Chapter 51: A Two-Pronged Approach-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

Wei Yunxi quickly followed up, saying,
“Senior brother, doesn’t the sect have a Hall of Enforcement? How can such things be allowed to happen?”
Fan Si replied with a meaningful tone,
“The world of cultivation reveres strength above all. The Haoran Sect alone has thirty to forty thousand outer disciples; the enforcers can’t possibly be at your side every day. Inevitably, there are lapses.
If you’re lucky, nothing will happen this time, or the Hall of Enforcement might help you escape disaster. But can you always...”
Su Yuqi didn’t interrupt; he listened quietly. Ming Ye sat in another chair near the door, his gaze lingering on Su Yuqi’s back, eyes filled with tenderness.
But something felt off—why would his wife’s relatives come looking for him? Didn’t they all look down on him?
Su Yuqi was only worried that Feng Jingqing had already fled. Catching others might not help, but even a slim chance was worth pursuing.
A scene unfolded: The palace’s pale pink walls opened, vermilion doors with bronze rings lined both sides. Jade-green tiles, carved eaves, three feet of reflecting water, several spear-like trees framing two tiers of terraces. Divine kitchens, treasure thrones adorned in gold. Dragon and phoenix banners crafted in auspicious colors. Draped curtains hooked in crescents, grim judges standing amid dust. Sandalwood smoke curled, forming phoenixes, daily rituals performed in succession.
Yu Lili grew tense; the sensation of being watched lingered vividly even now. At the very least, it meant this young man was not a useless fraud.
Quan Jin took out his phone, opened a message received three minutes ago, and subtly waved it at the surveillance camera.
The heated kang kept the room cozy; brothers and sisters lounged atop it, relaxed, listening as Lin Ziyi recounted stories about Lin Ziwei.
Seeking the renowned artifact master Yun Zhongzi of the Chan Sect, countless rare treasures were spent to forge the ‘Three-Pronged Double-Edged Blade’ from the bones of three river dragons, presented to Yang Jian.
“Are you determined to spill blood at the gates of my Prince Qi’s residence today?” Yun Xiang’s tone was not accusatory, but rather resigned, as if she already knew the outcome and could only sigh in helplessness.
After months together, Yan’er had played a complicated role in his life, one impossible to define or explain.
With his words, Fan Xueyi realized that after the fierce battles and fleeing during the day, she was now filthy, dust clinging uncomfortably to her skin, still wearing the red dress she’d donned for her wedding earlier.
Within days, nearly everyone in the inn knew that Shangzao intended to marry Fan Xueyi—even Lan Xi, gravely injured, heard the news. She was uneasy at first, but after spending a morning alone with Shangzao, when she saw Fan Xueyi again, even Lan Xi began speaking well of Shangzao.
He was especially considerate. “Lin Mohan must have given up. After being rejected so badly, a dignified CEO like him surely wouldn’t dare bother Qianxia again. She is mine! Destined to be mine!” Xiao Yichen was ecstatic.
Zhou Bolang went straight to Shen Nianhua upon leaving. Shen Nianhua sat in his chair, expressionless, showing no sign of remorse or regret.
Having no other choice, she dialed Zhou Bolang’s number, using her family’s Mr. Gu’s phone.
She followed the sound and saw a patch of dried leaves with a striking violet hue. Fan Xueyi approached and found Fan Ziyi lying on the ground.
After extracting the insect from her palm, Han Yue turned to see Han Mo, like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground. With a startled cry, “Han Mo!” she flew down to catch Han Yue.
Horses and the bridal sedan, along with the band playing festive music, were already waiting at the gates of Prince Luo’s residence. As soon as Zhong Li Luo appeared, everyone prepared at once. Zhong Li Luo mounted his horse, while the sedan bearers crouched, awaiting the call to lift the carriage.
“So what if it is? Enough idle chatter—where is the Heavenly Prison? Consort Liu told me it was at the end of this place; why can’t I find it?” Nangong Wei’s face darkened.