Volume One, Chapter 69: An Apology in Advance

Wen Xuyu frowned lightly, unsure herself why she had asked that question.

“It's at the Nanshan Cemetery,” replied Butler Du.

“All right, I understand,” Wen Xuyu glanced at the neatly arranged daisies, her heart stirring slightly. “I’ll head back now.”

“Ah, very well.”

Watching the woman's figure recede into the distance, Butler Du looked up at the night sky, where not a single star could be seen.

What will the weather be like tomorrow, he wondered.

*

The next morning, Wen Xuyu rose promptly.

The sheets beside her were perfectly smooth; it seemed Bian Xunzhou hadn’t returned to the room last night.

After washing up, she went downstairs, but saw no sign of Bian Xunzhou.

The servants brought out breakfast: steaming porridge, stuffed buns...

Wu Feng plopped himself down on the chair Qing Tao had barely warmed, his face full of misery, as though calamity had descended from the heavens.

Now that Shangguan Yunyao held the plans to enter the Six Domains, there was no worry about getting lost in the Lonely Smoke Desert. In the past, however, tens of thousands had lost their way there, becoming nothing more than grains of sand, buried deep within.

“That’s wonderful! There isn’t a master-level physician in Jiangyang District. Let’s see who can treat Pan Ke!” Liu Wei said happily.

The author crafted this sword technique with the essence of clouds and mist, expressing the spirit of the clouds through the sword. When executed, it appeared ethereal and elusive, as if performed by an immortal, transcendently elegant.

Wu Feng ignored the foul-smelling maw above him, aiming his sword at the main stem beneath the man-eating flower.

Yet he faced so many enemies, and his own skills were rather mediocre. After struggling for a while, he was completely subdued.

Ling Gongyang smashed his fist into the ground, shattering the cyan bricks. The fierce wind scattered, blood seeped into the stone. Ling Gongyang rolled onto his back, his thoughts spinning, clarity returning. The burning steel needle in his heart had vanished.

Now, what they were witnessing was an incriminating incident that left Yang Zhen even more alarmed. The magistrate of Tongcheng under Wuchang Prefecture was upright, refusing to collude with them. Because of tax issues, he often argued with officials like Hu Lin, and had even threatened to report their crimes to the court.

He was able to spot the Linglong Key in Shangguan Yunyao’s possession because, at the moment its restriction was broken, the key emitted a powerful wave.

The three who attacked first were Deng Ting and his companions. They had long since learned that Tang Feng had died in the imperial prison at the hands of Chang Wei, the chief of the Eastern Bureau. Previously, they lacked the strength to avenge him, but with Yang Zhen backing them today, they acted boldly, determined to take down this villain.

If I honestly say I want Princess Becky, she’ll surely ask why. How will I answer then? After pondering for a long time, You Yitian finally decided to lie instead. Princess Becky was so innocent—if he deceived her a little, he figured there was an eighty percent chance of success.

The sudden deaths of two companions, without warning, filled the foreign officers with terror, causing them to ease their attacks and focus on guarding their surroundings.

With one less among themselves, the two Sages of Yin Shang, their allies were truly at a disadvantage, outnumbered three to two. Zhuang Wangu was not one to abandon his brothers or friends. No matter how strong he became here, he must return before the final battle.

Zhao Zhengce was not without acquaintances in the capital: Professor Ouyang, his university adviser; the Qin family—no need to mention them; and most importantly, Xie Tianhua was also in the city.

On the table sat pungent spirits. Zhuang Wangu and Shura sipped slowly, feeling the grim tension. Calculating with his fingers, Zhuang Wangu had some insight. So neither he nor Shura left, instead sitting by the window, drinking and watching the drama unfold.

As the man spoke, he pointed at Lin Feng, still convinced that the flustered Lin Feng over there was nothing but a foolish fish.

But the facts were plain to see. He could only comfort himself that perhaps his earlier use of dark arts had drained too much of his true energy.

Qiqi was still searching for You Yitian and Liao, even in the pouring rain and thunder. She frantically sought near the battleground between You Yitian and Sorrow, racing at high speed, scouring every inch of the area.

Such a grand display had gathered all the top experts of the demon clan. What were they planning? The Spirit of the World was deeply curious. Though every second spent in the Hall of Heavenly Demons added to the danger, the Spirit of the World decided to stay hidden, determined to listen and uncover the truth!

“What fine cigarettes?” The young man came over, looked, but didn’t recognize the brand, which was still reserved for special supply.

Wu Du had already picked the lock with two thin wires. Inside the drawer were some doodles. Wu Du picked up a few and found they were all comic characters.

Even King Kong had his pride. After being defeated, people kept asking if he was your boss, which irritated King Kong deeply.

Moreover, there were DJ equipment, sound systems, billiards, and other furnishings—all among the finest in the country. It was clear that those who played here were far from ordinary.

“All right, all right!” The man took the money, feeling the crisp new bills—impossible to forge.

The sword used by the innate master of the Zhen family could unleash lightning, but it needed activation; it belonged to this type.

“Tsk, tsk! This is Cangyue Mountain! Clearly a southern landscape, yet it feels as desolate as the far north of the Tianhuang Continent!” Ye Chengu shielded his brow with his palm, gazing at the mist-shrouded snowy peaks in the distance in awe.

This time, the aftermath was explosive. Nearly all the media went wild, faces flushed as they looked at the evidence released by Liu Mingyuan.