Chapter 47: Refusing to Be a Parasitic Flower

Jiang Jiuyue was a master of acting; within just a few words, tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked utterly aggrieved.

“If my presence offends the general, then I shall withdraw at once,” she said.

The crowd around them buzzed with whispers, all accusing Shen Ahuai of using the Empress’s favor to bully Jiang Jiuyue.

“But so many people enjoy what I make...”

Zhao Hechen was furious as well. Right now, only a few ancient elders were holding up the Zhao family—if not for them, the family would have already fallen. Yet the very culprit dared threaten him now.

“What’s the point of saying all this?” Zhou Yang could not understand Li Gang’s behavior. He knew, of course, that Li Gang was a defeated subordinate of his, and a fierce enemy intolerant of evil.

Suddenly, a faint exclamation echoed from the sky, and Ling Qian, as if stared down by a venomous serpent, felt the power and intent within his body freeze, ceasing to flow.

On the screen, Gu Bai smiled faintly and nodded. “As you wish, my princess.” With that, the holographic image vanished abruptly.

At these words, the hall fell into a sudden chill; the gazes of the Underworld Lord and his companions all shifted to Xing Luo.

Yet the Grand Elder had once held his own arm before him in warning, and now that same arm lay at his feet. Li Feng was filled with regret—regret that he hadn’t left sooner.

Kratos, for all his immense power, was still forced to flee in panic before his enemies. This harsh reality only deepened Lyctans’ burning desire for strength; he longed to become even mightier, like Kratos himself.

“What connection do I have with her? Sooner or later, I’ll leave. I can’t be her driver for life!” Xu Yiming said.

But what none of them knew was that, in a very secret place, Qianshen’s true self wore a slight, knowing smile.

It was said among the nobility of Chang’an that the powerful families all intermarried, their kinship ties so intricate that anyone could claim some relation.

Chaos reigned behind them; Lu Changming and Luoyang, moving with absolute speed, drove back most of the demon army.

By joining the Lin family, one could not only gain its protection, but also its cultivation and training.

Shi Junze accepted the luminous pearl, clearly satisfied. After all, there was only one—and it had been given to him, not Qianchi.

“What sorcery did you use?” the young master shouted at Qin Feng, his eyes brimming with unwillingness.

One could only hear Song Jieyou mention her on occasion—she was gentle, always smiling, never angry, and treated her servants with utmost kindness.

Everyone gripped their knives, but none dared step forward to face Mu Ze. They could only watch as one companion after another fell.

“Gambling?” Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, both amused and exasperated. He could already picture Xu Qingyun and Li Qingquan swaggering through the restaurant. He just wondered how much the two would profit from this venture.

Shi Shuo watched as Han Min wiped away his cold sweat again and again, his legs still trembling—he was clearly terrified.

These days, he was overwhelmed with work: not only did he have to fulfill the team’s assigned tasks, but he also had to survey the ruins alone, wishing he could split his time in two.

Dari was anxious as well; he could hardly believe how stubborn Haig was, unable to adapt in the face of trouble.

“I’m exhausted. Damn it, don’t they post any sentries? There’s not a sound—too strange,” Wang Peng muttered.

They must bring back the living or the dead—Syd remembered Prince Elai’s command. From the look of things, there was no way to take her alive. Syd drew the Silvermoon Bow to its limit, aiming at Princess Nian.

At that time, the value of the thought-force in the white smoke script was far from a hundred percent; if he absorbed the resentment from the Golden Staff, it would surely boost his power greatly.

Elsewhere, Mo Fan readied himself for the second heavenly tribulation, his face calm and untroubled. His gaze flicked, fixing on Zhao Wanxian.