46 Severing Ties, Refusing to Meet Even in Death

Upon returning home, Zuo Luoxian sequestered herself in her room, unable to shake the words Shen Siyang had spoken to her at noon from her mind.

The air was heavy with the metallic tang of animal blood, and several pots bubbled and steamed on a nearby stove. Beside the stove lay several round wooden cutting boards and a set of meat cleavers that glinted with a cold, sharp light.

Yong Yule caught the slight furrow in Master Yidan’s brow, a flicker of coldness crossing her eyes.

His aura of asceticism was truly overwhelming, yet she couldn't help but chuckle. She reached out to tease him, tracing his face as she whispered, "You look especially handsome when you're trying to restrain yourself."

He had sprinted for several miles, his breath gradually evening out. Seeing the two figures still in hot pursuit, he felt a mix of terror and hatred. If he were to turn and engage Lou Zhiying now, he might still have a fighting chance, but he dared not take the risk. Secretly resolving to flee, he veered south toward a mountain ridge, reaching the summit in a matter of moments.

If Qianqian were truly still angry with President Zhang, given her past temperament, she would have insisted on having her friend by her side. Yet, it was as if she had completely forgotten her friend even existed.

However, witnessing the interaction between the father and son, she suddenly realized something and began to quietly do what she could to help.

The lieutenant, seeing Princess Jin’s heroic and spirited demeanor, felt a surge of admiration. Upon discovering that the family of Young Master Xuan was being held in the camp—and though the conditions were far from luxurious, they had not been reduced to camp followers—he felt his heart lighten. In that instant, the image of Princess Jin and Liu Yu rose significantly in his estimation.

Since ancient times, the imperial succession followed the rule of seniority and legitimacy. Yet, looking back through the history of the Great Qing Dynasty, there had been instances where an imperial grandson had ascended to the throne. While it was unlikely that the First Prince’s child would ever inherit the crown, as long as the child lived, how could the wolves and leopards in the palace ever rest easy? They would surely never sleep soundly again.

Their bravado vanished in an instant, their demeanor becoming far more restrained than before. Even the Fourth Prince dared not speak aloud.

This competition would determine the holders of the title of the Top Ten Heavenly Kings for the next decade, but more importantly, it would decide who could secure five of those coveted spots.

Nevertheless, Chen Taiwang and the younger members of the Chen family remained, insisting on meeting Hua Feng in person. Hua Feng had originally felt that letting Qian Qian handle the meeting would suffice.

"You're awake; you could have slept a bit longer." Lin Han turned and saw him, his expression surprisingly awkward.

"Do you know why Madman and I insisted on coming to Lingnan?" Ou Zhenzhen asked, her tone turning grave.

Duanmu Linglong suddenly closed her eyes, seemingly lost in memory. Before long, fine beads of sweat broke out on her nose and forehead, clearly indicating that these recollections were causing her immense distress.

One of the Blood Demon Cult members touched his chin, a look of sudden realization dawning on him after hearing Zhan Feihong’s reply.

If she retreated, he would simply have to take the initiative. In the past, she had been the one to pursue; now, it was his turn to chase her, to cherish her.

Why would he do this? Buying this apartment complex without developing it meant a financial loss. How could a businessman like him engage in such a losing venture?

"Impossible. How can this be?" the Left Protector gasped, clutching his chest. He never imagined that his internal energy could be broken so easily—and with such effortless grace.

"Boom!" When the three powerful forces collided, they exploded simultaneously. Relying on his God-Body, which rivaled the strength of a low-grade origin artifact, Chu Ge withstood the surging shockwave and, wielding the Heaven-Swallowing Sword, launched a fierce attack against the two roaring black dragons.

A strange sound echoed through the room, causing Gu Nian’s face to flush instantly, the crimson spreading even to her earlobes.

"That is because they are all my colleagues," Shen Yan said, his patience thinning. "We work together, so it is convenient for us to live in the same place."

The corpse was already covered in mottled, purplish-blue lividity, its skin no longer supple. With a sharp blade, she pierced it without hesitation. Layer by layer, she parted the skin, her wrinkled hands working with the precision of a master jade carver.

Xia Yu was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice Shen Yan slow his pace in front of her. She subconsciously took a step forward, nearly tripping over his heels as her forehead bumped directly into his back.

Mingyi Haotian watched as Yu Ze heaped insincere praise upon Wuge, while Wuge accepted it with an air of pride. He wanted to cover his face in embarrassment.

Wuge was deeply moved. The words of the Youquan indicated that she was a transmigrator who had always believed herself to be the protagonist, only to end up consumed by her own demonic path.

The interior of the house looked no different from any other, but in reality, every ornament and piece of furniture had been meticulously designed by Zhou Yi to form an array that suppressed malevolent spirits.

Tang Nan-yu cast a hesitant glance at the moon-white figure standing silently nearby. The latter offered him a slight smile, his expression composed and steady.

Upon arriving at the 4S shop and handing the car over to the mechanic, the idle person only then felt the delayed, knife-like pain piercing through her heart.

"Furthermore, if my calculations are correct, everyone present has been poisoned," the gang leader said. "If we do not act quickly, we will soon succumb." No sooner had he finished speaking than one of the bandits behind him collapsed. There were no visible wounds on his body; he looked as if he had simply fallen asleep, never to wake again.

Ye Shenyu nodded. She felt no need to compromise. Having just bought the land, and with the six surrounding villas renovated into a single estate, she was not about to move just because someone offered a few words of warning.

Taken by surprise, Ye Yue was momentarily stunned, looking back and forth between her and Yukinoshita in confusion.

"Amitabha. I see. It was this old monk who failed to consider things thoroughly. I was only thinking of seeing Donor Ding, neglecting the current plight of the Songshan Sect," Fang Zheng said with regret.

"And when the time comes, will this legendary divine object obey my commands? Or could it become a weapon I can wield?" Yang Di swallowed hard, asking with a glimmer of hope.