Chapter Ninety-Six: Nothing More Than a Performance

Pei Jin, following close behind Xu Yunzhuo, caught her in time with quick hands. “Are you all right?”

Yan Feixing wiped the rain from his face, looking rueful. “It’s all our fault for going too deep. I never expected us to run into a corpse. It looks as though it’s been dead for quite some time. If nothing unexpected happens, the police will be coming up the mountain tomorrow to inspect the body.”

Xu Yunzhuo steadied herself, gently shaking off Pei Jin’s support. She glanced at him and said in a low voice, “Thank you.”

Lin Yuan glanced at the two of them.

“Our elders are talking here. The children sitting beside us can hardly join in, so why not let them go out and play for a while on their own?” After Yu Rongyuan said this, Mo Xiao suddenly looked up.

Lin Muchen, being unusually perceptive, hurried to Madam Mo’s other side. Seeing that his sister had been absentminded all this time, he figured there must be some connection to the Mo family. Since they had happened to meet today, it could be counted as a kind of fate.

Looking at the three of them fleeing in three different directions, and already having escaped so far, Shangguan Ziyu knew he no longer had any way to kill them.

He dared not take such a risk lightly. Unless, one day, the Ninth Princess truly managed to obtain a poison that killed on contact. At worst, he would perish together with Xiao Beiye, that remnant, and preserve the loyal name he had earned in this life.

Compared with Chu Linsheng, the difference was as great as that between a bear and a man; they could hardly even be compared.

When the old man heard Jin Hao say this, he said nothing. He simply vanished and left. He would only help Jin Hao once; unless Jin Hao became the sect master of the Gengjin Sect, he would help him again.

Suddenly realizing something, Beiming Yi felt his heart tighten, and her delicate brows furrowed deeply as well. “Impossible. How could it be him?” As though struck a heavy blow, she muttered in disbelief.

“There’s a seal from General Yu on it. It’s a letter from the army.” Zijing handed the letter to Jiang Wan.

“No.” Zijing shook out her wrist; the place where he had gripped it had turned red.

Especially after he issued an imperial decree marrying He Muwan to Beiming Chen, Beiming Yan’s mood grew even worse. From the day He Muwan left in marriage onward, he never smiled in private again.

A fierce blaze of purple-gold fire radiated from its body as it followed behind Qin Yun at an unhurried pace, but after walking only a short while, the Purple-Gold Profound Fire Qilin Beast grew tense.

Of the one billion humans, fewer than five hundred million remained now. Zheng Cheng did not much mind such heavy losses, because these were the upper ranks of the human race, tacitly permitted in private.

“You are the sect master of Tianling Sect. At first I still held out hope, but you’ve only disappointed me. So this so-called Heavenly Ranking expert amounts to nothing after all!” Chen Long said with a dismissive wave.

“I’ll take the photo for you. I won’t go over.” Chuyang felt there was nothing worth photographing with Ling Jianren anyway.

The Dragon King snuffed out the cigarette he had only taken two drags from and ground it out hard, his thick brows locked tight, his heart full of conflict and struggle.

The disappearance of that passage spanning dimensions prevented the Will people’s reinforcements from catching up, and their forces were split between two worlds.

Qin Yun’s attack concentrated nearly all his power on Su Wei, whose cultivation was relatively weaker.

As soon as the words were spoken, two icy gazes shot toward him, making him shiver. He thought desperately, Brother Ye, save me. I was the one who stepped in to smooth things over for you. Don’t let that little demon queen vent her anger on me.

Although the super divine beast Qianlong was not especially strong in combat, Qianlong was still an extraordinarily formidable being. It possessed speed divine powers, eye divine powers, concealment divine powers, and even powers similar to the Hand of Space. That was precisely why Qianlong was not particularly powerful in battle.

“If we just go in directly, wouldn’t that do? Why make it so troublesome?” Hou said in displeasure.

Lu Cangyong’s way of doing things was despised by others, but in Pei Yu’s eyes it was the act of a true wise man. If one wanted to rise above the crowd, one had to know how to use tactics.