Volume One, Chapter 36: Haunted

Although society is quite open nowadays and relationships are often a matter of mutual consent, a situation involving one man and two women—especially if they are close friends or classmates—can still provoke criticism from some.

The slender, tall middle-aged man felt as if he were adrift in a sea of fists, with waves surging to the heavens, and at any moment he might be swallowed by them.

Once all the shadow serpents had entered the infant’s belly, the sorcerer would finally take the baby home. For the time being, the child would not die immediately—he would only feel pain and cry, because the serpents had corpse oil to feed on for now, and would not yet gnaw on his flesh and blood.

Azhui’s gaze was filled with deep resentment as she said bitterly, “You’ve already stolen my heart—how could I ever leave?”

Wang Yu had no idea that this man had waited downstairs almost half the night. Fortunately, it wasn’t winter; otherwise, enduring the cold for so long would have been no easy feat.

Even reclusive monsters hiding in remote mountains, as well as some secretive old families, began to emerge in the open.

If Lin Feiyang were willing to invest, they could produce some political achievements, and their chances in the election would be all the more secure.

They had long acknowledged Jin Duoduo as a member of the Jin family, so at this moment, hearing the sneering jibes of the collateral relatives, their anger flared uncontrollably.

With this thought, Wen Qingye gripped the Immortal Execution Sword with both hands, slashing forward. In an instant, endless sword light gathered along the blade, followed by a thunderous explosion.

When Guo Cheng’s beard brushed against Liu Chong’s forehead, Lin Feiyang suppressed the urge to rush to the bathroom, shutting his eyes so as not to witness the spectacle.

He had planned to accept defeat this once, help Diayi eliminate Feng Ling, make him fulfill his promise to lift the curse, then slip quietly back to Qingqiu, so that Meixue would never know and it would be as if nothing had happened.

“Wait, prepare some wine and dishes—I want to give Ruoling a proper welcome! Hahaha!” An Qi laughed with a sinister glee.

The white-haired man died never quite understanding how he could have met such a humiliating end, unable to display even a single move before he was killed in an instant.

Moonlight poured through the window onto Chu Qingfei’s face. The sleeping beauty’s exposed delicate skin glowed with a sacred radiance, rendering her untouchable.

“This is a bit awkward. Maybe we shouldn’t go inside? Could you bring the clothes out? Or… how about you come over and have dinner with us?” Bai Yuan suggested.

The gloomy weather and drifting snow outside, along with the desolate atmosphere, were so familiar that it made Haibara shudder faintly.

“You scoundrel! What exactly is going on in that head of yours? I just got here not long ago!” Chen Xijun trembled with anger.

The great formation was nearly self-repaired, and after he had destroyed many evil spirits, the pressure on the formation had eased, allowing it to gradually regain its balance.

Yu Xin glanced at King Wei and saw he was listening intently, which made him quietly smile to himself.

Many students asked those around them in confusion, “What is Binhai University? Why does it sound so unfamiliar?”

What of the princess? If she falls ill and dies, even the emperor can find no evidence. After all, countless people die of illness every year.

In her rage, she grabbed a bolt of fabric and tore at it with all her strength, shredding the soft silk to pieces, then spat twice on the ruined cloth before her anger was finally spent.

“Isn’t that Yanlang? What brings you here?” From afar came He’s cheerful voice, evidently having followed the trail all the way.

“What’s wrong, old man—are you finally scared?” Meng shouted, his eyes blood-red.

She bit her lip hard, fighting back sobs, until a trickle of blood ran from her mouth. Qingming gently wiped it away for her.

In the yard outside the main kitchen, Song Yiwu was chopping firewood bare-chested, sweat pouring down despite the autumn chill. He had clearly been at it for quite some time.

With a single divine artifact, one could roam the world unhindered—but what if there were several? Would that not mean unrivaled freedom?

The duel between the Hell Ghost Knight and the Eight-Headed Serpent had dragged on for five or six minutes, both combatants, including the Hellhound mount, bearing new wounds. The knight’s body was marked with bloody bite marks, and many of the serpent’s scales had been torn away.

Qingming stood with his back to Zhang Lan, his expression hidden. He pointed to Qingwen beside him and said something, making Yun Li burst out laughing. She looked up, glanced sideways, and her eyes met Zhang Lan’s. She seemed startled, but immediately turned away and took Qingming’s arm again.

Xiao Qinghu looked pleadingly at Tang Haodong. “Brother, can’t we just admit defeat?” He’d been worried about losing, but now that he had the chance to marry Ba Hufeng, he almost hoped Tang Haodong would lose instead. Sometimes, human psychology is difficult to predict.

It was only now, when Fan Tingting declared her intention to strike out on her own and offered an olive branch to Huo Mingjie and his nephew, that the assistant realized he must have misunderstood.

Over a decade ago in the Yicai Star Alchemy Hall, everyone had guessed Song Pingzi’s rank—about fifth-class intermediate or lower. Yet now, after all these years, he was taking the sixth-class alchemist exam. Was this arrogance, or had his skills truly advanced by leaps and bounds over the years?