Chapter 54: The Mu Family: The Sky is Falling

"Youbao is the Qi family's only little princess; whoever dares to bully her will be driven to bankruptcy!" Qi Han thought to herself.

That animal Mu Yao, who had ambitions higher than the heavens yet possessed no real talent and only lived off his family's wealth, should have gone bankrupt long ago!

"How dare the Mu family repeatedly resort to violence against such an adorable child?! Hmph, I wouldn't mind having someone volunteer as a test subject for my new inventions..."

Hidden behind his lenses, Qi Zhao's eyes emitted a cold glare far frostier than ice, fixing upon that...

The Empress Dowager, dressed in a long, quilted cotton robe of auspicious cloud-patterned brocade edged with grey squirrel fur and stood alongside her personal attendant Nanny Chu, nodded with a benevolent smile.

Those were pale faces, tattered military uniforms, and hollow, vacant eyes staring straight ahead. They gripped rusted weapons, indistinguishable as living men or ghosts, yet their hoarse growls exuded a bloodthirsty yearning.

At that moment, the coffin remained silent for a long time before a coffin lid flew off. While the main occupant still refused to show their face, thick white smoke—or rather, ghostly yin energy—billowed ceaselessly from within the casket.

After she walked closer, I finally saw the charity donation sign pinned to her chest, accompanied by a picture of a patient below it. Du Chenyu picked up his coffee and took a gentle sip, completely undisturbed by this unexpected visitor.

Boss Zhou of the Yi Shop was quite tall, yet not thin, giving one the impression of a large water vat. Such a physique carried an oppressive aura, but the smile he wore year-round still made him seem amiable.

All seven Crossing Tribulation stage masters, along with the old man, descended from the sky, leaving only the old man's avatar behind to control the silvery-white vortex in the air.

Just like that, with the deceptive Third Miss leading the way and those two filthy ghosts flanking and dragging me, we spun around and charged back along the path I had come.

This iron gate was not locked; it was merely barred from the inside. The latch was somewhat rusted and fused with the staple. After grabbing the latch and shaking it back and forth a few times, all the rust flakes cascaded down in a rustle, and then we shoved the door open.

If defeating Qiu Bai easily could be considered exceptionally impressive in the eyes of the crowd—making it at least certain for Zhang Yun to secure a spot on the Heaven's Pride Ranking—

I frowned, grabbed her hand, and examined it closely, but could find nothing amiss. Just as I was about to let go, she grinned with a snort, applied a slight force, and yanked me straight into the water.

Under normal circumstances, a mid-stage Eleventh-Order expert could simultaneously handle three low-stage Eleventh-Order experts. Given the sheer formidable combat prowess of Nether Cult members, a mid-stage Eleventh-Order expert could easily take on four low-stage Eleventh-Order experts at the same time without issue.

Because she had not dressed elaborately that night, her bright red dancing costume made her complexion look somewhat plain, so she used cinnabar to place a single dot between her eyebrows, applied only a faint tint to her lips, and her cheeks flushed pink with a delicate warmth from the wine she had drunk.

It wasn't until Qing Xiao launched her attack that Mu Yun finally understood that Qing Xiao hadn't thrown her immortal sword into the air to show off, but rather had another purpose entirely.

After sitting for a while, Zhang Youqiong went over to help Xie Baojiao. Ever since the recent car accident, Zhang Youqiong truly felt that the Han family did not treat her as an outsider, and she finally began to view the Han family as her own home.

The landing spot Di Tianli chose was not far from the city; within a short while, they were standing right at the city gates.

That day, she had been controlled by Yuanming and brought to the mountain top. She vaguely heard that Hua and her master shared a grudge spanning their past lives.

Nanny Ru dragged a pile of colorful ribbons down from Diao Man's courtyard and swiftly bound Diao Fengshuang up in a few deft movements. Diao Fengshuang's mouth was gagged, yet she still mumbled something indistinctly, her eyes shimmering with hazy tears, likely trying to catch Yuan Yuixi's attention—though unfortunately, Yuan Yuixi remained completely oblivious.

Ye Qinglan turned his head to look; apart from Feng Zhimu, who was standing somewhat straight, the rest of them were listing to one side.

"Isn't this outfit of my husband's a bit too flamboyant? After all, yesterday's wedding robes were so magnificent, shouldn't we go for something a bit more subdued today?" Qingyi asked Yuan Yuixi with a trace of uncertainty. Although she had reference records, Yuan Yuixi was still far more familiar with the people in the estate.