Chapter 52: The Noble Consort's Promotion

That night, at the residence of Grand Tutor Yang’s family.

Yang Ru Cheng, in his fifties, was caressing a translucent qilin—an exquisite piece of glass he had purchased from a merchant of Arabia for five thousand taels. Whenever he felt agitated, simply playing with this glass qilin would calm his mind, allowing him to think with clarity and efficiency.

“Is Ling’er planning to change course?...”

“Are you from the Ye family?” Mu Yan’s face was filled with shock. “The matter of Mu Qingshuang returning to the Mu family years ago was known only to the Mu family, apart from the Ye family who might have learned of it!” As one of the top three prodigies of the Mu family’s younger generation, he was privy to many secrets.

Even the other spirit practitioners fighting in the grand hall were stunned for a moment.

Investing is not something to be done on impulse, yet passion is essential. Old Wang was in excellent form.

“Occasionally failing is not so bad. Perhaps it may bring even greater rewards,” Tianzong Tanghua suddenly uttered, sounding as though he had gained some profound insight into life.

With a forceful squeeze, the fragile beast’s head shattered in two. A subtle tremor ran through the floor, as if something else had broken along with it.

After a long while, as if confirming Taichu’s assessment, a voice full of rage echoed from high above.

Since this formation belonged to the ancient Ghost-Owl clan, and since they were beneath Bone Eagle Peak—a place where ghost-owls gathered—the creator of the formation must surely have ties to the ghost-owls.

The moment they saw the arena, those familiar with professional sports recognized it as the sacred ground of basketball—the St. Poplar Arena in the United States, where the NBA opens once a year.

“These light cannons are unique to the Behemoth clan. And that extraordinary greatsword—so it’s you, Beastman Sword Saint Azik.” The magic array before Andia gradually faded, her gaze fixed on a tall silhouette in the distance.

But her satisfaction could not be spoken aloud; not only must she keep silent, she had to show utmost disdain. If she voiced her approval, this fellow’s tail would wag so high it might reach the heavens.

Beneath the scarlet wedding dress of Yin Wangluan was a black garment embroidered with subtle patterns, indistinguishable from her outer robe at first glance.

Though it was but a casual strike, it possessed the power of a high-tier Earth Immortal. Ordinary Purple Mansion cultivators could never withstand this surge of blue water carrying immense dragon force.

What Qiguan Yiqing had done exactly was unclear to her; judging by the scene, she vaguely surmised it was a story of exploiting someone and discarding them.

008 and Yuri felt that the former self, now Dharma, had lost his mind and turned into a fool.

Meanwhile, Lu Tianming, the party concerned, was secretly communicating with the artifact spirit, hoping it would intervene. But the spirit remained stubborn, refusing to waste its power on Elder Yi.

Xia Shiyu hid her belongings well, but once inside the Withered Leaf Forest, it was no longer as simple as wrapping things around her waist. After some thought, she tied the bell to a ribbon, then fastened it to her wrist and ankle. That way, even if it fell during battle, she would easily notice and have a chance to retrieve it.

So long as Lu Tianming maintained the temperature of the pill furnace, this round of alchemy would surely succeed.

If the Seven Jewels Glass Sect could be made to fully submit to you, it would greatly benefit the development of the sect.

Asura divine power coursed through Liao Zicheng’s meridians without harming him in the slightest. He sensed this, and his hand that had been poised over the remote gradually relaxed.

Xu Ran, trailing behind, dared not think too deeply. The further he pondered, the colder his back felt.

Yao Dantong remained intensely curious about the situation before her. No matter how one looked at it, the circumstances were troubling. So much had already happened, and with no better solution at hand, things would have to proceed as they were. No one knew exactly how to manage it.