090 The Cunning Ning Qian

Purple Butterfly was the most outstanding disciple of this generation in Purple Butterfly Valley, deeply cherished by both Valley Masters, who even personally bestowed upon her the name “Purple Butterfly,” making her namesake to the valley itself.

Apart from us sisters, she paid no heed to anyone else; yet this time, she unexpectedly accepted your younger brother’s request and consented to the marriage you arranged for him—albeit only in the name of Ning Buchen. Even so, I was greatly surprised.

I had not expected Lü Li to bring up this matter either. Zuo Na berated herself in silence—how could she have forgotten to remind Lü Li to keep this secret? Now, whatever she said was already too late.

Lin Ji’s brows knitted ever so slightly, his eyes opening fully at last. He turned his head to look at Lü Li.

It could now be confirmed: these aberrant insect mutants had all been transported here through this teleportation array.

Ji Tian’s chilling laughter echoed from the bedroom, traveling far enough to send chills down the spines of the maids and servants outside. In whispers, they discussed it amongst themselves.

Ji Tian smiled wryly. He had meant to say that Qing Yun Ge and the others were not his friends, but seeing her so miserable, he simply sighed and said nothing, picking her up into his arms. He turned to Wu Ming.

The vice president pondered, then replied after a moment, “It seems before getting off the ambulance, he spoke with the others onboard; it was only after that he fell completely unconscious.”

Zuo Na’s expression faded. She gazed blankly at Song Yan, who still wore sunglasses in the dim train carriage, and suddenly no longer felt that desperate urge to meet his gaze.

As soon as they stepped down from the teleportation array, Mu Jiu gripped Li Zhi’s hand and wouldn’t let go, as if shy around strangers.

They could sense Li Tianyi’s recognition of their efforts. It made all their sacrifices feel worthwhile.

Yi Feng paid no mind to the mockery and jeers. Even if he was but a toad, he had already tasted the swan’s flesh.

Sometimes words are a game of truth and falsehood—if you can frighten someone, so be it; if not, there’s nothing to be done. After all, words alone bear no responsibility.

Previously, it was recounted how Liu Xuande, upon hearing Liu Biao’s order relayed from Shangyong by Shen Dan, was overwhelmed with grief and wept before his entire army. At that moment, Sun Qian and the others had finally found Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei. In his sorrow, Xuande could think of nothing else and ordered Jia Xu to escort him into Wancheng.

Chai Hua pulled out a newspaper and began reading with great focus, looking every bit the learned scholar.

“Demon Lotus Saint-Slaughter Formation: all nine lotuses bloom, even saints can be slain!” An imposing voice rang out in Yi Feng’s mind.

In truth, what he had encountered was Yi Tian’s residual soul, which vanished after sealing the Gate of Ghostly Divinity.

“Uh...” Ye Meng nervously wiped the sweat from his brow; he understood what Yi Tian meant.

Even with current ‘gene fusions’, success was far from certain—just look at Zhao Sihai, who only succeeded by sheer luck. Out of ten humans attempting to fuse with alien genes, at least eight would die; the success rate was no more than twenty percent.

Now, hearing Ouyang Jun’s near-mad outburst, everyone turned their eyes to the Ouyang family with a strange look.

Yang Wu seemed to agree with Murong Ping’s words, but raised a crucial question. Logically, the Northern Command was full of talent; how could such a foolish step be taken? Surely there was some hidden strategy or scheme at play.

And that was not all. Next, the Hellfire Lava Giant unleashed “Meteor Descent,” following up “Meteor Firestorm” to expand its attack range even more.

Jedo had read about Von Braun in travel magazines and knew well what a bustling metropolis it was.

After bringing all his pets up to level 400, Haotian finally embarked on his grand leveling quest. He put away eight pets, keeping only Lucky, and stepped into the seventh layer of the Hellish Demon Cavern, making his way to the eighth layer, where level 550 monsters spawned.

“Bang!” With a raise of the hand, the powerful arquebus “Sera·Jiong” thundered like an angry god, spitting fire as it sent a bullet flying, instantly felling the massive wild beast.

Not understanding, Shan Yi asked no further. As long as the hawk could be trained, what did the rest matter?

Li Chaofan laughed—a bright and genuine laugh—because he’d found that old rogue feeling he used to have. As the saying goes, “the barefoot fear not the shod.” Now, Li Chaofan was like a barefoot immortal; why should he fear you, a leather-shoed official?

Hokkaido is famous throughout Japan for its seafood and hot springs, and its mountains and forests are abundant. From the manor at the foot of the mountain, steam rose continuously from the stream. It turned out the hot springs had been channeled right into the estate.

Indeed, the reason these people labeled Shaohao Qi and himself as demons and openly declared their intention to capture or kill them alive was because someone was manipulating matters from behind the scenes—the true blame lay not with them. Yet, driven by greed for the generous bounty, they acted as they did.

“Heihei, well then, we’ll be off now. If anything happens, remember to call us—we’ll come at once,” Old Zhao said to Black Eight.

Lin Chong’s dejection escaped the notice of Fujiya and Meng; otherwise, they would have fumed. There they were, fighting for their lives at the front, while he not only offered no help, but even made snide remarks. Was this really the Lin Chong who once feared neither heaven nor earth?

Earlier, she had emerged from the Illusion Sound Bell—could she be the very spirit that dwelled within it?

The two of them pushed their cart home on foot. As soon as they arrived, they heard the sound of an argument between Guan Yunshan and Lu Xine.

The old man showed no reaction upon hearing the address, but that didn’t mean the middle-aged man felt nothing.

No one had ever given her dozens of taels of silver for no reason. This pale, lame man was surely an oddity.

He had expected the Wuheng cavalry to charge through like a hot knife through butter, but in the very first clash, they suffered heavy losses—the vanguard was all but wiped out.

This startled everyone, who cried out in alarm and instinctively sought cover. Before they had even hidden, another crash sounded.

On March 11th, Zhu Rui boarded a plane for S City alone, determined to meet that legendary man, Huang Yan.