Chapter 105: Fighting Poison with Poison

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The early autumn sunset dyed the blue-and-white school uniforms a warm orange, the lingering heat of late summer still clinging to the hems. Lin Mengqiu had no heart to appreciate the scenery; she was too vexed by Wen Zhixia to pay attention. Her jawline had lost its previous sharpness, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and the tips of her ears flushed a faint red that even spread to the tip of her nose. Yet her expression remained cold, resembling a little frozen dumpling reddened by the cold. She walked beside Chen Shian, not wanting to say a single word.

“Yes~!” Several warriors immediately removed a bundle of explosives from their backs and hurried to the rear of a truck, readying themselves. As for Meng Yiran, Dugu Yan, and other powerful figures’ families from the Celestial Palace, they were not a concern; there was ample time to deal with them later. If it had been strangers who truly believed his deceit, that would have been a tragedy.

Yang Yu’s words struck a chord deep within Yu Yi, whose face darkened with displeasure.

While steaming fresh lotus seeds, Ma Sen pulled out another pot and retrieved dozens of salted duck eggs from a large jar tucked in a corner.

Upon learning that these Dou Emperor clan members were not here to cause trouble, and that the leader before them was none other than Mang Tianchi, the revered elder of the Flower Sect in Central Continent, Hua Xu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go! We’ll greet Commander Zhang.” Zhao Lei quickly grabbed his gun and hurried out eagerly.

But Yang Yu directly pulled her into the courtyard. She instinctively paused, wary of disturbing those inside, yet Yang Yu led her straight in without hesitation.

In the northern nation that worshiped Kiran, disaster struck because Principal Kiran had long since disappeared; the people suffered the same fate as the fish in the pond—massacred to the bone, the land littered with graves as far as the eye could see.

Everything comes at a price; indulgence too has its cost, even if it was never truly by his own will.

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“I didn’t expect you back so soon; the food is a bit scant.” Mao Xueying’s face showed a faint blush.

Having made up his mind, Hu Yanzan intended to surpass Zhao Kuangyin with his archery skills, sparing himself from Zhao’s endless boasting. Hu Yanzan was determined to turn the tide but underestimated Zhao’s battle-hardened mastery of bow and horse; thinking to reclaim honor through archery alone was presumptuous.

The village chief waved his hand to disperse the crowd. This village was home mostly to the old, weak, sick, and disabled; even the youngest, the woodcutters and hunters, were nearly forty. There was little room for fuss or sentimentality here.

Yet the sea raged relentlessly, the storm expanding, sweeping away the last vestiges of clarity and illusion, spilling beyond the confines of the world.

“Soul Breaker, you think a mere fragment of a soul can devour me?” She suddenly opened her eyes, no longer weary but blazing with intensity. Her lightly intoxicated peach blossom eyes instantly brimmed with a fierce pride unbefitting her usual wild arrogance. Secretly, she gathered the innate warmth within her blood.

Even with Longinus granting him immortality, today he finally tasted the torment of life worse than death. The Reaper’s torture had made him want to abandon the Holy Spear more than once.

“Is there such a theory? It seems madam’s revered master is also a formidable cultivator.” Zhuge Liang smiled.

The young man nodded, finding her words somewhat reasonable. Indeed, if he truly wanted to harm Cen Lanlan, why would he go to such lengths, wasting so much divine beast’s pure blood?

“Water Prison!” Nikola Yunsheng roared, conjuring nine twisting water pillars that forcibly split the space apart. His fists struck them, causing sprays of water to scatter in all directions.

“As for Buddhism, it teaches that all beings undergo countless cycles of rebirth, urging belief in karma and encouraging people to do good and avoid evil. This, naturally, rulers welcome. Yet while preaching equality among all beings, it also teaches acceptance of one’s present suffering and reliance on the afterlife.”

Imitating the First Man of Evil Heaven, she fully understood his cold, calm, and ruthless handsomeness, and at this moment, she too was captivated by that very charm.

Dawn was approaching; he should return to his room for a good rest. After these days of turmoil, he was utterly exhausted.

It was Li Yan; besides him, hardly anyone could appear before her so suddenly and remain unnoticed.

Although Su Hua had outwardly accepted her family, there was still an undeniable hatred between them.

If it had been Zhong Ling’s usual temperament, she might have already lost control and dealt with him. What kind of person was he? What nonsense was this? He deserved the fate he met today.

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“Your Majesty, please rest assured. I and Ruya, the steward maid of Zhongcui Palace, will select carefully.” Qin’er replied respectfully.

“Then let’s begin.” Li Ye placed Wu Xie heavily on the nearby table, eyes scanning among them.

Anwu impatiently tossed a backpack onto the vehicle, then placed a thermos by the door. With a loud bang, he slammed the door shut, locked it, and the vehicle started up again.

“What if Master Nian Yuan…” Chen Xiu frowned. The methods of Young Master Nangong were too brutal; if Nian Yuan turned hostile, it would be difficult for them.

It turned out that after the Taoist priest saw the renowned eccentric among peers, Old Li, killed, she disregarded the monk, landed a strike on Su Meiniang, then immediately fled.

Although Pei Xiner had done some things, how could she be deemed the “great meritorious official” or “great benefactor” by the emperor? It all sounded suspiciously like a cover-up. Yet Zhao Yutang did not expose her, instead responding politely before retreating.

How many, like Jun Wuhai, would follow the Chu King without hesitation or doubt? And how many were eyeing them with envy?

“Has he arrived yet?” Han Yuwei blinked, her phoenix-like eyes full of anticipation.

Few knew that a thousand years ago, Jin Shisan was a local tyrant, wreaking havoc across the Eastern Wilderness.

Her mind trembled violently as Lin Xuan gently caressed the silver mask. Never before had she been so grateful to heaven in this life and the last, yet never so furious as to nearly bite through a silver tooth.

Xie Shuning never expected to see such clear, infantile eyes staring from this face.