Chapter 30: Entangled in a Labyrinth of Desires

Afterward, Xiao Xuanyin ordered the disposal of Chu Changling's remains.

It was finished.

The crowd dispersed sparsely, heading toward the hunting grounds. A familiar farce had unfolded, yet it concluded with the Crown Prince, wielding thunderous authority, forcing the victim, Miss Jiang, to bow and apologize to the instigator, Fu Jinhua, in a blatant display of "distorting right and wrong." Though they sympathized with Miss Jiang in their hearts, they were so terrified by Xiao Xuanyin’s oppressive aura that they dared not utter a word.

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Jincheng asked, noticing her mind wandering, as if she were longing for some distant place beyond the scene before them.

Their bickering had not yet ceased when a violent boom suddenly erupted from the distant church! The entire ruins of Luozhong Village trembled. Rubble rolled across the ground, as if the very earth were being overturned.

The Immortal-Slaying Saber was the hereditary treasure of the Saber Sect, a primordial artifact that had existed since the sect’s founding. To this day, no one besides the "Wall-Breaker" of the Saber Sect had ever been able to unsheathe it.

In the minds of all legends, it was a historical truth that no King-level powerhouse could ever slay a Legend-level warrior.

"Take back your fiancée!" Blocking Nie Yu, Ji Biyue shoved Ji Chanyue into his arms.

"Fine, let’s paralyze him for now. When the opportunity arises, I’ll slip away..." Staring at the formation, Nie Yu struck out with his palm. As he thrust, his hand grew larger and larger; in the blink of an eye, it was bigger than a millstone.

Huang Bin could have rightfully demanded that Liu Jinguo and San Feng swap bodies—or rather, exchange their spiritual fields.

William Ainfurt, Dali’s younger brother, had perfectly inherited every physical advantage from his parents: broad shoulders, long limbs, and the same golden curls as his mother. He was handsome, with a ruddy complexion and a pair of deep, brilliant cyan eyes.

But this was different for Gareth. She knew this well: Gareth loved Old Dunling, loved it even to the point of obsession. Long ago, she used to tease Gareth about it often.

"Sister Xihua! Sister Xihua, we’re here! We’re here!" Xiyue’s voice was filled with boundless joy. She knew that with Xihua’s arrival, the burden on Wang Caijun would be eased; at the very least, the guards hidden within the grain transport team could finally be put to use.

A madman, no matter how frail he appears on the surface, possesses astonishing strength once his frenzy takes hold. Although Su Mu was quite strong himself, he found himself unable to break free for the moment.

Shen Yuechen knew clearly that the teacup incident was a malicious act by Chun'e, which was why she punished them all—to teach them that just because they had been sent over by the Old Madam, they could not stir up trouble without restraint. Servants were servants; even if they were favored, they could never overstep their masters.

I strained to squeeze out another sentence, asking, "Village Chief Zhang, why are you here, too? What is this place?"

Their eyes remained fixed on her every move, fearful that she might suddenly fly into a frenzy and commit some insolent act that would startle the Eldest Mistress.

"Alright, since you are unwilling to be my aunt..." Dongfang Mingyu said with a pitiful expression, "Then I, Dongfang Mingyu, swear to heaven that I will never acknowledge Wang Yuerong as my aunt!" His face changed, and he spoke with an expression of utter sincerity.

"Shuirou is dead." Uncle Ma’s right arm hung limp, while his left hand gripped the neck of the Russian man. Suffocating, the man had lost all strength and knelt limply before Uncle Ma.

After all, anyone who entered the tower was racing against time to find an exit, especially in the "Tower of Fortune," where things were often unpredictable.

He had already made up his mind to return to the city tomorrow and rent a courtyard for himself; dragging a burlap sack into the city was simply not a proper way to live.