Chapter 39

Lin Hanye was not a biological child of the Lin family; he had been adopted. However, both the Lin and Su families treated him with great affection. In his younger years, he had been lively and endearing, but following the tragedy five years ago, he became icy toward everyone, showing warmth only in the presence of his family.

Though friction often existed between the Immortal and Demon realms, the powerful figures of the Demon race feasted heartily at the banquet. Sun Qitian, Shi Aolin, Hu Xiaokuang, and others grabbed delicacies with their left hands and hoisted wine jars with their right. If not for the sake of appearances, they would have long since reverted to their true forms to feast with wild abandon.

Having spoken, Jiang Lan lunged toward Su Hao in a flash, his hand sweeping across his waist to draw a strange, pale purple soft sword.

He had just remembered that his phone battery had died earlier and intended to notify Deacon Zhu to decline the request.

Tian Fusheng knew Wang Heqiu all too well; such a rapid succession of calls surely meant more bad news.

After a moment's thought, Su Hao returned to the alchemy room. He still had a bottle of Celestial-realm pills to refine; perhaps this period of seclusion would allow him to make a breakthrough.

Su Mowei woke up on the afternoon of the second day. When she awoke, Dongfang Jue was in the hospital room attending to official business. Seeing her stir, he set aside his work and walked over.

A flash of surprise crossed Zhu Tailai’s eyes. He had not expected this man in white to possess such techniques.

"Your Majesty, should we call for the meal to be served? Or perhaps we should disperse?" Ma Hanshan finally could not help but ask.

Ye Zhiyuan was momentarily stunned. It felt as though the power dynamic had been reversed; although this was the purpose of his meeting with Gu Yu today, the development of events felt suspiciously smooth.

Liu Ru and Zhen Li were consumed with jealousy as they watched Lu Qiuyan and the others chatting and laughing. Yet, those who came today were all on good terms with the Lu family and merely indifferent toward them. Even though they stood in the middle of the group, they still felt left out in the cold.

Ruan Ling had only intended to let her suffer a bit; had she truly wanted to punish her, the girl’s hand would likely have been crushed.

The "Azure Dragon Tail Whip" struck Paul’s body like a sudden downpour—sometimes pausing, sometimes lashing out in a chaotic, unpredictable barrage. Paul looked at Jingjing helplessly, his heart filled with grievance.

Ouyang Yingying pouted, "Big sister, what should we do tomorrow?" How were they supposed to prepare for such a last-minute change to the program?

A sensation of both icy cold and searing heat suddenly surged through his body. The feeling of being torn apart and stripped bare intensified, and his entire body, save for his head, began to collapse and sink inward.

Constrained by his refined upbringing, Wang Elai did not want to resort to verbal abuse, nor did he wish to draw attention to himself. After a moment's thought, he suddenly draped his arm around Yang Siyi’s shoulder, offering a wicked smile, "Let’s go, straight to sleep."

"Naturally, I must root out the murderer. To kill a member of the imperial family is a capital crime." Seeing that Zhou Hai would not rise, the Emperor stopped trying to pull him up, brushed off his sleeves, and turned away.

Zhuo Wenyi looked at Xia Shiyue, puzzled, for there was no expectation in her eyes, only a gentle shake of her head.

Fifth Senior Sister Wu Shijie, were you kidding? If someone with a slip of the tongue encountered this situation, wouldn't they end up spewing nothing but nonsense?

"Do go, Your Majesty!" Imperial Concubine Wang chimed in. She had not stepped outside the palace gates since entering, and now that they finally had a chance to visit the Jade Dragon Kingdom, how could she justify not doing some sightseeing?

Xigua tilted his head to look at King, appearing deeply curious. I was just wondering why Xigua had that expression when I suddenly saw him reach out to touch the tie clip on King’s tie—it was of excellent quality and very stylish; no wonder Xigua was so fascinated by it.

A melodious burst of laughter erupted from Qing Hong’s red lips, filled with sarcasm and disdain, as if she had heard the greatest joke in the world. Even though a jade mask obscured her face, the high arch of her lips revealed the surging mirth upon her features.

The very moment they stepped onto the planet, a terrifying sound of friction echoed through the air.

Such a person was naturally unlikable, yet he possessed the capital to act with impunity. Born into a wealthy family with a father worth over a billion, no matter how much trouble he caused, there was always someone behind the scenes to clean up his mess.

"Sister, my uncle is in Liaocheng, and over there, he is the one who makes the decisions," Shi Min'an continued to coax, hoping to offer the Mei family another path.

Had the procuress not looked away just in time, she might have found herself lost in Su Yao’s eyes for the rest of eternity.

Before I could ponder further, a man followed closely behind. Dressed in an expensive suit and wearing sunglasses, his expression was unreadable, but his handsome profile still made me gasp in spite of myself.

Fortunately, the tailor was behind him taking shoulder measurements, or he might have been startled by the expression on Fang Tang’s face.

Once at the hotel, Liu Xin and I showered. As Liu Xin sat on the bed applying lotion, her phone rang.

Dongfang Bubai wanted to say something, but ultimately gave up. He knew Tangtang well enough to realize that such a hollow threat was neither painful nor itchy—it was simply a waste of breath.

For the past two days, the Sixth Senior Brother had not returned. I did not know if Chen Yu had actually taken the fan I painted to find him, or what might have transpired between them. My heart was filled with trepidation.

A pseudo-spirit artifact was a weapon that even innate experts would scramble for. The weapons held by ordinary people were merely imitations of true spirit artifacts, crafted to be slightly better than standard blades.