Chapter Sixty-Seven: A Domineering Personality

Of course, this timidity only manifested at certain moments.

All the way as the car reversed toward the old mansion, Yuan Xiangdie remained silent, and Jin Yuan thought perhaps he had frightened her somehow.

Qi Mei’s ears pricked up at the sound of the car. Housekeeper Hu saw the distant doors of the old mansion slowly open and immediately hurried to the gate. He would open the door as soon as the bell rang, letting the guests inside.

Tension simmered here, and elsewhere it remained just as taut. Yuan Yaor didn’t have such luck; she faced those wealthy young men who had once only dared to admire her from afar. Even those she’d once been too humble to meet could now speak to her with...

Li Shimin was about to step into the main hall of the Prince of Hejian’s residence when Zhangsun Wugou stopped him, pulling a handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. Only then did the two of them enter together.

As for her second son, Zhao Kuangyin, and the gentle, delicate lady He from Jiangnan whom he married—Madam Du had always harbored quiet complaints in her heart.

That black, transparent shroud finally shattered with a single blow, and in the next instant, the force of a second punch appeared.

The soul-lock stones worn by both reacted simultaneously, and the living creatures in their hands gradually revealed their true forms.

Though the young master’s martial training sometimes caused commotion at home, never had he heard such uproar before.

He did not challenge the mountain gate of the Sect, which had stood for centuries, simply because he possessed invincible strength and conviction after reaching the Realm of Creation, nor was it merely due to the two innate treasures and the celestial platform.

Leaving the Xianyang Palace, Zhao Huaizhong stepped into the air, ascending several steps until a mercury-like portal to a world appeared before him.

In this world, An Xia had no intention of taking anything away; on the contrary, she planned to leave behind some surprises.

Years had passed since their last meeting with His Majesty, but every time she recalled his boundless abilities, her heart trembled. In those days, this humble Taoist had promised: if His Majesty could help them break free from Jun Kong’s control, they would migrate to the immortal realm.

“Ah, good brother, you’re awake.” An Xia naturally put down what she was doing, showing not the slightest guilt for being caught.

A deathly aura enveloped all; faced with the terror of death, the assassins had lost the will to resist.

At that moment, the creature in the cage seemed to perceive Yin Tian. Three heads slowly rose, six fierce eyes gleaming—serpentine heads with beaks like birds.

Ling Susu was still angry, paying no heed to his intentions, and strode forward resolutely.

This was how they met in a previous life. Though Zhao Huailuo had used Gu Lian from the very beginning, she genuinely admired his innocence and generosity. Later, Gu Lian sensed her relationship with the Crown Prince was not so simple, but he never exposed her, remaining quietly by her side.

Though Hundred Families Village was unknown to the world, its significance was clear to the mad divine physician.

Yin Tian grew frantic—what kind of divine manipulation was this? The excitement that had just surged in his heart suddenly cooled; he could only force himself to continue practicing.

Ling Zichi’s face twisted, his hand gripping the chair tightly, muscles twitching.

The moment the call connected—before even speaking—a familiar voice came through. Upon hearing it and the words spoken, Xu An immediately knew it was Wu Hao.

Silence lingered for a long time, only to be broken by a single word of approval. Elder Crane rose and faced Yin Tian, his face aglow with inexpressible excitement and admiration.

Su Ruolan walked, pricking her jade-like palm with her pale fingernails. The sharp pain confirmed to her that she was not dreaming.

On the square, the disciples hesitated not for a moment, half-kneeling as they saluted Mu Yuan with clasped fists.

“Doesn’t this just prove that Dinisha is powerful in every aspect, without a single weakness?” Sophia joined the conversation.

The cultivators present were startled—what was happening? Why did it feel as if the sky were about to collapse?

Lu Zhuo seized Yuan Xi from the ground, kicking him several times. The military dagger flashed repeatedly, stabbing once each in his arm and thigh.