clan could as well. The Marquis of the Dragon, in particular, narrowed his pupils—Qing Hou was doomed. As the saying goes, the death of a rabbit brings sorrow to the fox.

Yan Tianyou truly dared not resist, fearing the corrupt officials might turn desperate and harm his mother. He stood still, allowing the prison guards to bind him. In his mind, a chain could never restrain him; his martial prowess was more than enough to break free.

Qi Rou grabbed the handkerchief on her cheongsam, incessantly wiping her tears, her choking sobs and falling tears making her appear pitiful and delicate.

Meanwhile, the low-level cultivators of the Sword Heart Sect huddled outside, forming a tight collective for warmth and safety.

“You bastard, die! Hand of the Dead!” Absalom grinned viciously at Li Ziming.

Dongfang Jin looked helplessly behind him, intending to ask Su Muxi for help, only to discover that Su Muxi and Han Sijun had quietly left the hall.

What kind of hatred could drive one to such poison? Was it because the bride refused to consummate the marriage with Han Sijun, and he forced her, prompting her to retaliate?

Wu Pengcheng shouted and rushed forward, but only managed a few steps before collapsing again, blood pouring from his shoulder.

“Well, I suppose I must apologize…” Li Ziming shrugged, and the two cunning men laughed together, while Kondo Qiong, standing nearby, shuddered.

“What, just like that—so ruthless? Ah… Zhengxi is hurt; how could I not feel heartache? Yet this was truly reckless. General Yan's action wasn't improper, and this beating was deserved,” the Princess declared with enlightened understanding.

From the outside, that Cantonese restaurant did not seem particularly luxurious—just an ordinary medium-sized eatery. But upon entering, one discovered a world within.

“Elder Sister, are you implying… there are others who want Fei Ziran dead?” Prince Rong frowned in surprise.

She actually did not care much about Kang Longji’s ‘trial’ of Zhou An. She wanted only the outcome, trusting Kang Longji’s competence, but now she could not help but speak up.

In truth, Bai Li Jiangling was markedly different from the others. Whether Xu Tianzheng, Zhao Tianxiong, Li Qingling, or Hou Xiaoqian, all possessed remarkable talents—exceptional even by the standards of the Upper Realm.

It’s like everyone eats pork and beef, but who witnesses the slaughter without a pang of compassion?

Yet Chen Sheng did not spare him, suspecting him of hoarding power and thus had him killed.

Jiutian gave Changqing a calming look, then fixated his gaze on Chen Facai. He could not believe Chen Facai would remain unmoved.

Even Bing Yuer’s face, which was somewhat pale, immediately recovered upon hearing Moon Fairy’s earlier words.

Before Yuxi could explain, the battle reignited; those strong souls who had previously turned into void spirits attacked them with greater ferocity, stronger than they had been in life.

This was an unexpected gift. Jiutian politely declined twice but eventually accepted, planning to give it to Liang Xue upon returning, so she could bring Yiyi along to play.

Of course, some sharp-eyed individuals noticed that the newly established Imperial Guard’s commander was the highly mysterious Yuan Shengshi, one of the Eight Imperial Guards, but after noting it, nothing more came of it.

This tunnel was utterly unremarkable amidst the maze of passages, no different from the others.

For such fleeting things, she felt neither dislike nor particular affection. If she did like them, it was mostly for the meaning they represented.

Mu Manni’s shriek had barely ended when the iron door of the carriage slammed shut from the outside.

Though she now stayed in a VIP ward with a large enough sofa for Mo Nanting to rest, the nurses and doctors would still come in from time to time to change her dressings. Mo Nanting was the sort who couldn’t sleep through the slightest disturbance, so she unhesitatingly sent him home to rest.

“My surname is Qiao; just call me Doctor Qiao,” Dong Ling replied casually, then carefully took her pulse.

“Dad, you can’t blame me entirely. Clearly, someone is targeting our Nangong family, but our group and the mainland consortiums have no grudges. I’ve racked my brains and still can’t figure out the mastermind,” Nangong Han argued.

She had seen the photo of Young Master Gu on Xiao Xiaotian’s phone. She had to admit Gu Yucheng was truly handsome, and she couldn’t understand why Xiao Xiaotian had abandoned such a good-looking boyfriend.