Volume One, Chapter 51: The Fate of Jiang’s Mother

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Ye Qiao knew they would come today, which was why she specifically came to witness the fate of Jiang’s mother.

Ye Qiao sat quietly inside the visitation room.

Jiang Yao looked at her with sorrowful, accusing eyes.

Zhou Cong’s emotions were complicated, but this time he did not approach Ye Qiao to speak. He stayed by Jiang Yao’s side, and when they saw Jiang’s mother emerge—her face weary, appearing ten years older—they both were startled.

“Mom, what happened to you?” Jiang Yao was astonished.

Seeing the two of them, Jiang’s mother immediately burst into tears. “Yao Yao, son-in-law, the prison was terrifying. The people inside were violent, and the guards did nothing.”

Jiang Yao suddenly turned around, eyes red as she looked at Ye Qiao. “Ye Qiao, is it...”

Pig Intestine gazed into the boundless night for a while, then abruptly turned and hurried back to the Human Flesh Manor. Passing through the bustling hall, he arrived at the entrance beside a cluster of wine jars and slipped inside.

The Heavenly Seal shattered beside Ada, who was in a poor condition, looking utterly disheveled.

“They must have learned the news not too long ago. Perhaps Mao Xingxian overheard our conversation, but he had to prioritize defending against Xiao Tiancheng’s assault, so he didn’t notify you, the traitor,” Su Yang briefly analyzed.

His mind now clear, he looked ahead and saw the golden, gleaming pearl not far away—about a hundred yards—but sadly, it was tightly bound by golden and silver vines. Otherwise, with his agility, he could have reached it in the blink of an eye.

He took a few steps back, activated the Mad Demon Overbearing Body technique, and his aura soared dramatically.

After hearing the names of the seven immortals and their Dharma titles, Bai Sheng and Hu Meinang chatted briefly. Suddenly, Ni Duoshi moved slightly. They hurried over, and Bai Sheng helped Ni Duoshi sit up, urgently asking, “Senior Brother Ni, are you awake?” He gently shook Ni Duoshi’s body.

More bizarrely, the peerless fierce sword still floated silently, showing no reaction whatsoever.

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Outside the third row, where sound waves and oppressive force no longer reached, the seats were a stark contrast to the quiet atmosphere ahead—chaotic and noisy.

The island of Tekekorres is small; Siren City’s fifteen districts occupy one-third of it. Yet this island is enveloped by a harsh magical wind zone, especially wind element magic, which accounts for a terrifying quarter of the total magic reserves. It’s as if one survives amidst a storm.

Once freed, Dragon Fairy Er was about to summon clouds when she suddenly felt numbness and soreness all over, unable to move an inch. Alarmed, fearing a sneak attack from the elusive fairy behind her, she intended to warn Ni Duoshi against rash moves, but saw he had already leapt over and caught her by the waist, landing gently.

In the eyes of Tong En, the temple lord, the four great elders occupied an exalted position, second only to the pope. No one expected these four elders to die just like that.

“If you don’t want to wear it, then don’t,” Agatha muttered with a pout. Without further action, her iron armor vanished instantly, revealing her true face once more before Ron, who, having seen her before, felt nothing unusual.

Black lines twisted in the air, forming various shapes, causing Lin Hai’s heart to twitch painfully.

“But what will you do in the future? You’ll be at a disadvantage when assignments are distributed,” seeing Jing Jian’s indifference, Chu Yueting grew more worried.

“The kind of master determines the kind of dog servant. Li Zhibai, you and your master are both foul-mouthed, barking dogs,” Nangong Rubing seized the opportunity to hurl a fierce insult.

The necromancer glanced at Diana, clearly implying that his so-called voluptuous girl was Diana.

Jing Jian then recognized the scoundrel again—a man about twenty, adorned in designer clothes, accustomed to living recklessly with an arrogant face.

She thought Chen Feng would never force himself on her; if he wanted anything, it would be with her consent.

“Why don’t you ask where we’re going?” Gu Jingchen squinted, suddenly removing his sunglasses, still adjusting, trying to make small talk.

The next night arrived swiftly. The Xu family patriarch, a well-known figure in Dragon City, would likely draw the entire upper society tonight.

The pursuit of the eighteen jade pendant owners continued, and perhaps all matters would be resolved by tomorrow night.

As we left the room, Ai Tangtang cheerfully grabbed the cat Da Cai and ran off—naturally heading toward the kitchen of Laoshan.

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Everyone below watched, but none could see the Dao Master’s seal—it was neither master nor deity. They only noticed the colors above intensify, and a compelling aura spread out.

“Master, I want to ask a favor. If I die in Fang Hu, and if Ai Tangtang is in danger, please help her,” I said.

In these two years, Ye Xiaofeng studied away from home, seldom returning, but his room was always kept spotless by Ye’s mother.

Everyone hurried on, afraid to fall behind—a repeat of the first day’s scene, only the characters and locations changed.

For a while, there was peace. Later, someone delivered dinner. Afterwards, Wang Ning practiced two sets of martial forms in the courtyard before retiring to her room.

The strikes landed on another dimension, wasting their strength without effect.

Absorbing four Spirit Power Crystals only elevated the Falling Flame Burning Sky of the Divine Fire Sect from beginner to intermediate level.

The Binding Immortal Rope wasn’t named without reason; any cultivator who understood condensing spiritual power could sever it. If not, it might as well be called the Tofu Rope, good enough to kill oneself by banging into it.

Before me stood Young Master Wang Xiyao, the direct heir of Feng Qingyang, the most mysterious swordsman in the martial world—not someone to be trifled with.

Yet, such a grand and mighty city would eventually vanish from the land of Black Horn Territory.

Wang Xiyao drew his wooden sword, slicing through the void, leaving a pitch-black sword scar. Half a year ago, he had already studied the spatial fluctuation frequency of the Heaven-Relying World.