Chapter 123: Dealing with Oneself

The day was, in its own way, quite pleasant; after all, he had successfully hooked this man. Soon, he would be able to establish an intimate relationship with the high-class lady, and once such a mutually beneficial connection was formed, her supply channels would inevitably become his own. With a little more effort, the lady would be easily within his grasp. Flattery was a skill he had mastered long ago; his mother had taught him well.

"How is it? Do you feel avenged now?"

Yuan Xiangdie sat foolishly in her seat, at a loss. She had no idea that the man had done such a thing behind her back. Was it not too harsh to treat a girl this way?

The night was silent. Nalan Rong and Ainaer had spent the day playing wildly. Being of similar age and hitting it off, they had enjoyed themselves immensely, leaving Nalan Rong exhausted. She had waited a long time for Zhang Xiao, but he never appeared. Unable to fight off her heavy eyelids any longer, Nalan Rong closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Under these circumstances, Yue Tianzong realized that his side no longer had the slightest hope of a lucky break. Naturally, he did not want to see any more of his disciples consumed in the decisive battle against the Tongtian Dojo.

"You saw her," the middle-aged man said quietly after a long silence. His voice was soft, like the first cool breeze of dawn.

He had always believed that marriage should be sacred and exclusive. Although many men kept multiple wives and concubines, that was their business; he, Qin Xiao, did not care for such things.

Compared to Huangfu Haoqing, Ling Chuxi, who was well-versed in arrays, understood far better how perfect and impenetrable this formation was. If it had been Huangfu Qingjue using his awakened Divine Emperor bloodline to force it open, she might have accepted it, but to see it shattered with a casual wave of the hand—it was simply unbelievable.

"Woken up!" Madam Qian said blankly. Suddenly, her pupils contracted. Her face drained of color, turning from red to white, then to a sickly grey, until even her lips were pale.

Yan Qingqi kept biting her lip as she looked at her, feeling that everything Jiang Qing said was right—Jiang Jin was utterly hypocritical.

When Shangguan Zili and the others passed the immortal beast shop, they saw a dozen men in white clothes inspecting something. Everyone passing by the shop was subjected to their interrogation; the process seemed remarkably rigorous.

"Are you showing contempt for the bloodline of the Guiyuan family?" Liu Zong was even more incensed, his eyes cold and a murderous aura emanating from his handsome face.

The vast continent was crisscrossed by rivers and dotted with lakes like stars, nurturing a deep vitality. With birds singing, flowers fragrant, and all things thriving, it was a picture of peace.

Feng Lan, holding the jade pendant containing the remains of Mu Ruqing, entered the cave. Tianxing bowed deeply to the two elders before following Feng Lan inside.

Qingyi felt awkward. The scene was bizarre, as if she were an unfaithful wife being forced to hear the details of her infidelity recounted by others in front of her husband.

At this critical juncture, in order to help Shiyan stall for time and increase their chances of escape, Tianxing instantly channeled the power of the Five Elements, brandishing his iron staff in a blur of motion.

Behind them lay a coniferous forest. Only this patch of land was clear, and with the forest flanking it on both sides like an open mouth, this clearing was undoubtedly the auspicious spot for a burial.

"She said it was given to her by her man," Beiming You said honestly, relaying everything he knew to Beiming Changfeng without missing a word.

"Very well, I will help you," Tianxing said, removing the two spirit monkey bracelets from his wrists and slipping them onto the antennae of the mysterious bee.

Qingyi hadn't paid much attention to the romantic history of Yu Yintao's biological mother. However, as someone who had been a government-sanctioned courtesan—even if she had sold only her talent and not her body—it must have taken a great deal of effort to wash away that stigma.

"I don't even know the order of the conscription, so how am I supposed to find someone?" My sister grew anxious, her brows furrowed. "Guoqiang is in such a rush; the recruitment list is being finalized tonight."

Do not mistake her desire to kill the Nether Sect Leader and save the continent for the benevolence of a saint. In truth, she was colder at heart than anyone else.

The location of the arsenal served as a Qin family silver shop to the outside world. With Qin Yun away, Qin Ziyu was in charge of the family business there, which was nothing out of the ordinary.