Chapter 30: The Mysterious Stranger

Lu Huai was a man of suspicion, his mind deep and inscrutable. Now that he had begun to doubt himself, he would never let himself off so easily. Zheng Ancheng glanced sidelong at his godson, then continued writing on the memorial before him, its contents echoing everything Emperor Jiacheng had said earlier, words he had committed to memory.

"Very well, I'll be waiting to see what happens," he said. With that, the middle-aged man vanished like a gust of wind.

Ye Chu smiled faintly. Today, Ye Jiarou had seen Lu Huai; perhaps she already had schemes in mind. Yet seeing Song Qianru rebuffed so thoroughly, she would likely shrink back from her ambitions once more.

Lu Huai and Ye Chu arrived in Paris at noon, and Ah Yue had already reserved a table at a restaurant.

Chen Fei carefully examined the seeds among the withered plants he had encountered, and discovered they were the seeds of Void Grass.

He had received much faith, and had known countless worship and reverence. His followers either admired the merits of his founding of the cycle of reincarnation, or feared his power as the lord of the Nine Netherworlds. They worshipped him, prayed to him, honored him, hoping ultimately for his protection and blessing.

Among those present, aside from the two of them, there was an old man clothed in the golden clan’s attire with striking red hair, drawing particular attention.

Du Yao’s face was deathly pale, trembling so much she could not speak, her last shred of hope utterly vanished.

It could be said that the future of the realm of defiance rested almost entirely upon their shoulders. Yet at such a time, to hear they would all journey to the Ancient Domain was both surprising and worrying.

Chu Tiankuo moved with effortless grace, his jade fan swirling with flair. His entire being radiated a momentum like mountains crashing down, leaving all who witnessed it in awe.

Qianye’s words made sense, so Shaohua no longer insisted on her own ideas. Among these people, the only one she truly cared about from beginning to end was Qianye; as for the others, what did they matter to her?

Liu Xin knelt on the ground. Seeing the emperor’s rage subside, the terror in his heart gradually faded. He stole a glance sideways, noticing the emperor’s anger had given way to a look of profound sorrow.

Yet pride made me retreat. I had been struck by the Love Palm, my martial arts destroyed, reduced to a cripple—I could not bear for you all to see me in such a wretched state.

Only now did I realize that after being hit by the arrow, apart from the pain at the wound, there was nothing unusual.

It was the busiest time, yet she seemed to have nothing to do, and this unsettled her.

He was the legitimate son of a certain county. Gao Zixuan’s expression improved a little, but only just.

She drew a sharp dagger from her trouser leg, and as she pressed it to Jiangnan’s throat, she felt a cold touch against her forehead.

Galen watched Du Qiangwei flee, and soon saw Yuan Ying emerge as well. He was thoroughly confused—just what were the two of them up to?

In fact, Chen Guohan’s actions were quite understandable. Having barely won the match, he no longer had the strength to continue, so it was better to step down and let the next teammate take over.

Sure enough, within moments, as Qin Fen’s talismans shot out one after another, they suddenly ignited in the night sky, each seeking its target, ultimately settling securely atop the peaks of seven mountains.

Yuan Ying was fearless, entering first and in the blink of an eye arriving outside a café in Ju Gorge City.

An elder shouted furiously—the first to question Ye Tian. Hearing the old man, Ye Tian smiled at the corner of his mouth. The chicken was caught; it was time to slaughter it.

"Good. Spread the word—the Supreme Divine Abyss Council is convened. All peerless Holy Dao cultivators of the Spirit Clan must attend." The Annihilation Ancestor Vine immediately issued the command.

Cheng Muxi spoke softly, sizing up the boy before her clad in rusty armor as she took the fruit from him. Xue Hao, feeling her gaze, rubbed his nose, his face flushing as he turned to look at the light armor worn by Nangong Xingyuan, his heart sour.

"Whoosh… Boom!" Just then, a storm erupted in the Void Passage, shaking the boundaries of space violently. Countless fragments of the void formed a tempest, surging toward the interstellar warship and nearly overturning it.

The squad of 196 flag bearers marched in perfect unison, their gloved hands waving as if stirring up layer upon layer of white waves.

Thanks to the encouragement and care of the mute beggar woman, the wound in Ruan Daxiong’s mouth became inflamed and suppurated. That night, he developed a high fever, his lips and nose swelling terribly, his throat so inflamed it resembled a goiter, making breathing difficult. With the stench of the nearby sewer suffocating him, the torment was so great that Ruan Daxiong almost wished for death.

He felt no further attachment. Casting his gaze around, he gathered everything of use, rose to his feet, opened the stone door, and left.

Chen Heng nodded, not angered by his disciple’s words, even though they contradicted the principles he had taught. He looked relieved, as if gratified that Li Qing could confide in him.

⑤ On our turn, while this card is face-up on the field, we may destroy it ourselves.

"I can tell you’re not that sort of person. Otherwise, I wouldn’t trust you so much." Yet Lei Yu remained unmoved by his words. He understood Xue Ning Shang’s temperament thoroughly.

Another dawn broke. The newborn sun’s gentle halo softly caressed the earth, illuminating every shadow and driving away the chill of the night. The world brimmed with vitality.

His voice, ever more subdued, conveyed his deep hopes for Yang Zhenxian. What Yang Yi wanted from Yang Zhenxian was not merely to be the head of the Yang vein, but to become a great leader who could guide the Xi Clan to the highest realms of the heavens.