Chapter 98: Qinghuan’s Decision, Dabao’s Troubles

After listening to her sister, Qinghuan was deeply moved. She knew her sister meant well, and she began to think it over seriously.

Though she had once decided to strike out on her own and not burden her elder sister, her household registration was still with the Han family, and she could only return there to live. After what had happened to the Hans, she did not know how the villagers there would look at her, and her heart was uneasy.

She also knew that widows living alone in the village had a hard lot. The grain they earned with so much effort could be stolen with a moment’s carelessness, and from time to time there were shameless men who came sneaking around at night.

There must be a reason for all this. Yet Yang Lan could not have guessed it; she could only twist and fidget there in restless impatience, as though she could hardly wait to fly onto the stage at once and tear off Ruan Zhi’s veil.

Jiang Yunhui said nothing. He only smiled faintly, impossible to read, leaving no hint of what he was thinking.

But in Xia Chuxin’s heart, even after three years of being classmates, she had never held a deep impression of Lin Can, much less any liking for him.

Diewanhua’s overwhelming evil and demonic consciousness caught the attacks of all three with perfect clarity, showing not the slightest fear of their fierce offensive.

Even the defining trait of penetrating void divine sense could not withstand a direct clash with the demon king’s essence-forming spirit. One could imagine how formidable the Heavenly Demon Art was; it truly deserved its name as the foremost law of the demonic path.

Chu Feiwu stared blankly. Revolving stars? Was that not the turning of heaven and earth? Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a jolt run through him, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Martial art is evolved from the instinctive laws of the forest, born from all things in nature, transforming power into countless techniques and forms of attack. It is chiefly for slaughter.

“Hey!” After being struck, the bodyguard showed no expression at all, only a humble, apologetic attitude as he bowed his head heavily.

Everyone was startled. It was already obvious that the Nether Demon Realm had the upper hand; it would have been well enough if they did not provoke trouble. Why was this Chuanqing taking the initiative to strike?

“It’s here. In the wardrobe.” Ling Paiting’s bright eyes rolled slightly, gradually filling with a trace of amusement.

Chu Nan simply pretended to be tired and said no more. He closed his eyes and sat in the chair, quietly waiting for Cai Mingyue to arrive.

After helping her apply the medicine, he set the box aside, turned, and took a robe to the bathroom to bathe.

Mo Huaiyuan’s cold laugh, wrapped in killing intent, seeped from his chest and lungs all the way to his hoarse throat. As he approached, he was like a god sweeping down with a black storm, pressing step by step from above; the faint scarlet in his eyes snapped the last taut thread in Zou Yan’s heart.

The two had arranged to meet at a coffee shop. For the past two years, her friend at the newspaper had failed to uncover any major scoop. So when Ruan Muyu showed her those photos of Xia Chan and Ruan Jingyu, she was stunned.

The creature’s true body was something shaped like a squid or perhaps a cuttlefish, though on closer inspection it was not quite the same. Apart from the hard internal plate found in cuttlefish, it was in fact a soft-bodied creature, but the colossal beast before them was not.

With a soft sound, the sword pierced straight through the wolf’s head. Zi Han looked at the demon core in his hand, still stained with black wolf blood, and the demonic aura within it was indeed terrifying.

The reason Xu Hao, after dying, had to grow slowly from spirit and ghost to become a dark minister was that he had been harmed by malevolent forces and therefore was unwilling to have his soul usurped. He was one of the fifteen Daoist Reverends, his heart devoted to the path, his obsession immense; even the Ghost King could hardly forcibly seize his soul. Thus he embarked on his own long and arduous path of cultivation.

Huo Siran let out a cold laugh, interlacing his fingers. In his deep eyes, faint and intricate glimmers flickered as he looked out the window, wondering what expression she would have when she learned that the so-called “friend” she had protected so fiercely was actually him.

Twenty trebuchets fired at once. The stones came tearing through the air with fierce wind behind them; some flew over the battlements, some smashed into the city walls, and others struck the watchtowers, instantly throwing everything into chaos.

“Xu Junyu, the younger son of General Xu.” He smiled slightly and extended a hand, shaking hands with him before Mo Huaiyuan took his seat.

Standing beside Xiaoxiang, the principal gave a whole introduction to his academy, and embellished Ai Lian’s situation at the school in every possible way until it sounded perfect.