Volume 1, Chapter 52: The Crystal Chandelier is Broken

Yet how did he suddenly become a member of the Demon race, and help them slaughter two Deity Transformation stage powerhouses from the demon-subduing party? Could he truly be a demon?

A brief, dead silence fell over the entire dining hall. No one had expected Du Bai to make a move, let alone such a ruthless one that instantly knocked two people flat to the ground.

Although his consciousness had cleared, he still did not want to open his eyes, and could not help recalling the bizarre dream he had just experienced.

Glancing sideways at Nangu Bo, Xue Jian deliberately asked in a soft voice, "Is it simply because the Young Prince loves the house and everything around it?" Finished speaking, she gazed at him with shimmering, tender eyes, thinking to herself: *Go on, make it up. I am waiting for you to spin more of your bullshit about how I look similar to your friend.*

Among the silent ministers, some already let out sighs and curses of disappointment, having recognized their own unfilial sons among the group.

There were currently no materials available to make a proper staff, so He Yu decided to hastily cobble together a makeshift one just to keep up appearances, and worry about finding a suitable replacement later.

Chu Suanzi, who was exceptionally skilled in statecraft, was extremely sensitive to these underlying changes. Her ability to emerge victorious in the ruthless power struggles of the Eastern Jin Dynasty relied on far more than merely her status as Empress Dowager.

Some maidservants tumbled off the bridge while others rolled to the roadside. The guards' defensive efforts were severely hampered, leaving them completely at the mercy of the men in black who hacked and slashed with abandon.

Demonic energy is like deadly poison to humans. The purer the demonic energy, the greater the harm it inflicts on the human body.

As the banquet reached this point, it was drawing to a close. Second Prince Li Renzhong of Western Xia had lost face during the martial arts duel, so he excused himself under the pretext of being too drunk and departed first; shortly after, the banquet was dismissed as well.

Le Tian and the crowd of listeners who were listening to the news broadcast spat out the tea they hadn't yet had time to swallow.

Jing Tian took a light sip of tea and openly admitted to it. Seeing the clearly displeased look on Bai Ye's face, Jing Tian offered another word of explanation.

"Old Wei, now that we've got someone backing us up, where's our path to making money? Why don't you fill everyone in?" Liguo asked with a cheerful smile.

"Heh, right, it's him. A few days ago I played poker with him and won a bit of his money. He said if I didn't pay him back today, he'd clean me out. I had no choice, scraped together some cash, and brought it straight to him!" Ma Yong explained, smiling as he patted the duffel bag on his shoulder.

The organ-level resonance induces a powerful sympathetic vibration throughout the internal organs, causing muscle spasms, whole-body tremors, and difficulty breathing.

High and refined, it suited Bai Ye's temperament quite well. Jing Yuchen had indeed thought so at the time.

"You're finally here!" Just as I was still examining the manor, the main gates suddenly creaked open, and a deep, resonant voice boomed from within. The owner of this voice was definitely no ordinary person—perhaps it was the old master himself.

Ye Tian made up his mind; it seemed the Chen family was indeed not some time-honored clan with a long history.

Meanwhile, Dilin's attention was entirely focused on Cheng Feihu, leaving her with no mind to bother with Zhou You and the others. Somewhat awkwardly, she led Cheng Feihu to a secluded corner and began whispering sweet nothings.

Of course, facing Yan Lan, Bai Muxue did not dare to act presumptuously. She could only obediently wash up and get dressed, then walk out onto the balcony with a deeply aggrieved expression.

Ning Wu's cold gaze pierced deeply into Situ Feng's eyes. She raised her right hand and pried open his clenched fingers one by one.

Yan Lan lowered her head in thought, her pale, slender fingers drawing circles on the table as her gaze spun round and round along with her fingers.

As soon as the roar of the tiger faded, Ye Tian saw the spotted tiger turning its attention toward Shi Qian and Chen Mei, who had previously been standing by, watching the commotion and giggling. Startled at first, the pair finally snapped out of the mindset that had just seemed so amusing, turned on their heels, and bolted.

However, even upon entering her own bedchamber, Ning Baobei maintained the exact same posture as she had all day. The moment she crossed the threshold, however, she made a beeline for her soft, expansive bed. Her delicate embroidered shoes were kicked off, tracing a graceful arc through the air before landing squarely in the inner parlor.

Lost in thought, a gentle breeze swept by, lightly stirring the wisps of hair at her temples. A faint, lingering fragrance drifted past, and she fancied she could catch the scent of a delicate perfume.

Watching the Empress Dowager rise and depart, Empress Ning Qing maintained her usual unruffled calm. Not until that figure vanished did a trace of subtle anxiety slowly surface in her indifferent gaze.

Seeing that Yun Yi remained silent, Xiao Chenhui knew her response meant tacit approval. Eager to please her, he applied even more force to his hands, striking Lü Siyi and sending her into a chorus of shrill, ghost-like cries.

No matter how many long ages had passed... this branch of descendants forever remembered that their ancestor bore the name Xuanyuan, and thus referred to themselves outwardly as the Xuanyuan clan.

This was why, upon hearing that he wanted a box of pastries, he hadn't refused, instead telling his assistant to buy the entire stock for him.

After nearly ten days of a leisurely journey with stops along the way, Ye Fengyu and his party finally arrived at Luanrun City.

Sheng Ruosi, who had merely applied a bit of lipstick and a layer of isolation cream, thought, *...Should I go put on some makeup?*

Shen Si felt an increasing heaviness in her heart; the more charitable the old lady acted, the more uneasy she became.

Only when occasionally rousing from her long periods of cultivation would she open her eyes and cast a momentary glance toward the direction of the Three Realms.

"Don't forget, I am Zhang Qingtang's own grandson. If I desperately detonate myself, your demonic Qi and energy will never be able to stop it." I forced my eyes to blink rapidly, trying my best to stay awake as I spoke.

A gentle breeze blew across the water, sending ripples shimmering across the lake. Deng Wuyue gazed at the weeping willows swaying by the shore and said, "Sister Yun Yi, I actually envy you so much. Old Madam Xiao is a sensible person, and there aren't so many rigid restrictions in the estate."

A faint, hidden fragrance drifted through the air as they walked slowly along a crimson carpet. The carpet was exceedingly soft, feeling as though one were stepping upon the clouds.

The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss summoned within dreams contains the Seven-Jeweled Pond, filled with the water of eight virtues, its floor paved entirely with pure golden sand.

"Alright, alright!" Yiliudian nodded like a pounding pestle, secretly thrilled at the prospect of hearing another story. Learning a bit more about these hidden secrets would at least keep him from constantly being taken advantage of.

The ultimate goal of cultivation among primordial gods and demons is to attain the supreme Great Dao. Armed with such a cultivation method capable of reaching the pinnacle, any god or demon would rush to practice it.

Without the slightest hesitation, the warriors of the Death Angels Legion discarded their firearms and drew the chainswords strapped to their backs. As the dragon-blood fuel surged and burned, the jagged teeth on the chainswords whirred into a frantic spin.

Upon returning to the villa, Yiliudian saw that Kunyi was already up, sitting in the living room and turning the pages of his documents one by one.

Under the moonlight, four figures trudged wearily through the yellow sand. Not far away, the glow of a fire grew progressively brighter, and two figures were bound near the hearth.

The living room fell into an eerie, suffocating silence. The family of three sitting on the sofa turned deathly pale, as though they had just laid eyes on some horrifying monster.