Chapter Thirty: Has the Medicinal Market in Willow City Been Monopolized?

The shop appeared to be thriving, with a steady stream of customers coming in to purchase medicine. The attendants were each busy with their respective tasks. At that moment, Wei Suqiu was also in the store; when she saw Ye Cheng walk in at the cashier’s counter, she immediately recognized him.

“Brother Ye, what brings you to my shop today? Such a rare guest! Please, come in, come in.”

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As they spoke, the teleportation array began to glow with points of white light. Inside, Tang Hao’s figure wavered, becoming faint and almost illusory.

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I’m not here to stay out of these troubled waters—I’m the one who’s about to stir them even further!” Tang Hao’s aura was every bit as formidable as the Second Prince’s, his voice resounding with authority.

Fortunately, she was unable to move. Otherwise, with her fiery temperament, she would never have allowed herself to become a burden to Tang Hao, even if it meant death.

Once unleashed, this technique would grant the Immortal Lord strength to rival that of the gods—such a heaven-defying power. But precisely because it was so unnatural, the caster’s soul would be utterly destroyed; it was a move meant for mutual destruction.

“What is that? What kind of artifact did you use to nullify my Yin Fiend Death Talisman?” Hong Xiaohai exclaimed in astonishment.

A few subordinates carried him upstairs, but the second-floor rooms were still being renovated after a fire. After a moment’s thought, the servants directed them to carry Luo Xiao straight to the master bedroom on the third floor.

The hot spring was fed by geothermal mineral water, rich in trace elements and minerals that nourished the skin, promote detoxification and beauty, relax the body and mind, and offer excellent therapeutic benefits.

Once Wang Tieshan had left, Master Mingjian made his own preparations and then hurried toward old Beijing as well.

Luo Cheng howled in agony, each cry seeming to tear at his very soul. The depths in Luo Xiao’s eyes grew ever darker—he saw too much of himself in Luo Cheng: the same pain, and the same deep love.

Chi Zui Mo spoke as he pinched Lan Wanting’s neck. Flustered by his teasing once again, Lan Wanting’s lovely face flushed bright red. She snapped, “Take your filthy hand off me.” Still, she was genuinely afraid of being discovered, so her voice was much quieter.

“It no longer matters—otherwise, I wouldn’t have let it go with only a sigh. From now on, whether I am a traitor or loyal, it makes no difference. We’re no longer people of the same land or country; what’s the point in dwelling on it?” Cui Xiaoguang smiled.

Though they truly were ordinary citizens, with no titles or notable family backgrounds to speak of.

A grand conspiracy was quietly unfolding in the world of magic—just who was setting up whom was now impossible to tell.

The demon clans still locked in battle seemed to realize that today might mark their race’s great calamity. One by one, they ceased fighting, stumbling toward Kunpeng and the four great demon marshals. Many who had been struck down but not yet died were supported by their comrades, gritting their teeth to persevere.

To this day, he could not be certain how much of Chen Shandao’s performance was genuine. Overconfidence in victory was the height of folly—Chen Shandao was no easy opponent, and he knew he must henceforth keep his guard up. Bai Moge’s move had been masterful; he had lost because his information was too limited, and he had never anticipated such a result.

It was only after their figures had disappeared from sight that Gong Mingyuan turned and left, returning to his cultivation chamber, where he sat cross-legged, brooding with resentment.

Xu Xian took a deep breath of the winds off the Qiantang River. His deep eyes gazed into the heavens, as if to take in all the rivers and mountains, to peer through ten thousand years of time. At last, a flash of light caught his eye, and he turned to see Bai Suzhen, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, gazing at him.

“Your Majesty, since this is the will of the human heir, the demon clans generally refer to him as Xisa in their tongue. Only the royal tribes need not adhere strictly to such distinctions.” As she finished, pride shone on her gorgeous face, proud to be a member of the royal tribe herself.