Chapter Seventy-Four: Bai Yi's Wrath

Liang Zhong had no idea what was going on before he was berated, but before he could explain anything, Situ Xuanyu hung up on him. "Damn it, things can't be this coincidental. That bastard Liang Zhong wants to steal Ye Feng's friend's woman. And I've set my sights on Ye Feng's woman. Am I doomed this time?" Suddenly struck by this realization, Situ Xuanyu picked up his phone again and dialed his underling Jia.

Astonishment flashed across his mind for just an instant before, as his right foot was stepped on, Su Hao swiftly changed tactics.

Noticing the contour at Su Cheng’s crotch, Luo Jing’s delicate brows quivered, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. Her eyes brimmed with incredulity.

After a fierce battle, the entire Taoist palace, the secret realm at the heart of the lake, even the surrounding mountains and lake, were all shattered and leveled to the ground. Yet this valley, and the palace chambers behind the stone gate, remained miraculously untouched. It was truly unfathomable.

There was little suspense—Su Cheng had dug this pit, and even though Minister He knew he would fall into it if he proceeded, the nuclear fusion device was simply too important to abandon.

With Dian Wei leading several hundred personal guards, Yan Bei declined Zhang He’s offer to send reinforcements. The procession set out with ceremonial displays, drums and music resounding, making their way toward Xiangping.

Ruan Xizhi said, “Let’s do as Brother Lu suggests.” The two of them led their horses to a distant spot. Lu Yincang gently instructed the horses to lie down in the reeds, then they crouched low, hidden in the grass, quietly observing Zhang Tianqian’s movements.

After spending so much time together, Su Ni had come to regard Elder Rong as family, someone irreplaceable. Given his personality, he would never allow Elder Rong to sacrifice himself for his sake.

Surprisingly, Su Ni did not stop Zhou Laosan; his expression remained cold. The matter of Meng Yao was like a thorn, deeply lodged in his heart.

His collection of lotuses was comprised solely of rare treasures—he believed there were few finer specimens in the world. So he now deeply suspected that this so-called Third Prince Nezha was simply holding a grudge from earlier, deliberately making things difficult and refusing to teach Jiang Yunfei.

Qiao Luo was deeply moved, secretly thinking that although he had acted without much thought when he went to save Huo Taifeng, this incident had allowed everyone to see his true heart. That, too, was an unexpected blessing.

Though the wind had picked up, there was not a trace of spiritual energy in the air—only the stifling heat carried a fishy odor, as if something sinister lurked within it.

Sitting nearby, Ouyang Feier had no idea that the story Ouyang Qingyan was telling was entirely fabricated.

“It’s nothing. The foot pedal on the medical waste bin is just a bit faulty—it needs a good stomp,” Yuan Jun replied from inside.

Hearing this, Zhu Feng’s face changed. He could clearly sense the other courtiers mocking him, and it was obvious He Xuan was toying with him.

Zhou Yanqing glanced at the tray in the maid’s hands. She held it high above her brow, head lowered, eyes fixed on her toes—she dared not meet the Sixth Lord’s icy gaze.

Xiu Qiao was startled when Rong Zhan suddenly lost his temper. She had served in Yinghui Court for several years and had never seen him so angry with the maids. She dared not say a word, tears welling in her eyes as she knelt and hurriedly fled.

With a whirlwind kick, he struck before the Kui Wolf could bite, landing a heavy blow on the beast’s massive head. With a whoosh, the Kui Wolf dissipated into a wisp of green smoke. Though the old Taoist's whirlwind kick had mostly missed, it successfully neutralized the Kui Wolf’s attack.

The Blood Demon Emperor did not sense any fluctuation in Feng Yang’s power and assumed, as he had thought, that those demon pills were useless. Seeing Feng Yang’s agonized expression, he believed Feng Yang was forcing himself to forge a domain.

The Emperor gazed at Yun Zhen. He had no idea what calculations lay behind that earnest expression, but in the end, he nodded his assent. After all, he could not refuse such a proposal. If word got out, he would undoubtedly be branded as cold and unkind.