Chapter 51: Staying Behind as an Insider

The Black Widow, accompanied by the black-clad ninja and the stout man, departed first, leaving only Su Tian standing still for a moment.

He still couldn’t compare to the Phantom Hall; at least those people didn’t treat others’ lives so lightly, but he could not claim the same.

Su Tian had considered killing Meng Hu, yet when Meng Hu pleaded for mercy, a flicker of hesitation crossed his heart.

Now that the personnel were consolidated...

Though both were old in years, the two men quarreled as fiercely as youths, their long dispute unresolved. Each had their own reasoning, but fortunately, the elder Mr. Fan was somewhat reasonable. Though he sparred verbally with Xing Tianlan, he was not prone to drawing weapons and resorting to violence as readily as the latter.

Three people, two horse-drawn carriages—Ye Qingcheng and Xia Xun shared one carriage; the deathly dark elementalist of the underworld shared the other. Both were drawn by eight horses, a symbol of their extraordinary status.

Wei Taozhuo exclaimed in shock, “Then how did that thieving Taoist nun trick her parents into handing over the dragon embryo and phoenix chick to you?”

When everyone saw Long Zheng’s move, they all drew a sharp breath. Even Tian Xuan was slightly surprised.

Zhang Ruyun, upon hearing her words, was momentarily puzzled but, upon reflection, his eyes sharpened.

Evil Wind had long since reached the level of semi-Saint Origin Nirvana. Whether he had broken through further was unknown, but at the very least, this palm strike was beyond Tian Xuan’s ability to withstand.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, Qin Yibai felt a sudden brightness before him. It was because Zhong Sheng’s once sharp, knife-like lips had become soft and delicate, full and alluring. Though it was only a subtle change, his entire jade-like face underwent an earth-shattering transformation.

This scene was witnessed by Ji Qinglian not far away, who immediately snorted coldly in displeasure.

Moreover, his appearance was like a seductive fox spirit—so alluring that it stirred one’s heart, making one want to approach and ravage him fiercely.

Could it be? Had she fallen for her brother? Impossible. Her brother did not possess such great power. Besides, she must have saved herself because of Director Kong Kong, right?

“Your Majesty, this is something all of Chang’an knows. Tarnishing the princess’s purity and sabotaging the alliance with the native tribes is a capital offense. There’s no escaping the death penalty!” Hou Junji declared.

“Brother, it’s a beautiful sum, a beautiful sum,” Old He Third coughed awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed.

Feng Xiuxiu’s home was unlike Li Dazhuang’s but similarly secluded, located away from the crowds, with few wishing to associate with them.

The Yanzi Mountain Range lay in the southeast of the cultivation realm, the last mountain of the fourth western mountain chain.

Jiang Yu also felt a wave of unease—this was an instinctive reaction of a cultivator. Just now, it was as if a gaze drifted from the abyss of hell, chilling his entire back within seconds, sinking his heart to the bottom of a valley.

However, for cultivators stepping into the random realm, mercy was granted. If one could find the lifeline within the random array of techniques, they could follow its trajectory to enter and exit safely.

“Brother Xiao Yao, please don’t misunderstand. Zhihui has always been wilful and headstrong in the clan, so I hope you can teach her a lesson,” said Zhu Shaoyu. They were all at their wit’s end with Zhu Zhihui, and Long Xinglin was just the right person for the task.

When Zhou Kegong left the conference room, Tang Yan’s expression trembled slightly. At the moment Zhou Kegong reached out his hand, the scene was reflected in the glass window and imprinted in Tang Yan’s eyes. Slowly turning around, she watched the direction where Zhou Kegong vanished.

“Perhaps the final piece to restoring the truth of Liang Yi’s death twelve years ago lies within this diary, making all the contradictions perfectly reasonable,” the three reached a silent consensus.

Long Xinglin nodded. He understood well the saying ‘don’t bite off more than you can chew.’ After all, greed could lead to one’s own ruin—not that it would be fatal, but moderation was necessary.