Chapter 36: Never Admit Defeat

If it were the Yan Jingchen of the past, perhaps he would have enjoyed the feeling of being relied on by a beautiful woman. But now…

The smile at the corner of his lips deepened, yet an almost imperceptible hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

“Oh? Uneasy, are you?”

Yan Jingchen lightly tilted Chu Ruoyan’s chin with the tip of his fan, the gesture intimate, but his tone laced with amusement. “Are you worried about your sister, or are you afraid that if she survives and comes out, she’ll reveal what you’ve done?”

Chu Ruoyan’s body stiffened.

A multitude of tangled thoughts passed through Qin Shi’s mind before he finally closed his eyes, banished his distractions, and entered a state of meditation.

“You can kiss me,” Fu Sijin said softly, his slender, well-defined hand resting on the door.

Though he had never truly raised a hand against her, she had to admit that he did have grounds for his arrogance.

Besides, since you all know Chen Qian is impulsive and acts without considering the consequences, did you ever think about what he might do if someone tried to take the person away from him?

As Zhao Yunshang finished speaking, Lin Chongyang reached out with his right hand, and with a gesture across the air, the ornate sword in her grasp broke free from its restraints and, ringing out, landed in Lin Chongyang’s hand.

Though they had no business interfering in the Su family’s affairs, both families were involved in the betrothal banquet. Judging by the current situation, it seemed unlikely that the day after tomorrow’s event would go smoothly.

Being together… she must be happy, too. Fu Sijin was confident—no one in this world could take better care of Mu Chuanwan than he could.

If there were anyone who could, with such formidable sorcery, why did they fall so miserably? The commotion they stirred up died down not long after it began.

The core members of the Blood Troupe and the elite of the Western Territories would be evenly matched one-on-one, but their opponents simply had greater numbers.

At first, Shiyi spoke up for Zhou Zhou, genuinely feeling that Zhou Zhou was suffering to the extreme.

A round of applause sounded as over a dozen people stepped out from the surrounding thicket. The young man leading them smiled at the group—it was Li Er, the new recruit to Misty Spirit Mountain.

As for Gu Yuena, there was no need for her to spend extra time cultivating. As long as she consumed and refined more of Yao Xuan’s life essence, her bloodline and cultivation would advance rapidly, her strength improving by leaps and bounds.

Even now, Su Nanqiu’s heart still held a trace of lingering fear. If Hou Qian was unaware of this matter, then Su Nanqiu could explain it as his own doing. But if Hou Qian already knew, or suspected something, then he would have to follow Hou Qian’s lead in the conversation.

In this world, some people shed their armor because of gentleness, while others are covered in armor because of it.

Su Nanqiu dwelled on it in his mind for a long time, finally focusing his attention on the toxicity of the Nine Phoenix Viperweed.

The ancient walls of the Holy City, standing for nearly a thousand years, collapsed with a thunderous roar. Billowing dust and debris rose, almost blotting out the sky.

But the terrifying thing about the jellyfish beast lay in its unique ability, “Land of Deadly Poison.” It constantly released a colorless, odorless toxin; once it locked onto a target, it would summon its companions.

Suddenly, the door opened. A figure in red appeared outside. That exquisite face blurred before Su Nanqiu’s eyes. He reached out, longing to grasp the celestial woman before him, but in the end, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Once this diagram is fully formed, it can devour all things. Even if an enemy’s attack exceeds the Eight Trigrams Diagram’s limits, it can still dissolve most of the force.

Enough—after sulking for half a year, he had earned it all back. Guo Jia could tell that Hua An truly regarded him as a disciple, or even as a son.

After several incidents, as a great warlord, Liu Biao naturally felt humiliated and furious, and began to ignore Zhuge Liang altogether.