Chapter 30: She Is Scheming Against Him

"I hear the Sovereign is furious today. Do you know why, Ali?" Ling Chen walked alongside Chu Yunlian and Xiao'er, drawing gazes from passersby. The young women on the balconies above looked down at him with bashful expressions, yet his eyes remained fixed solely on Chu Yunlian.

The Heavenly Dao had one of its eyes blinded by Zhou Wu, and the Sword of the Human Emperor had pierced half of its skull. This had partially unsealed its memories and rendered the entire Heavenly Dao erratic and violent.

After Wang Yuetian opened his eyes, he realized that mere imagination would not allow him to mobilize enough true energy to meet the standards required to construct a "filter." Only by conceptualizing his thoughts could he achieve a qualitative improvement in his spiritual power.

Ye Ying stepped outside and scanned the surroundings. Once she was certain no one was around, she followed Chen Yunlong into the hidden compartment.

And indeed, for Su Yun, who had mastered the power of time, adjusting time to the moment of the apocalypse upon his arrival was no difficult task.

Seeing Feng Qingmo’s expression, the others guessed what had transpired. Feng Wuchen and several others wore faces filled with anxiety.

The assassins guarding the palace entrance quickly seized him, pressed a blade against his throat, and conducted a thorough search of his person. Finding no weapons, they hauled him before Li You.

Indeed, the Holy Duke was the son of that King Cheng who had been slain by the Wine Sword Immortal, Mo Wangqing, of the Wuxiang Temple.

The two walked for a long time before finding an inn. There wasn't even a lantern lit outside; it was dim and desolate. Had they not heard the sparse murmur of voices from within, Ruoli would have truly believed it was an abandoned inn.

Everyone was frantic with impatience, thinking to themselves, "How can this old Daoist be so oblivious to the urgency of the situation? His Highness’s life is hanging by a thread, yet you continue to ramble on!" But for fear of causing trouble, they dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Seeing Feng Xiao’s tone remained unyielding, Lan Ling had no choice but to swallow her pride for the moment, glaring furiously at Feng Chenrui.

A single punch had consumed ten strands of Ma Long's celestial energy. Had they been in a head-on confrontation, Ma Long would have had no room to retaliate and would surely have been beaten severely. Even with Yin Ningxuan’s daring skill, she had only managed to circle the giant ape, avoiding its heavy blows, which had given the phantom wolf an opportunity to strike.

"Speak, and once you are finished, I will give it to you!" Leaning close to her ear, he nibbled gently, teasing another of her highly sensitive areas.

She pursed her lips tightly and simply closed her eyes, letting the pain ripple through her body with increasing intensity. No longer resisting was, in its own way, the greatest temptation. He grew unrestrained in his movements, pulling her high and letting her fall heavily, each motion carrying them both to the crest of a surging tide.

Last time, his intrusion had been accidental. Feng Yu had said that the Burial Ground of the Ancient Gods was not a place they should visit. Perhaps the timing had been wrong then; now, it should be the right moment. He intended to resolve all his lingering doubts in one go.

"Of course. Our Nine Heavens Celestial Dynasty has stood tall for millions of kalpas. Do you think we rely on empty boasting? Let’s go, I will take you to see my Imperial Uncle. We must at least inform him of our plans." Huangfu Yun'er’s face held a look of pride; as a member of the Nine Heavens Celestial Dynasty, she had every reason to be proud.

When Xia Yunzhi first heard that Weiyang held the status of the Third Princess Consort of the Ming Kingdom, she was genuinely startled. Now, hearing her speak so lightly—though she glossed over the mention of being "framed"—one could not help but sense the underlying melancholy in her tone.

"I seek an audience with the Beast King to discuss the great calamity descending upon the world and how the Monster Beast Forest intends to handle it!" Shen Aotian roared, his voice piercing into the deepest reaches of the Monster Beast Forest.

So it was him! Ma Long felt a sense of relief. If it were him, then Fan Yong’s intrusion to distract him and strike up a conversation made perfect sense.

"President Huang, should we find someone else or..." Before the young man could finish his sentence, the voice on the other end of the line began cursing again.

The two had finished their meal by around eight o’clock. Liu Xinyi followed Rong Lang into the car, asking no questions about their destination.

Hearing a sound from ahead, Xi Zhan jolted, pulling all his senses back from the ground as helicopters flew past one after another.

Suddenly, a flash of brilliance crossed Zhuo Tian’s eyes. Within a single breath, he discerned the crux of the matter and a cold smirk played on his lips. Indeed, while this Senluo Dual Sword Formation had grown significantly in power, they were unable to control their momentum in such a short time, leaving their aura chaotic.

Guan Xin was awakened from her dazed state by that wail. It was a voice she recognized.

Zhuo Tian sneered, completely indifferent. He kicked the man in front of him aside and swung his sword, Wentian, seven times in rapid succession. A formidable sword aura roared forth from the blade.

Lin Qingyue sighed softly. That was simply Zhuo Tian’s nature. Once he made a decision, he would follow through to the end.

In the center of an empty space, a massive golden heart hung suspended, bound by layers of law-chains that stretched out to the four corners of the void.

He threw the door open with a violent shove, and a chill wind rushed in. The room was decorated in a brilliant, fiery red, yet the sight only made Mu Jinghong’s eyes ache.

Fanyu, with his blood-red pupils, had once told him that spiritual power was not invincible simply because it could be materialized.

A willow leaf was placed gently against his lips, and a melodious tune began to play, instantly winding through the forest. The music was not like the sound of high mountains and flowing water; instead, it carried a discordant quality that, after a time, began to fray the listener’s nerves.

Zhu Xiu could not help but curse, yet there was nothing he could do. The situation had spiraled beyond his control.

Li Feijing checked Shi Changsheng’s pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that his current symptoms were identical to those from before.

Seeing Pang Teng’s other hand reaching toward her, Tao Na simply grabbed it and bit down hard.

"Everyone, members of the White Lotus Sect have arrived outside. Master Huang Feihong and I will go out to handle this. Please, everyone, wait here." Having explained the reason, Jiang Hao and Huang Feihong walked straight out of the church.

As she spoke, the Jiang matriarch turned and gave a call, and Granny Yan immediately carried in several large bundles and placed them on the table.

Of course, his changes were plain for all to see. His spiritual energy surged, his robes fluttered without a breeze, and he carried an air of ethereal detachment.

Quiet returned to the room. Jiang Juyue made no move, save for continuously using the stethoscope to monitor Meng Rang’s heartbeat and blood pressure. Only when the IV drip was finished and Meng Rang’s complexion had improved slightly did she dare to let out a sigh of relief.

Listening to Bai Zhenzu recount his overly smooth experiences, Zhou Ze knew that this man was likely nothing more than a discarded pawn, serving his final purpose here to confuse those who came to investigate.

Especially considering the circumstances of Wang Tian’s family, this could only be attributed to a genius—and an invincible one at that.