Chapter 58: "Make Way"
Tang Wanrou could no longer care about the pain and limped her way over.
That was Chi Ran, a well-known major investor in the entertainment industry. Behind him stood the Chi family, one of the most prominent clans in Linhe. If anyone could catch his eye, a lifetime of endless wealth and glory would be theirs.
Forget about family background; even just for him personally, there were countless actresses vying for his attention.
After all, everyone in this bustling world is driven by desires—what’s wrong with having a taste for beauty?
“Zhengnan, that was the only thing your father left behind. Its value far exceeds the debts we owe,” Mrs. Liu argued.
“Enough. Stop wasting time with nonsense. Let’s get down to business. Is your chief still in the village?” Yu Feng was tired of the idle chatter.
Long Ming and Mi Duo both entered a meditative state, yet Long Ming felt his consciousness unusually clear, as if his soul had left his body and arrived on a desolate island, surrounded by nothing and no one.
Even if others knew, they certainly wouldn’t dare to speak without solid proof. He could simply claim it was a setup. He had done such things before. As long as he caught the assassin, the killing blade would undoubtedly be his.
“Damn it! Li Shikun… you really are clever. Li Chaonian treated you well too. Before leaving, he even helped you put on a grand show,” the Yaksha King said as he turned to face the corpse holding the King of Hell’s blade—Li Shikun.
Meanwhile, Zhan Xiu's silence and the wistful expression on his face appeared to possess a different meaning from Daji’s perspective.
While having lunch, Yin Xin continued fiddling with her mirror, gazing at the passersby. Yu Feng wondered if he had developed a vain obsession, so unwilling to part with the mirror. The mirror also caught Bai Ling’s attention, who fought with Yin Xin for it at the table for quite some time.
Zhan Xiu’s body was covered with gaping wounds, some already scabbed over, but many still bleeding. Some cuts were several inches deep. Yet, despite his pale complexion, he appeared unbothered, laughing and chatting as if nothing was wrong.
“City, puppet dolls, tower, coffin within a coffin.” These key words flashed through Hu Shuntang’s mind. Such things could not have appeared all at once; there must be a sequence. First, the coffin within a coffin? Then the tower? The city built around the tower? Puppet dolls arranged throughout the city?
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a surge of excitement mixed with relief. Mo Yuan remained silent but asked about the status of the other magic formations.
Mu Juechen watched from the side, his lips curling subtly. His robes fluttered in the wind as he softly chanted, “Shy eyes gently close, ruby lips part with a smile.” Even his voice sounded gentler than usual.
Xing Luo had resolved most of the mysteries. Now, only the cause of the conflict between the Steel Serpent and the Dragon-Headed Mole remained. Surely, something must have sparked the clash between them.
Contestant Xin Yi glanced at the Moth, roughly estimating its height, calculating something in his mind.
As the cold voice of the Martial Academy’s dean echoed, the longsword hovering above the stone peak pressed down.
The Three Powers each have two types of relationships, forming six in total. That is, the combination of yin and yang lines arranged into three lines forms a hexagram.
“The young master knows you like flower arranging, so he specially invited Madam Xu, the most renowned flower arranger in Dazhao. Back in the capital, you even arranged flowers with Madam Xu for the noble consort!” Ding Xiang said with a smile.
Facing Xing Luo’s command, the Gyarados stopped caring. Seeing this, Xing Luo had no choice but to forcibly recall Gyarados into its Poké Ball. Even so, it remained restless, trying to burst out.
As the time to leave the imperial capital drew near, my heart tightened with anxiety, feeling as if it were leaping up into my throat. “Lin Jia, I’m so scared,” I said, holding her hand, seeking some comfort.