Chapter 79: Tracing the Clue-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’s words drew everyone’s attention. All eyes turned to Yunxi, waiting for her to continue. Mu Ningzhu’s eyes brightened as she asked directly, “Yunxi, do you know why the snake eggs won’t hatch?”

Yunxi touched her temple and replied, “I have some guesses.”

“Would you mind sharing them?” Mu Ningzhu pressed.

Yunxi carefully chose her words before speaking, “The eggs were never fertilized.”

Knowing Yunxi was alright, Qingyan finally felt at ease. The side of herself she had just revealed was her truest emotion, something she had never faced before. Now, she did not know how to handle it. As Dou Shuxian let go, Qingyan darted to the door as if fleeing.

Yet, she still had a long road ahead with him. Spending one night with Yichen, bidding farewell to her past feelings, shouldn’t be too much to ask. Like a delicate blossom standing apart from the world, Qingyan was well aware of Zhu Qingshan’s intentions. In truth, she was merely granting a favor—someone wanted a confidant, Zhu Qingshan sought to curry favor, and all she needed to do was speak. If she hadn’t intended to give Zhu Qingshan a chance, she wouldn’t have lingered here.

When the Holy Empress approached Lady Qi, she saw clearly the whip marks trailing down Lady Qi’s back and hips. Gazing at the bloody wounds crisscrossing Lady Qi’s body, the Holy Empress felt a surge of pride and satisfaction.

The child looked at the paper animals scattered across the floor. Watching them, he felt bored—they wouldn’t move. So, he devised a plan, drawing charms on each one and activating them. Instantly, the origami animals sprang to life.

Second, Chu Yang had always been troubled by the Dark Lotus. Perhaps Wu Qianyu, who represented the flower, could dispel its effects.

“What did you say? Say it again!” Liu Qiyan slammed his palm down, shattering the table and the teacups atop it.

Though his private life was none of her concern, if their relationship was affected because of her, she could not escape responsibility.

But Bai Ye was ready to strike back. The Blood Demon Technique unleashed its fury, stirring a bloody storm. In every corner of the Central Continent, not a drop of blood was wasted; it all became part of the tempest, converging to surround Yunlin.

Watching Nonghua gleefully wade into the river to catch fish, her clumsy antics were amusing. The fish in the water were clever and agile—how could they ever let her snatch them barehanded?

Ye Qian bit into her pastry but suddenly tossed it aside, rushing to Wei Ji’s courtyard.

A thunderous shout split the air. In the vast basin, three enormous, jet-black dragon shadows appeared out of nowhere, then transformed into savage beasts, charging toward the distant, dazzling figure.

Her slender, pale fingers unfolded the letter. The familiar handwriting, the familiar arrogance—it was from Cain.

Under the weight of the atmosphere, I studied Old Yang’s expression. Even though speaking up now would do me no good, Wang Meng was one of my own. If I abandoned him, I wouldn’t be Zhang Shuo, and I wouldn’t have made it this far.

“No way. If you run off, the princess will surely blame us.” Unexpectedly, Ye Da agreed first.

I watched his performance as though from outside, curious to see if Zhao Tianlong truly possessed such restraint. A man capable of such endurance was never a good sign. It meant one thing: my enemy had become much more formidable—far more troublesome than before.

So the matter had already become public? For the Shen family elder to lead his disciples in such a brazen search, it seems they’ve truly lost all shame.

Scarlet blood poured from the side of his throat, and only then did Skinny realize that Ah Liang’s right sleeve was soaked through with blood.