Chapter 59: Returning After Losing One’s Way

Within the imperial prison, Qin Xiao was drenched in blood, now dried into brown scabs. He could no longer distinguish whether it was his own or someone else’s. Of the ten imperial guards, only one remained, a ghastly wound across his back exposing the bone beneath. Qin Xiao’s gaze was icy as he gripped his blade, stepping before Li Changshu.

“Is there anything you wish to say?”

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Biting his lower lip, he made a monumental decision in his heart. Taking a deep breath, he removed his outer robe, lay down on the bed, and pulled Su Yuniang into his arms.

Though mother and child narrowly escaped the hidden arrow, they could not avoid the blatant plunder that followed. In this shadowed palace, how many truly knew the secrets within? Likely, those who did had already met their end at the bottom of a dry well.

The two waited in silence, the gentle warmth spreading quietly around them, enveloping them in serenity. From a distance, although their backs did not appear particularly close, the atmosphere between them was harmonious—romantic and beautiful, like a silent film.

Father Ding sat in the living room on an old-fashioned, intricately carved rosewood chair, his face dark as though suppressing his fury.

“You have no mother; your godfather and godmother have only you as their son. Where did this so-called sister come from?” Heng Xi had long held back his words, but now that the matter involved his godmother, how could he not demand the truth?

Bei Yeluo glanced over with disdain, thinking to himself how spiders always liked to hide things in their bellies.

Xuemeng, without hesitation, struck toward Chasing Phoenix. Her spiritual power, luminous as water and as sharp as icicles, was about to freeze her target when a scorching blaze from the other side knocked it to the ground.

Such thoughts gradually soothed her sense of loss, but as soon as her mind was empty, the terror from moments before crept back in. The eerie hissing still echoed faintly in her ears. Unable to endure the torment, she left the cave, intent on strolling along the beach’s edge.

Cao Meichang’s drowsiness vanished completely. She asked, “What?” but her eyes, bright as lightbulbs, remained fixed on Shu Sui.

Ye Xiaomei stared blankly at the man before her, incredulous. Though she had initiated the divorce, she hadn’t expected him to agree. Why, then, did he return now to stir the strings of her heart?

By rights, even if fate had allowed him to attain the Divine Soul stage, in everyone’s eyes, he was the least likely among all thirty-two core disciples to achieve the Golden Elixir.

The golden beast’s attributes were already impressive, but it was, after all, only of human grade. How could it compare to the holy-level, three-star steed before him?

At this point, Xue Bing abruptly recalled that Zhao Yun had served for several years as a commander under the renowned cavalryman Gongsun Zan. Naturally, his knowledge of cavalry was profound.

In Shen Yi’s off-campus apartment, Lan Huan and the others happily enjoyed a fruit salad platter that Mei Le had prepared for everyone.

Meanwhile, the vampire sword dancer had recovered some vitality, raised his sword, and rejoined the fray. Outnumbered two to one, I was suddenly beset on all sides, struggling desperately. Were it not for my own formidable defenses and the limited power of their weapons, I would have been a corpse already.

“Hmph!” Xiao Manxuan snorted, turning away from him, but Lin Tian’s keen eyes caught the faint, delighted smile at the corner of her lips.

Lei Hao bellowed as his black blade struck down. With a thunderous crash, it landed on the round shield, shattering it instantly. The tremendous force blasted Old Wan backward, sending him flying.

He stood motionless, bathed in moonlight. Lin Shiyu’s skin, pure as snow, seemed almost translucent and flawless, enhancing her breathtaking beauty. From afar, he felt an inexplicable reluctance to approach.