Chapter 56: Taking It Further

She glanced back with a smile, enchanting in a hundred ways.

As she lay in Qin Xiao’s embrace, Yang Guifei suddenly turned her head and smiled radiantly.

“When you were born, I was already here; I married you, but you had not yet taken a wife,”

“You understand my heart, but I cannot enter your life.”

With these words, Yang Guifei nestled into Qin Xiao’s arms.

Goodness!

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Yuan Shao continued speaking, then left the command tent. Everyone else dispersed as well, though it seemed they all hung their heads, quietly discussing something.

Next, the focus was on mobilizing troops, gathering resources, and launching an attack on one of the two continents closest to the Suodou Star Continent—Hanhai Province.

Seeing Yun Hao’s expression, Chu Yan and Zhao Shishi knew that Yun Hao must truly be angry this time. Just as Zhao Shishi was about to say something to ease the tension between Chu Yan and Yun Hao, Chu Yan let out a cold snort.

Celestial beings like Fairy Qinghe, who had ascended to the rank of Heavenly Immortal, had long since mastered the arts of flight and swift movement. Traversing the thousand-meter heights of the Trial Peak was but a matter of moments for them. Yet, Fairy Qinghe, to accommodate Ye Xiu, a mere mortal, chose to humble herself and “walk” instead.

Trying to infiltrate their ranks by working from within seemed impossible now. But what if the Wuhuan people brought us in themselves?

Malong remained kneeling, not yet rising, while the two elders looked on in astonishment. Ye Yun was their son—when had he acquired an elder brother? How could this child, claiming to be a brother, apologize in such a way?

“Well… Madam Yang’s illness is rather peculiar. It resembles poisoning, but we can’t pinpoint any evidence. I have treated thousands upon thousands of patients, yet I have never encountered a condition such as Madam Yang’s,” Doctor Qi replied, hesitant and uncertain.

Still not ruthless enough—Zhang Tiansheng’s heart was in turmoil. After all, in the apocalypse, no choice is perfect. This was not an age of light and beauty; one wrong move could spell eternal damnation.

“A bodyguard? Someone important?” Just as this thought flashed by, several people escorted a man in his fifties into the room.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Zhao Shishi shouted, seeing Yun Hao in such a state.

The Martial Arts Association rarely made large-scale moves. Even the slightest redeployment required the president’s approval. Without rules, there is only chaos.

Who says men only sweat and bleed, never shed tears? They simply have not yet reached the moment that stirs their hearts.

“Woof! Delightful!” At this moment, Black Emperor was utterly content, his bare tail wagging of its own accord. Since leaving Purple Mountain, this was the first time he felt so pleased; he’d finally had his revenge on the old monkey.

Upon hearing this and noticing the man’s distinguished attire, Huahua realized that someone of his standing would not deceive someone like her.

Shen Tiandong hurried to explain, “This is the money I earned last month; I didn’t do anything illegal.”

Su Yalan, bereft of her child, could do nothing but cry out her child’s name helplessly, unable to take any other action.

Seeing Su Nianyun captivated by his smile, he knew his ploy was about to succeed—only for this fellow to barge in at the critical moment, ruining everything.

After her awkward laugh, Mrs. Wu noticed the atmosphere still hadn’t warmed up. She abandoned any attempt to get close to Lin Wantang, straightened her already neat clothes, and finally spoke.

We entered the second floor. Its layout was extremely simple, almost nonexistent—no doors, just a massive vat-like object suspended in the middle by iron chains, its purpose unknown.

Those afflicted by the curse could summon the phantom of the Demonic Tomb even where sunlight never reached, freely controlling the monsters within. These controlled creatures bore the same curse and could inflict it on others.