Chapter 46: Finding Fault

Watching Manman hiding in Shen Jin’s arms, Jiang Jiuyue was furious, but she showed no excess emotion in Shen Jin’s presence.

She smiled and reached out, intending to pinch Manman’s cheek.

“You really are so adorable. Come, let sister give you a little pinch.”

Manman instinctively tried to dodge, but unfortunately Jiang Jiuyue’s slender fingernail grazed her face.

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“That’s only because Her Majesty is kind and indulges my mischief. In front of other noble ladies, I wouldn’t dare be so bold!” Bai Muqin smiled, his eyes squinting with amusement.

He seemed like a machine, deeply immersed in his hatred, simply because he loved Jing Rong so dearly.

Zhang Lan didn’t look up as she responded, “Thank you!” Noticing the person before her stayed silent, she felt odd and raised her head, only to be stunned: it was Wu Gang. She belatedly realized that Principal Ma really might not be able to hold things together anymore. After all, someone had come down from the municipal committee.

The burly man also spotted Yun Ying and walked over. As he approached, he looked Yun Ying up and down with curiosity.

Gong Yixuan snorted coldly, “Those two are indeed my children. Do you have anything more to say?” He fixed his gaze on Shen Yao Xi.

“This was brought in for Qingming. He loves water—clear and pure,” Zhang Lan said with heartfelt emotion. She had already forged deep bonds with her beloved’s family, and her words carried warmth.

Shen Yao Xi was frightened by her fierce appearance, frozen and unable to speak. She hoped Qin Mingzhu would become angry—so furious she’d lose her senses, for only then would she attack Fu Yun Xi.

On this day, spring light was dazzling, the sky clear and bright; it seemed as if the air itself was filled with sweet fragrance. The spring mood was strong and abundant.

The person said nothing, just waved a hand, and pulled a cloth from his chest to cover his face.

After some time, once he ascended to the immortal realm, he feared he would no longer be able to complete the task entrusted by the sect’s ancestor.

But in the next moment, the scene abruptly shifted. The second king, who had been chased and beaten, could no longer endure the abuse, and suddenly turned on the Monkey King, baring his teeth and launching a counterattack.

On this ruined land, the Steward Hall was the most powerful organization within the Underworld Division. Virtually no one dared to challenge them. Especially among human cultivators, so far, none had ever sought their own destruction.

In the bathroom, Su Qinghan had wanted to undress herself, but with one hand incapacitated, she struggled, left with only one usable hand to remove her clothes.

The Demon Lord Yuanyang’s anguished expression suddenly froze; the pupils in his blood-red eyes dissolved, but a barely perceptible curve rose at the corner of his lips. His body slumped and he died on the spot.

Under the command of the old native, the enemies’ corpses were pushed into the bottomless volcanic crater. As he put it, let the volcano god purify the souls of these demons.

Putting down his phone, Zhang Yang’s lips suddenly curled into a smile—ambiguous, half mocking himself, half disdainful… making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Amid deafening explosions, Chen Xiong, the elder of the Steward Hall, was utterly reduced to ashes, vanishing before everyone’s eyes.

The surging sword intent shattered Shiva’s aura, rendering his meridians and flesh unable to reconnect for some time.

Guan Jinlin had once considered using the passage to escape, though only as a last resort.

But when Chen Xiangzhi removed his jacket, the aura he revealed was striking. To those versed in art, his physique was the most eye-catching kind—the bones prominent, every muscle seemingly embedded in his frame, hinting at terrifying strength.

The Slaughter Yama Sword compromised, gathering all its power and crouching by the door to listen.