Chapter 31

The two of them huddled tightly together, beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads. Their ears, alert as a rabbit’s, strained to catch any movement from within the coffin. It was deathly quiet; they could hear nothing but the sound of each other's heartbeats.

The Thunder Beast, refusing to be outdone, straightened its body, broke free from Chen Yun’s restraining arm, and landed on a stone stool. It narrowed its eyes into slits, watching him intently.

Leaving them for a moment, we turn to Crown Prince Li Chengqian, who was keeping vigil before his mother’s spirit tablet alongside the other princes. The death of the relative he relied on most had dealt him a crushing blow, leaving him dispirited, hopeless, and adrift in a state of profound confusion.

Tang Yun, deep in thought, began contacting Bao Fei through a private channel. He trusted that with the speed and anti-radar capabilities of the "Shadow Warrior" mecha, getting himself and Du Feng to safety would be no issue should the situation take a turn for the worse.

Fishbone had not returned empty-handed; he brought a new friend with him—Emon, a sturdy middle-aged man from the indigenous village.

Sure enough, the tide of battle shifted in an instant. No sooner had Su Dingfang finished speaking than the air was filled with deafening cries of slaughter.

I have always treated my external avatar as a mere appendage, and he has certainly played the part. He rarely expresses his own ideas in my presence, always following in my footsteps like a shadow.

"I will keep vigil for Master Chen tonight to see him off on his final journey. It is easy for mortals to encounter restless spirits on the night of the soul's return, which can harm your vitality. You all should go." Long Yu waved his hand. Understanding the custom, the others dispersed, leaving only Master Long Yu and Lan Zichen in the mourning hall.

Yet, Miyako’s upper body continued to float in the air as if nothing had happened. The next moment, the scene shifted again; Angel vanished, and the ocean backdrop transformed into a dark, gloomy castle. At the peak of the tower, I saw a raging magical fireball.

The old man was quite skilled; despite the chaos of war, he had never neglected the ancestral arts.

How did the Master manage to contact her in a place like this—a place so hidden?

"Are you not thinking of anything, or have you simply forgotten my words?" The old man’s voice remained cold.

At this thought, Feng Xue’s hand tightened, shattering a fine teacup. Yun Juan glanced at him; he was never one for words, and seeing this, he remained silent.

"Alright." Chen Feng reached out and pulled her into his arms, ignoring the gazes of those around them, unwilling to let go for a long time.

***

Grandmother Feng turned pale with fright. Although the matriarch held the power of the household, without her, this Duke’s manor would surely be demoted to a mere General’s residence in an instant.

Ying Nan spoke with chilling composure, as if Wei Zi’s death were a mere accident that had no effect on him at all.

Similarly, Xu Jianhua had visited nearly all of his companies, only to be met with cold rejection at every turn.

That approach would fail to achieve the goal of embarrassing her. Fu Qu felt a surge of indignation and wanted to rush over to argue, but just then, the Star Roe in A-Jiu’s arms poked its head out.

"Red Moon, did you hear the shouting outside?" Bai Rou asked casually, her left hand holding a jar of ointment while her right fingers gently applied it to the sores on Bei Xiyue’s face caused by the medication.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jing Yuchen dove into the water. Through the murky depths, he caught a glimpse of two figures embracing in the distance.

Afterward, he had someone track down that old charlatan to find out the true origin of the green thread. In reality, the man didn’t know either; he had simply encountered someone else who had been afflicted by the same thread a few years prior.

"General Mo, please wait." Just as he entered the palace gate, a steady voice rang out from behind.

Moreover, while Fang Mu was sucking the poisoned blood, he faced the risk of being poisoned himself. Yet, even in such a situation, he acted without hesitation, resolute and selfless.

"I will have someone guard your residence, or you can simply come and stay in the palace. It is safer here." Lou Qianjin knew of the grudge between Mo Jiuqing and Dantai Liuying, fearing that Dantai Liuying might seek revenge on Mo Jiuqing because of Jun Yanchen.

Shen Jiayi quietly returned to Jinhuan Palace and lay on her couch to ponder what she had heard today. She did not notice that Qiu Ying, who had retreated, slipped off in a different direction.

"My Lady, what is wrong?" Lan Xin and Xue Xin were accompanying her this time. Seeing Li Shuci suddenly grow tense, Lan Xin was startled and asked hurriedly.

A wave of lingering fear washed over me. Not to mention anything else, if my hand had slipped from the driver’s seat just now, I would have tumbled right out.

Fang Mu was aware of several cases where spies had betrayed their factions, leading to catastrophic consequences.

***

"Let’s go, let’s go eat. No point in babbling with certain people here, it’s bad luck!" Zhang Yuzhen shot a glare at Meng Xiao and Qiqi, then dragged Lin Lang out of the ancestral hall.

Although the fighting that night had drawn intense attention from both the underworld and the authorities, the next day’s newspapers did not mention a single word of it.

Even so, Qingxin did not lose heart. Even if he had to die, he would die fighting right here, because something even more spectacular was to happen later—his plan was set to be executed today.

Seeing this, Mo Yang’s jaw dropped in shock. His heart had been pierced through; how could it still be lively enough to create a rift and escape underground? If the Underworld Pig possessed the ability to burrow, why hadn't it attacked from below earlier?

Liu Chen nodded. Taking stock of such a massive quantity of treasures and materials would certainly take quite some time.

An Mengyao was stunned into silence. Cast aside at her age, how could she still have the face to see anyone? She had no relatives left in her hometown; who could she turn to?

In their rush to have their fortunes told, the students had begun to fight, arguing so heatedly that the entire area erupted into chaos.

Su Xin didn’t dare to speak. She covered her face and crouched in the corner, her head hanging low, a sudden urge to run into the wall and end it all.

Mo Wanli’s consciousness was hazy; she could barely hear the sounds near or far. She didn't even notice the arrow flying straight toward her.

"Useless trash!" The Silver Elephant King’s face darkened, his entire body trembling with rage. After only a few moments, he steeled his expression and let out a long, thunderous roar toward the heavens.