Chapter 41: Ancient Phoenix Bloodline: The Physical Body Has Been Enhanced to 1,000%

Zhang Lei.

His ability was probably the power to distinguish lies.

From beginning to end, he had been the only one speaking with himself, and from that, Di Qiu had drawn this conclusion.

Moreover—

Di Qiu’s gaze settled levelly on the other man’s glasses. Perhaps those glasses were the preliminary trigger for his ability.

Zhang Lei lowered his glasses, rubbed the ridge of his brow, and smiled. “It sounds like quite a perilous ordeal, but the fact that you managed to emerge from such a dangerous situation means that perhaps your second-level ability and your luck…”

Everyone let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly ordered their subordinates to go down and rescue him. The drop was so high, and the current so swift. Though they felt that Qi Yuhan’s chances of survival were slim, every one of them did everything possible to search the waters.

When the two of them saw us all looking their way, they immediately grew flustered. After exchanging a glance, they simultaneously made a gesture, as if they had reached an understanding: if we attacked them, they would fight us to the death.

A remarkably thin layer of pale golden spiritual energy clung to that enormous black fist. Judging by its aura, it came from the same source as Jiang Qingyin’s spiritual energy of the Strength attribute, but it was far more impure than hers.

What Liu Xin said was exactly what I had been thinking. Although I did not know why no one was accompanying Xiangtai and Ze today, there was no way to be certain that someone was not lying in wait outside the flower shop. To be safe, the best course was to sneak Xiangtai and Ze out through the back door.

“What a splendid show!” Meng Yang had noticed the situation long ago as well. He flashed a grin, and a rare trace of mockery rippled across his usually gentle features. He knew that if all the Tongtian Gate members sent to scout the way were killed, the remaining factions would certainly join forces and pressure the City Guard into going ahead of them.

As if I care about you! Luo Zhen was no mind reader, and she could not guess what foolish notion this blockhead had conjured up. She simply fetched the abacus and began checking the account book he had copied. Yet the more she examined it, the more astonished she became. How could this be? How was it possible?

He stepped forward, his eyes burning with rage, and swept his gaze across the great hall. Silence descended at once, and everyone felt a chill run through their hearts.

“Chaotic leaves and drifting flowers dance for an instant; the cuckoo cries blood, heard for a thousand miles; crimson poison passes through the bowels; a song of longing speaks what lies within the heart.” These four lines described the present distribution of the martial world, with each line representing a particular place.

Emperor Lintian’s pupils contracted as he struggled to withstand the assault. The Golden Imperial Sword in his hand had already been completely dyed red with blood.

The reflection of hell in Tang Juyi’s eyes rapidly expanded. At the same time, an ancient and terrifying aura began to descend upon him, then spread through his hand onto that wicked soul.

The outfit itself was perfectly ordinary. The only slightly strange thing was that she was not facing everyone head-on, but presenting herself in profile.

She had behaved with considerable meekness in front of Lin Che, almost making him forget her fiery temperament. Now that the two had come into conflict, her true nature was fully revealed before him.

A shocking surge of Nine Yang True Energy exploded forth, churning like a river in tumult and waves rising across a jade-green sea, causing his flesh to radiate a faint golden glow.

“Ronger, hold the umbrella yourself. I do not need one. I like snow,” Lou Zhan said softly. His voice was somewhat hoarse, and his eyes were slightly unfocused.

This was a very secluded palace within the imperial palace, probably one of the abandoned residences. It had nevertheless been kept quite clean. In the courtyard outside stood a stone table bearing several plates of exquisite dishes and fruit, along with fine wine.

When Bu Mei saw how unfamiliar the contents of the bag were, her eyes gradually reddened. Tears shimmered in them, as though she might burst into tears at any moment, leaving everyone scrambling in panic.

Tang Juyi’s words suddenly brought Ya Wushuang to her senses, and she immediately sank into a tangled crisis of self-doubt.

As she walked out, a song drifted intermittently from inside the café—the very song I had once heard.

“I…” Rong An’s eyes darted about in panic. Just now, she had unknowingly spoken her true thoughts. What was she supposed to do now?