Chapter 56: Be a Good Girl and Listen

Inside the storage room lay a dazzling woman dressed in exquisite attire, like a lotus blooming on a distant mountain. Though her eyes were tightly shut, her complexion was rosy, not lifeless; she appeared to be merely asleep.

Xing Chenge said, "It’s her. She is the daughter of a merchant. Unable to bear the thought of marrying someone she did not love, she attempted to hang herself. Her mother passed away early, and her father remarried and had a son, so he was never very attentive to her..."

"That’s good. With our lord here, the villagers will surely profit from their trade. Here, your basket has been inspected and is clear to pass. Brother, may your journey be peaceful." After a thorough check, a soldier proudly declared before allowing passage.

"Third Uncle, this is General Guan Hai of the Feiyan Army. Had it not been for General Guan’s timely aid, Chen Deng and his brother would have struggled to return safely to Guangling," Chen Deng introduced the man as they walked, both their straw raincoats dripping with water.

"The Fat Man is right. Though I've never met him, I’m enduring the same trials he has. It sounds absurd, but these outrageous events truly happened," Ye Han chimed in.

The token glowed with a dark hue, appearing ordinary yet radiating an overwhelming sword aura that inspired profound reverence. Its material was unknown, inscribed with the four immortal characters for the Nine Cauldrons Sword Sect.

"I care not who you are. Once I seize this celestial estate, not even the Sea Emperor will be worthy of my notice," the leader of the Three Sages declared sinisterly, vowing to force the Silver Eel King to test fate.

Unexpectedly, a large ship approached from the sea, disembarking over a dozen beastmen warriors of the late Martial Saint stage.

Lan Yu stepped forward, releasing an intense, bone-chilling cold that swept outward, shattering the oppressive aura surrounding Jiang Yi.

The final words seemed to ignite a powder keg; every armored soldier within the canyon drew a heavier breath.

"Hengzhi, come forward," Emperor Ling, pleased by Xiao Yi’s imposing presence, beckoned him nearer, still motioning when he was but ten feet away.

Even the servants of the Underworld God could not betray him; the undead and the Zombie King had thoroughly fallen into Fan Ping’an’s grasp.

His eyes were unfocused, like a soulless corpse, instinctively moving toward Su Yi.

Upon hearing this request, Gu Lingze immediately set three rules with him. The first was never to revert to his original form lightly.

"This way!" Yun Ci pointed to the rightmost of the three forked paths, the one that looked most eerie.

Sweet closed his eyes, realizing the red scarf given to Annie had lost its power, indicating that Colin and the others had long since left the city.

The two left without a word. As the snow eagle, sculpted from solid ice, carried them into the sky, Jon glanced back at the fading flames below.

Wu Qi had just shielded Yang Sisi, channeling true energy into her body while neglecting himself. The immense pressure weighed on him, and his internal organs burned with pain.

Fortunately, Luo Wanneng came through unharmed; otherwise, Wu Qi would have scolded himself mercilessly and lived in torment and regret.

Lu Jingxing finally understood what it meant to no longer attend court early. Honestly, when Lin Guiwan was around, he was always lost in her embrace.

Though they had met Madam Lu and the others, Madam Lu could not recognize him, and the rest certainly could not.

At the man’s words, Su Yi’s body instinctively shivered. It was a primal fear rooted in the subconscious of this body, causing cold sweat to surge down his spine.

After hearing this, Mei Xian’er’s anger flared fiercely. If not for Chen Feng restraining her, she would have stormed into the private room to give Qian Yun a thorough beating.

"Could it be that he won?" Being invited to such a place? But someone who writes such terrible poetry—could he really have won? Yan Min certainly did not believe it.