Chapter 53: The Young Sect Leader

How utterly humiliating! The man before them was unbearably arrogant, so much so that nearly every martial master present wanted to cut Ye Cheng to pieces. A renowned orthodox sect, passed down through countless generations, was now to be governed by a man from the demonic path! Unthinkable! Yet, Peng Dingtian paid no heed to the voices of dissent rippling through the crowd. As the second-in-command of the organization...

Zhou Xiaoyi immediately rose, adopting the posture of a respectful farewell. Shi Xiaofeng was somewhat repulsed by her overt sycophancy. After a night of heart-stopping turmoil, the eastern sky had begun to pale. Gu Nianxi lay on her bed, eyes closed, quietly recuperating, though she hadn’t truly slept.

Help me, I’ll help you—a ceaseless throng. Jiang Ningning’s mother, usually so dignified, seemed to have lost all her airs, now conversing amiably with Ye Zhen’s mother.

“This time, I’m certain I’ll win!” declared the man, striking a battle-ready pose. It appeared convincing enough, but to my eyes, he was utterly defenseless.

Su Jun gazed at the green ring, sensing its ethereal emptiness. Though she had no idea what lay within, her intuition warned her that entering it would mean she could never return.

“What?” The other four elders exclaimed in near-unison, then exchanged glances, as if this realization had caught them off guard.

“Alright then! It seems we have nothing left to say!” Su Jun echoed Felicia’s gesture, mimicking her tone.

“She harmed you, and you still want to save her? Though I never said you couldn’t be saved—I just meant your curse can’t be lifted, but it can be sealed.” The old woman, perhaps moved by Ye Zhen’s feelings, had come to a sudden understanding. After all, to wish to rescue someone who had wronged you was truly extraordinary.

Her uncle was caught unawares and fell backward, staring at the sky. Of course, even had he been fully alert, he could not have dodged that punch.

The sentinel led the five, who followed closely behind, while not far in their wake, a whole platoon marched.

Just as they reached the roadside, Rui Rui was cradling a leather ball. Yet, as she walked, she failed to hold it steady—the ball rolled away. The servant rushed to fetch it, while Li Jiazheng’s wheelchair paused at the curb.

“Just rest on my bed for a while. I’ll prepare some food—when it’s ready, I’ll wake you to eat,” Yun Lei said, helping Ye Kai to her bedside.

She watched the direction in which Xing Weidong’s car disappeared, leaning her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

Lin Yuan naturally instructed for an invitation to be sent to Ruan Lingyin. Upon hearing that Lady Dongping had personally arrived at the Marquis of Rong’s residence, Ruan Lingyin only visited Lin Yuan, feeling a surge of indignation.

Lin Yuan gestured for silence; in the darkness, she heard the sobbing of Nan Yu and felt a deep sorrow.

Dongfang Tianxiang, upon hearing Murong Fei Si’s reply, nearly burst out laughing—she had been waiting for that very answer, as though fate itself was lending her a hand.

Gao Jiansong was King Jian’s man; for King Jian to allow the Li father and son to control the northern frontier, he must have trusted that Li Xu would stand with him.

Song Chengxuan said, “But that is all I can do. Only when Lady Xu revealed you had been force-fed a poisonous pill that night, and that the Marquis was forced to bow to the former emperor for the sake of his family and subordinates, did I truly understand my feelings.”

From that day on, the children of the Qu family never spoke of their home; no one could pry any information from their lips.

The words struck like thunder, and all the cultivators immediately summoned their powers, sending streams of energy converging toward Fang Dang.

By the time Xiao Yao and Li Xiaoxiao arrived at the Ha Li Pharmaceutical Factory, two fire trucks had already begun firefighting.

“Is there anything else?” Fang Dang asked. He felt stripped bare, unable to imagine what more the other party could know about his world.