Chapter 39: The Miserable Jia Xingtian

Jinyu gazed up at the sky. Ever since that voice had vanished, his bright eyes had been gleaming with brilliance, and a faint smile slowly curled at the corners of his lips. How many tens of thousands of years had it been? Finally, he was going to leave this place.

He formed seals with his hands, and a crimson silk ribbon flew from his grasp, snapping loudly in the wind. "That deity, I am determined to have him today!" he declared coldly. As he spoke, the ribbon transformed into a streak of sunset-colored light, surging toward Jinyu with a fierce, cutting wind.

The three people on the dais all sighed in helplessness. Although Jinyu appeared to be no more than a youth, his mind had long since surpassed those of his peers. Sometimes, they felt their own thoughts were laid bare the moment they stood before him.

"Young Lady Yi must not have had dinner yet, right? Uncle Wang, have the kitchen prepare a meal." Thinking that she must be worried and had likely skipped dinner, Moyu Jingyun spoke up.

Uncle Yun, entering the palace—putting these two points together, Moyu Jingchen had already guessed who the "Uncle Yun" he spoke of was.

It was not until Ling Xue’s master came to find Ling Chen, saying that the girl had been missing for several days and could not be found anywhere, that Ling Chen was suddenly struck with alarm. It was impossible for Ling Xue to have vanished without a sound or reason; she had previously begged her master to let her accompany him to the Nanyu Kingdom to find Xiaoyue. How could she have suddenly disappeared?

Before Chu Yunlian could fly into a rage, Yi Xiaoyue’s expression suddenly changed. She reached out to grab Su Mei, spun around to knock Chu Yunlian aside, and shielded Su Mei with her own body, facing head-on a blade manifested from a mass of black mist.

Hearing that the Empress was unharmed, Su Mei felt relieved. However, the matters of the imperial court were not for her to intervene in, so she asked no more. Jinfeng did not pursue the subject either; he simply placed the silk handkerchief into a teacup. The silk dissolved upon hitting the water, leaving not a trace, and the water remained clear and transparent.

"What on earth is He Hu playing at? This is far too high-profile," Lin Nan remarked, his brow furrowing slightly as he muttered to himself with clear displeasure.

Weiyang did not look at her but walked straight to Jinfeng. The radiance of the Starfall blade had dimmed; it seemed the seal had not been broken, but as long as the sword was in Jinfeng’s hands, breaking the seal was only a matter of time.

Furthermore, looking at the momentum, the Shunan Group showed not the slightest intention of stopping at a moderate point. This clearly incited the anger of Sikong Shutu, who intensified his offensive against the Shunan Group even further.

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However, she did not push Ye Feng’s hand away. Instead, she leaned her body forward a fraction more, making it easier for him to act.

Duan Jinrong’s gaze darkened for an instant. He did not follow, instead watching the back of Liu Moyan with an unreadable expression.

The sum of the ten Yin of the Heavenly Numbers and the fifteen Yin of the Earthly Numbers dictates the changes of heaven and earth. This is determined entirely by the natural interplay of the cosmos. Yang is celestial fire; Yin is terrestrial water.

Regardless of anything else, he should first make a trip to the palace to see if anything more could be gleaned from Noble Consort Jing.

As his words fell, he did not linger, bolting wildly toward the depths of the magma world. Wang Ting and Feng Qingyang dared not delay for even a second, following closely behind as they sped away.

The handkerchief was dropped to the ground. A slender, jade-like hand withdrew a celadon vial from a sleeve. Opening the wooden stopper, she revealed a round, translucent pill inside; at a single glance, it seemed as if living things were swirling within it like water ripples. She held it to her nose and inhaled; a faint, cool fragrance permeated the air.

Li Ye let out a cold snort and said, "These people are all suspected of treason; how can I allow them to see their families? Do you intend to collude in secret or destroy evidence? Sir Yuchi, please return. Rest assured, I will never wrongly accuse an innocent person."

Ye Feng’s expression remained calm. He glanced at Wang Xiang, who was lying on the ground panting heavily, and said to Xu Ke, "You are wrong. He is not my brother. At most, he is a friend, as are they." Ye Feng gestured toward the four members of the Gold Blade.

But this was only the beginning, and not the most critical part. Although the power of blood essence was being used well and was quite lethal to some, the sheer number of hellhounds in the vicinity provided those with vampire abilities an opportunity to replenish their strength at any moment.

Although Li Qingshan was not knocked down by this impact, because he had been obstructed by Pike for that split second, he was unable to jump in time.

However, due to his remarks after the end of the season and his attempts to flee Manchester United, it is estimated that he has already offended quite a few of the Manchester United players, to say nothing of the fans.

***

Taixuan descended through all twelve levels of the Leifeng Pagoda, straight to the very bottom, and continued to fall further down through the earth.

Back then, they had used this very technique to kill many powerful enemies; no matter how strong the foe was, they all perished this way.

"There they are!" Mo Qiang’s eyes lit up. In the blink of an eye, he flew thousands of miles. A few minutes later, he arrived at a shattered space. The fluctuations were coming from that space, and the booming sounds were clearly audible; two shadows were darting through the collapsing dark void.

Meanwhile, major media outlets were rapidly planning special features on Li Liang. Some reporters were already nervously preparing for their trips to England.

Southampton indeed wanted to strike while the iron was hot and win a few more counterattack opportunities. But after Manchester United voluntarily slowed down the tempo, Southampton did not dare to press forward in force—their strength was not on par with Manchester United's, and if they committed too many players forward, the space behind them would certainly be exploited by Manchester United.

Li Liang pondered seriously before answering, "For the goalkeeper, I choose Gianluigi Buffon—a truly great man."

The cold wind whipped against her face and body; she had only walked to the main courtyard and back, yet it felt as if she had taken a stroll through an ice cellar, leaving her entire body chilled to the bone.