Chapter 73 Raising Suspicions-Após fingir a própria morte por câncer, o marido canalha e o filho ingrato choram como cães(O imortal busca a imortalidade)

It was the same call from just moments ago, and Xu Miao’s brows were tightly furrowed with anxiety.
She picked up her phone, staring at the incoming number displayed on the screen, a growing tension gripping her heart.
Turning her head to look at Pei Qizhou, a hint of hesitation and unease flickered in her eyes.
"Qizhou, I need to take this call," she said softly, preparing to rise and leave.

High-ranking semi-emperors, top-tier semi-emperors, and pinnacle semi-emperors—one after another, tier by tier—shouted cries of battle across the skies, relentlessly pursuing Li Yan. Yet Li Yan was as agile as a slippery loach, time and again dodging their pursuit to pop up elsewhere and stir up trouble. He drove them to roar with rage and choke down mouthfuls of frustrated blood.

Brother Zhan had remained inside his room ever since his return yesterday, and even now, with dawn fully broken, there was still no movement from him. Liancheng Qingyou paced back and forth outside Zhan Xiao’s doorway, yet never dared to step inside to investigate.

As an emperor, betrayed by his own flesh and blood, how desolate and ruthless must his heart feel now?

"How is this any different? Isn't it just like selling goods in current shops?" Wan Yunjun asked.

With this, the matter came to a temporary close. Since it would be several days before they could leave, the group dispersed once more. Some chose to remain within this White Tiger palace, while others headed to the previous disciple trial grounds, leaving Lu Feng and Ye Wan'er behind.

Meanwhile, Holy Keisha sat upon the throne aboard the Celestial Blade, leaning sideways with one hand propped against her chin and her legs crossed, wearing an air of haughty detachment as she gazed coldly down from above.

At that moment, Li Yan caught sight of the so-called divine race. Surprisingly, they bore a striking resemblance to Western angels, with pristine white or multicolored wings unfurled behind their backs. Standing two meters tall, they clutched long spears and wore heroic armor, possessing breathtaking good looks as they engaged in a desperate, to-the-death battle with the human race.

Zhan Xiao led the two of them to the locked wooden door he had discovered. The door itself was utterly ordinary, yet the presence of a lock on such a mundane door made it deeply peculiar.

Suxi looked at Yan Liran with a trace of puzzlement. Gold affinity wasn't afraid of water, but could it really prevent suffocation?

The lingering glow of the setting sunset washed over them, their two figures gradually seeming to melt into a single silhouette, exuding an extraordinary harmony and warmth.

Fortunately, the text was not overly complex, and she was still able to decipher it, causing Song Weiyi to heave a sigh of relief.

She didn't even know whether she wanted to ask him why he had colluded with Leng Weiyuan to frame her father, or why he had chosen to lie. She didn't even understand why her heart ached so fiercely the very moment his falsehoods were shattered.

As ill luck would have it, the weather was already sweltering, and she was cooped up inside the carriage like a steamer. Even without doing a thing, a single day of jolting travel was enough to drench her in sweat.

He could not help but take Su Pan'er's hand, carefully probing for a long while, yet still unable to find the slightest proof that she was still alive.

For a time, they felt as though they were facing not survivors, but NPCs. Their comprehension of magic and combat stood higher than theirs by more than a tier, so high that looking up revealed no end in sight.

Only then did Xiao Wei realize that the bets of the system deity were not so easy to play with; reality, after all, held countless accidental factors, and one needed to consider things much more thoroughly.

How could the Borjigin clan dare to speak? Yet, upon hearing the Holy Empress promise that it would not be leaked, and pressed by repeated demands, they finally spilled the truth.

Surrounded by the weeping willows along the moat, directly across the waterway from the Imperial Examination Compound, lay Shengjing's notoriously vibrant pleasure quarters.

It was not that the military intentionally mistreated them, but rather that housing was genuinely at a premium. The urban area of Tianhe City, originally home to a mere one million and five hundred thousand residents, was now forced to cram in over nine million people, making the housing pressure unimaginable.

Mu Zhijing dashed up before him, utterly speechless, and threw herself into his arms, weeping like a broken doll.

At the sight, Zhao Zongxuan and the others burst into hearty laughter. How often had they ever witnessed Lu Zifeng in such a state of utter embarrassment?