Chapter Ninety-Five: Mutual Harm

Shangguan Yuheng gently blew on the froth of his tea, smiling as warmly as the spring sun. “Brother Li, there are many strange things in this world. Young Lord Yan’s little stunt is nothing more than fodder for conversation in the cultivation world.”

Li Yan gave a slight shake of his head, a trace of amusement flickering in his misty eyes. “Yu Heng, the way you put it makes you sound like the one fanning the flames from behind the scenes.”

Shangguan Yuheng’s fingertips paused. The tea leaves drifting in the cup suddenly stilled.

When he lifted his eyes, the smile had not faded in the slightest, yet a dark glimmer rose in his gaze.

Zhang Jianhao had transmigrated to Chang’an City. Though it had been less than half a month, all those familiar scenes rose at once in his mind: one scene after another, one vivid face after another, as real as a film unfolding before his eyes.

Their quarrels in Korea, his renewed spirit after being discharged from the hospital, the delight at his strength, the ache for all he had borne—only now did he understand that long ago he had already been running from it. It was foolish of him to believe that everything would be fine once he learned to let go. It turned out that the one who could not release his grip was not only himself; he was even more tightly bound within it.

“I’m out of town too. What is it?” Sang Guo blurted out lies without even needing to draft them first.

“Why do this? You’re the one who didn’t want me to leave, aren’t you?” What on earth was she thinking? Did this foolish girl never think for herself?

Ding Yu roared and instantly took control of the black hole above his head, making it devour the Heavenly Punishment Divine Weapon.

Han Fangfei was a little overwhelmed by the favor. At first, when Su Doudou pulled her along, she had been somewhat reluctant, but hearing Su Doudou praise her, she gradually relaxed.

Even the Beiling Duke, who was already at the half-step Immortal King realm, had turned out to be little more than an ant before Ding Yu. Cold sweat broke out all over him. He came abruptly to himself, finally understanding that the distance between himself and Ding Yu was as vast as heaven and earth. His eyes darted, and he obediently shut his mouth at once, saying no more.

Ling Yun could only sit on horseback and admire the fireworks. No matter how beautiful a thing was, there would always come a day when it withered. Perhaps he had seen too much by now; he no longer felt the anticipation he once had. And yet he could not help admiring the Zhao Kingdom’s abundance of gifted talent.

For now, all of that could be set aside. What mattered most at the moment was to free Cui Shangong, and then find another chance to release Xiao Wumian as well. Since Xi Chen had not killed Xiao Wumian, it meant Xiao Wumian was still useful to him. Now that the two kingdoms in the northwest were at war, no one knew how the fighting was going. As for the naval forces, they actually still needed Xiao Wumian.

“Hello, are you Mr. Lou Dehua?” Hu Xixi walked up to him and asked with easy confidence.

They had already heard before that there were indeed gold mines around Daben City. However, the mining had always been carried out in secret.

He was not sure whether the man before him was friend or foe, and had no idea whether he would do anything to harm Su Xueting.

These past few days, the E family seemed to have done nothing, but in truth they had long since investigated Su Zhao’s background in every detail, even down to how many times he had wet the bed in kindergarten.

He flicked the space ring with a finger, and a green herb appeared in his palm. After a brief hesitation, Yu Hao tossed it into the pill furnace.

At those words, everyone present was stunned. Shen Da turned out to be his elder brother—then would he not be the prime suspect?

But after all, his skill was not particularly good. A long, bloody gash had been carved across his back by the East Asian ninja’s dagger.

The howl of the wind stabbed at my ears with pain. My broken body swayed on the verge of collapse, and now I was held up only by a single stubborn conviction.

Hearing Nan Jinnian’s reply, Xia Anan’s lips curved slightly, but she still could not force out even the faintest smile.

Cai Erde stared fixedly at Zhang Mu. Matters had already come to this, and yet he was still so arrogant.

The flash ball that child played with was soft and resistant to being smashed; let alone crushing it, even cutting it with a knife would take effort.

In truth, it was not some so-called dark matter at all, but true chaos. However, because those things belonged to the mystical side, no one would have understood even if they had been told, so Jingzi had named a substance everyone could comprehend.