39. The Fifth Beast-Mate

Ruan Li asked in confusion, but suddenly the world spun, and she was yanked into the man's embrace.

Vines coiled tightly around them both, like dodder grass feeding relentlessly, vines as thin as veins spreading bit by bit, slipping into the edges of their clothes...

Ruan Li’s entire body stiffened, unable to move at all, while the masked man’s face was pressed close.

She tilted her head, trying to keep as much distance as possible within the confined space. "What are you doing? Pull back your vines!"

The man supported his waist, thanking me repeatedly. I held a bundle of branches, watching him limp away.

Once these words were spoken, the idle relatives of the imperial family went completely mad, their eyes reddening with bloodlust. The factions led by Wang Shouyi and others were pushed back step by step. They tried to explain, but no one would listen. In the end, they had no choice but to take up arms, joining forces with other factions to attack the idle relatives.

If acquiring a new sword technique required the price of one's life, Li Baishou believed the Sword Demon would certainly be willing to die for it.

Regarding the assassination of Crown Prince Fei, Wuxu had already made meticulous plans. Once the deed was done, every participant would receive fifty pieces of gold. The tasks for the assassination varied in difficulty and danger, but the group before him obeyed Zhao Wuxu’s every word without a shred of doubt, all of them acting as if they had entrusted their lives to him.

Ran Yunduan’s temper was indeed exactly as Gu Haili had described—doing whatever she pleased and easily moved to tears. Just like now, as Gu Haili spoke of the past, Ran Yunduan felt a sour, aching sensation in her throat.

My words were not false; I had slipped a Yin-gathering talisman into Dr. Jin’s pants pocket, and the state he was in now was surely caused by being frightened by ghosts. If my guess was correct, his soul had likely been snatched away.

Liang Han-chu only cared about the mother of his child and ignored the child himself, which made the mother feel disgruntled; besides, she wanted to see her own child as well.

"Then let me ask you, what did you do to the Great Emperor? The Great Emperor treated you well, why did you betray him?" the Night-Roaming God asked again, his voice trembling with agitation, clearly still brooding over the demise of the酆都 Great Emperor.

I wanted to scream for help, but I couldn't make a sound. A sudden idea struck me, and I remembered the two low-quality crystals the black-robed priest had given me. I hurriedly took them out, but before I could even use them, my heart gave a violent twitch. Everything went black, and I lost consciousness, fainting away.

Of course, the method to break out from the countless "enemies" surrounding them was simple: stand out amidst the sea of clashing aromas and capture the judges' attention.

Moreover, upon hearing the news about Zhao Zhou, people from the Taoist and Buddhist sects, as long as they were the sort to accept gifts, all sent representatives out of respect for the Gong family.

Wherever Su Ze’s cold, aloof gaze landed, several people could not stop trembling, as if they were being stared down by an extremely dangerous and terrifying beast. Their bodies shrank, their hearts pounded violently, and their mouths went uncontrollably dry, as if the end of the world had arrived.

They had to realize that just a moment ago, they were prepared to fight the Chaos monsters to the death, but now, these monsters had been blocked and eradicated so easily?

If Yu Zijing had not displayed his sword intent, he himself would not have been able to grasp his own exclusive realm—the True Intent of Thunder—amidst this thunderous rain.

If not for that reminder about the 'medicine chest' from Jiang Ke, how unimaginable would today's outcome have been?

"It's alright! ...Then first, please enter these numbers..." As he spoke, the cursor above the light-shadow turned into a long string of numbers.

Although he had spent three years in that world, for Fang Zheng, it was essentially no different than sleeping for a single night; as for what had transpired in that world, it was naturally just a dream.

Lost in a daze, time slipped away bit by bit, yet the pure darkness before Su Ze’s eyes remained the same as ever, never changing.