Chapter 35: Burying Her Alive

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Shen Feiyu’s breathing grew shallow as she clenched her palms tightly. She and her mother had orchestrated such an elaborate scheme today for the sole purpose of securing a title.

The number of Golden Knights in the camp was dwindling. Before I knew it, I had fought my way into the heart of the encampment. A tent that appeared larger than the rest stood before me, guarded by dozens of Golden Knights, while several bonfires leaped with flames, emitting plumes of blue smoke.

Among the great noble families, how many would go to such lengths as the Nalan household to protect their own, regardless of the cost? And how many, like those in the Nalan residence, would resign from their official posts and abandon status and power—second only to the Emperor—as if it were mere refuse, simply because of the injustices suffered by their kin?

Cheng Daolong looked around. The guards nearby were fully alert, yet the sorrow in their eyes could not be hidden. Unless they reached the Heavenly Zenith, they would remain slaves forever; even if Linglong Yu were to beat them to death, it would be considered nothing out of the ordinary.

Simon frowned imperceptibly, suppressing a hint of dissatisfaction, and followed silently behind Sasaluo.

Separated by only a wall and a courtyard, it felt as if everyone had forgotten her. All the bustling prosperity suddenly had nothing to do with her; she had never realized that being ill could be so desolate. To avoid inciting jealousy, Lan Xi had strictly forbidden anyone from informing the Emperor of her illness, but if she failed to appear for such a major event, would he notice?

Feng Mo was sixteen by nominal age, and after the New Year, in the second month, he would hold his coming-of-age ceremony. Yet, in his words and actions, he remained like a child who had never grown up—especially in front of Nalan Xue, and of course, now that Feng Duan had been added to the mix.

Watching Zhao Leilei gradually become more cheerful, Shen Feng seemed to see shadows of Yuqi in her.

The red-haired man could hardly believe his eyes—someone among these slaves actually dared to obstruct him. Sick? Everyone knew he was sick, but so what? Does being sick mean you don't have to work? What kind of place do you think this is? This is a prison—a fire prison, a death cell. If you don't work, you die. It’s that simple.

Through the thin white mist, two young men could be vaguely seen squatting in the Sibi family courtyard, staring intently at the ground as if they had found something precious.

However, this time it was a little different. Not only was one of the five clan heads missing, but the one absent was the current Pavilion Master.

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There were not a few who echoed the sentiment. Qing Rang lifted her dark green hem and stepped over the threshold, and the room fell silent at once.

Her heart ached so much it had become numb. Battered beyond recognition, she did not know she was still capable of smiling.

Fuxi noted it down and drifted away. Fuxi felt as though there was some kind of karmic connection between himself and Mount Shouyang, though he could not clearly define what it was, even with his ability to calculate.

Lin Dong intended to acquire every plot of land that would become part of the new eastern city; he had to get back the 80 million he had fronted in his previous life.

Finally, Dong Gan suddenly looked up, staring fixedly at Lin Tianyao. His eyes darkened again. His face turned malicious, and a fierce glint appeared in his gaze. Gritting his teeth, he walked toward the battlefield of Yang Shen.

A statue, yet it could be so terrifying; the sound was truly shocking. There was no doubt that this carved statue was likely the master of the Naked Island, supreme and absolute.

It was not difficult to see that they were now facing a space where they could achieve more in their own fields and make genuine progress.

After the voice faded, he sat cross-legged on the back of the Pipi Dragon, flipped his palm, and a long, brownish-tan piano appeared.

When the rest period was extended again and again, Zuo Ye ordered them to get up and move, otherwise, he would not mind strapping those who lagged behind onto the horses and abandoning them in the deeper wilderness to fend for themselves.

Yet, after enduring countless rainstorms and the devastation of blizzards, even the most powerful magic had gradually lost its durability, weathered by the passage of time... Unexpectedly, it had reappeared in the world after all these years.

The first eight bright flowers stacked one after another, successively diminishing the force contained in Wu Biaoyang’s "Black Dragon Wild Desire Sweep." By the time the ninth dark flower appeared faintly, it had perfectly neutralized the remaining force of Wu Biaoyang’s "Purple Radiance Black Dragon" whip technique. At this moment, the tenth dark flower appeared out of thin air like an orchid in a lonely valley, silently launching a counterattack against Wu Biaoyang.

"May I smoke a cigarette?" He took out a lighter and pulled out a cigarette, preparing to light it.

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Upon receiving this news, Luo Yumei was overjoyed; she would certainly not hesitate in the slightest regarding Xiao Yunfei’s orders.

In the seat of honor sat none other than the ancestor of the Red Dust Hidden Pavilion, a ninth-stage Profound Saint, Fairy Zixin.

Lü Xuan could not help but look toward the source of the gas. Damn it, wasn't that the three men across the aisle who had kicked Shunzi?

There was no one else who could be so serious while spouting nonsense, and to think there were people who called this a brilliant plan. What had the world come to? Had it really gone this mad?

At this point, holding a press conference was merely a formal announcement, and naturally, no surprises would occur.

At the critical moment, Yang Yunhan finally stopped holding back. He shifted his stance, using his hands as blades to execute the Earth-Bearing Style of the Dragon Armor Divine Art. He drew a square with his blades, pursuing the ultimate. This ultimate square was like the silent earth, contained and still.

Yuan Chen was stunned. His master had left; why would his master leave just after he had performed the apprenticeship ceremony? He had not known that the Goddess Cai Ling was also on Luochen Peak.

At that moment, a commotion came from outside. After asking the coachman, he learned that those people had already been beheaded.

He then secretly used a group of family soldiers to quietly send the family members of Weiming Shanyu back to the capital.

Like Crown Prince Liu Ju of Emperor Wu of Han, Crown Prince Li Chengqian of Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Crown Prince Yinzhi of Kangxi, they all failed in the struggle for the succession and became pitiful, tragic figures in history.