Chapter 100: Severing Mortal Ties to Ascend the Path of Immortality

Although his expression was unpleasant, there was little resentment in it. Clearly, Han Qian was also on the verge of stepping into that realm where one is neither fully human nor ghost.

“Qian, what are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to kill him and avenge your nephew?” Han Li’s eyes were bloodshot as he shouted in a rage, desperate to tear Chen Yang apart.

However...

Jiang Sijin was a clever woman—what she didn’t need to know, she wouldn’t ask, nor would she meddle in things that weren’t her concern. She turned and walked straight toward her office, Shunuan following close behind to report on the recent work situation.

Jiang Shi He laughed softly. “I was able to send you away without a trace, and I could make you disappear just as easily. I never thought you’d survive.” In that moment, overwhelming hatred surged within Jiang Sijin, slowly consuming her heart and reason.

“Don’t be hasty. There’s another question—why was the earring you wore found in the equipment room?”

Upon arriving at the scene, Wu Qiang was already astride Zhang Qi, knife raised high. Zhai Yitao blurted out, shouting.

This was rather awkward, for at this moment, Li Xianghe had no intention of retiring.

This was Gao Qiang’s trump card. While his overall strength wasn’t overwhelming, his knife skills had left many gravely injured. As he looked toward Han Dong, a murderous gleam flashed in his eyes.

After all, when you work for someone, you do as they say. After a long moment, Jiang Sijin put away the contract. “OK, I understand.” With that, she turned and left.

The barrier of the Spirit Realm was formidable. Even with the combined power of so many divine artifacts, it still wasn’t enough to break through.

Hailin suddenly turned around, took a deep breath, and said, “Forget I said anything.” With that, he opened the door and left.

Cao Fu was clearly terrified, trembling as he pointed at the coffin. Usually calm and composed, he now struggled even to speak. Lu Xin’s mouth fell open in shock; Cao Fu’s reaction was utterly unlike his former demeanor. What had he seen to be so profoundly shaken?

Of course, as long as they could take first place, the prize itself wasn’t that important. With the title of champion, one could rule the Martial Continent with impunity.

“Heh, boss, there’s no need to look any further. I arranged all of this especially for you,” Hades said to Lu Ming in a mysterious, proud tone.

Behind me, the door creaked open. I turned and smiled. “I’m about to rest—no need for a fire basin...” But I stopped mid-sentence, stunned. It was not Xiren who entered, but the ever-elusive Emperor of the Great Qing.

Suddenly, Han Ning frowned and looked intently at Zhang Bo on the stage. “You’re injured,” she said with certainty.

Zhan Da, face contorted in pain, ran to Ningxiang Court, only to be stopped outside by Zhou Tie. Though he couldn’t hear the argument inside, he knew peace was impossible.

Zhang Qingting felt a warmth in her heart. With such hardworking family members, they could never be ones who seek comfort and are difficult to get along with.

However, during the chaos in Xianyang, the palace was severely damaged. Only Wangyi Palace survived due to its remote location. After the great war, Qin was in ruins, and even the palace was forced into frugality, let alone conscripting laborers for repairs. Thus, Ziying had no choice but to move to Wangyi Palace to recuperate.

Because Qin Yi had experience crafting eighth-grade pills, he appeared calm this time, showing not the slightest sign of panic.

Shangguan Zhishui’s cheeks flushed as she lowered her head, now understanding Han Xin’s intention. She breathed a sigh of relief, though deep inside, she felt a subtle disappointment.

Xue Fei shouted angrily. The once elegant and handsome man now glared with murderous intent, his former grace nowhere to be seen.

This was terrain that favored her, and though Qi Jiu was well-versed in formations, even he was forced into an inescapable dead end by his opponent’s deliberate maneuvering. With a sigh, he realized: in the end, this dense forest of icy blades was laid for this very purpose.