Chapter 29: The Apology

Outside the palace, within the Xie estate, a profound silence reigned.

Upon receiving the invitation from the Lu household to visit, Xie Liwen’s heart plummeted, and he was consumed by a restless anxiety. A heavy sense of guilt weighed upon him like a massive boulder, making him dread the prospect of visiting the Lu estate alone. After much deliberation, he decided to confess the matter to his elder brother.

When the eldest brother heard the news, his eyes flared with fury. Raising his hand, he struck Xie Liwen across the face with a resounding slap.

Before beginning her work for the day, she remembered that Orange had mentioned knowing Zhang Ying the previous night, so she reached out to arrange a time for them to meet.

Sui Yiyi still retained some of the memories of the body’s original owner, which made her feel an inexplicable sense of closeness when meeting this brother.

Zheng Jinyun, the sect leader of the Feipeng Sect, had only one son, whom he cherished dearly. It was clear that the young man standing behind the grey-clad elder, surrounded by guards, was he. Li Zhe cast his gaze toward him, quickly assessing his cultivation level; it was quite respectable—a Golden Core stage at such a young age, a true sign of early success.

From within the Great Wilderness Ridge, waves of energy rippled outward, accompanied by flashes of spiritual light and thunderous roars.

Seeing more and more corpses of fire spirits appearing, he acted decisively, transforming them into new undead monsters. Not only did this compensate for his losses in the previous sea of flames, but it even left him with a surplus.

The Saintly Body and Xi Shengnan were both stunned. However, the Saintly Body felt more bewilderment and terror. As Xi Shengnan had said, even with the power to overturn the heavens, he could not hope to escape from the clutches of so many people—especially now, as their fury burned as if he had desecrated their ancestral graves, vowing to tear him limb from limb.

The monster ceased its movements and began to speak. Its voice remained aged, yet it was more grating and piercing than a high-powered loudspeaker.

In her dazed state, she heard the sound of someone opening the door; it must have been Jiang Yu, returning from his late-night carousing.

"Look at how terrified you are. In consideration of you slapping Buren yesterday, I’ll let you off the hook," Liang Ju said airily as she emerged from the bathroom after freshening up.

Watching Zuo Changsheng break through to the Nascent Soul stage, Li Zhe was deeply moved by the profound mysteries of the Great Dao contained within the soul and the Dao lotus. He immediately began to align his own insights with the abstruse truths he was witnessing, and the harvest was immense.

Xu Moshen arched an eyebrow in surprise; he was slightly taken aback by this evident change in Chu Wugou, though he felt it was within reason.

Li Hao ignored the scene, turned back, and returned to his office. In a little while, he would have to drive to People's Square to meet Zhou Ruotong’s parents.

"No, it is we who should be thanking you." Lin Yuzhen stood up and bowed to Wang Yuan. The group was overwhelmed and hurried to help him up, terrified; they could not bear such a grand gesture from a prestigious figure of the main sect.

If his strength continued to grow at this rate, not only the mundane world but even the hidden world would eventually have no place for him.

In the dim, uncertain light of dawn, Lin Han brushed past the many cultivators rushing toward Taixuan City. As he walked, his mind wandered, his thoughts drifting in a thousand directions.

Lin Feng focused his mind, and the power of the Soul-Stealing Bead surged forth, intertwining with his magic to guide his perception deep into Fang Yilian’s mind.

Huang Jian’s words were not only passionate and stirring but also imbued with internal energy, carrying his voice to the far corners and moving everyone who heard him—soldiers and civilians alike.

The servant Wang Zhiran possessed only the power of the third tier of the Internal Path. Facing Huang Jian’s sword, he had no means of defense and could only twist his body desperately, barely managing to dodge the strike.

Bai Shu guessed what the two were thinking, yet he did not find the situation difficult to manage. Firstly, he knew Luo Shilan would never put him in an awkward position, and secondly, he felt that his aunt, Bai Caizhi, must have had some hidden motive for intending to sell Wan Meng.