Chapter 20: Martial Arts Grandmaster, Chu Tiange

Shen Yanran did not wish to offend those in power. She shot Su Tang a glare, then turned to Chen Yang. Yet Chen Yang paid her no mind, instead fixing his gaze—half amused, half mocking—on Chu Jian. Since their inevitable confrontation would come sooner or later, he might as well add fuel to the fire now.

Without another word, Chen Yang, wearing a devilish smile, strode directly toward Chu Jian, deliberately radiating a cold, imposing aura...

After coughing up a few mouthfuls of water, she was once more propped up by that enormous, fan-like tail, rising to the water’s surface. When needed, she simply activated the formation, which transformed the surrounding spiritual energy into flames necessary for alchemy, allowing her to refine pills without expending her own energy.

Setan was once the undisputed ruler of the Sixth Realm; no opposing force survived more than a month. Who would have thought Jiang Nanxing would act so recklessly—taking advantage of Wang Shu’s distraction to push open the door?

Those two old women, fully aware of Chi Hanyu’s formidable reputation, confessed everything without reservation. “Don’t worry, I have my own way,” Qin Feng interrupted, a confident gleam in his eyes.

The agony furrowed Qin Feng’s brow even deeper, yet he did not collapse; the fighting spirit in his eyes burned brighter than ever. Atop the black box lay a piece of red cloth, shielding it from sunlight. Inside was an object of utmost evil—if exposed to the sun’s pure rays, the spirits within would be annihilated instantly. Thus, necessary precautions were essential.

I watched the servants bustling about, smiling as they draped red silk across every beam of the prince’s residence, affixing paper cutouts of the character for happiness all along the corridor. That arrogant demeanor, coupled with indisputable facts, enraged Su Mu beyond measure—he wished he could wring his neck then and there.

Zhu Youning could not help but laugh, though inwardly he lamented how forbidding gold and silver transactions had brought such inconvenience to commerce. He condemned Liaodong for breaking their word, for luring the Southern Emperor into captivity by exploiting his affection for Princess Changning.

Back then, Mu Qingyan had slain the Right Virtuous King for Changning and seized Yinzhou in a dramatic rescue, making her famous throughout the land—Liaodong’s soldiers and civilians could hardly be unaware of her.

Even when things felt amiss, Eunuch Xu was willing to take the risk and wait a bit longer. He shrank closer to the rockery, thinking that as long as he remained unseen, all would be well. After all, the price for Concubine Jue was truly tempting for him.

“Haha, thank you, Young Master Qin, for the generous gift. I’ll gladly accept it,” Ye Xiu laughed heartily, sweeping up all the magical tools and elixirs.

Contrary to the spacious interior, the grand hall contained surprisingly few furnishings, making it hard to imagine it was a royal palace. Chen Han kept her promise, finally fulfilling her vow to Fang Qing two thousand years later by bringing him to the celestial palace.

The main event began; Tu Mu repeated his old trick, using sleight of hand to slip the dark red jade into Ye Xiu’s mouth. Liu Jingrong arrived at an elevator, swiped his card, entered, and pressed a button. As the elevator started to move, Wu Shaoqian suddenly sensed something was wrong—it was descending.

Baili Nuyun chuckled and said, “You can take this and tell Young Master Shi that his old friend wishes to meet him. Do you think he’ll come?” Obviously, though she owed Shi Lantao a favor, her greater concern was still Qing Wan’s situation in Tenghe.

If the priest used a soul to guide and exchanged a fetus’s life, he must then endure the agony of his soul being torn for days afterward.

King frowned—so the fool wanted to master the Lion’s Roar technique? The only way would be to find that segment of throat bone.