Volume 1, Chapter 32: There Is No Going Back for Them

"Have you done something you're ashamed of?" Huo Shixu glanced toward the pitch-black area ahead. "Don't tell me you're having an affair with some wild man?"

This remark infuriated Song Nanyi. She retorted without ceremony, "Adultery is the specialty of the Huo family; don't assume everyone is just like you."

Song Nanyi turned and headed back to the main hall. The guests at the banquet were in high spirits, especially Huo Mingda, whose cheeks were flushed with alcohol, his legs wobbling unsteadily. Sun Aiyun stepped in at the perfect moment to steady him, purring, "You're not young anymore; you should take care of your health and drink a little less." On the surface, Sun Aiyun was respectful, loving, and obedient toward Huo Mingda...

"If it truly is your brother behind this, watch out—the people from the Wizardry Institute might capture him and use him for..." The man trailed off.

"If you won't lift the covers and take a good look at me, how will you know which part of me is the most beautiful?" Liu Hui insisted that Wei Jianye name a few things, but it was merely a ploy to make him reveal the big surprise she had prepared for him, hoping to ignite his passion.

Why? Why must Heaven treat me this way? Was the humiliation before not enough? Must I relive those unbearable memories at such a critical moment? Why? What should I do? What can I do? Is there anyone who can save me?

He hurried, drawing a magical formation on the ground that exuded a faint, evil aura, then tossed the Duke's corpse into the center, making his final preparations.

Before they could return to call for help, Yu Sheng had already stepped out. The giant had a booming voice, and he had heard them clearly from the backyard.

"Heat?" Baozi's father couldn't quite wrap his head around the term, as the townspeople usually referred to the mating cycles of dogs and cats as "going into heat."

Dong Jin came to call her brother, her foreign sister-in-law, and Elena for breakfast. She also invited Su Junhua to join them.

Cinderella was very obedient, her lips moving incessantly, but her pretty face grew paler and paler; clearly, it was a great drain on her.

"Let's go down and take a look." After speaking, the Emperor descended, landing amidst the wreckage of the murder scene.

Ning Xue reached out and rested her hand gently on Ning Yue's shoulder. The icy touch made her body shiver, but as their skin made contact and rubbed slowly together, it gradually grew warm.

The attitudes of her parents and family were all very strange, yet they unanimously ignored her explanations.

Zhang Xian, a man of meticulous mind, listened to the sequence of events described by Ma Xuanfeng and concluded that Hong Lie was definitely not the killer. Wang Tianlei had appeared throughout the incident; he must be connected to it.

Meanwhile, a group of cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage from the Golden Wind Sect were rushing up the mountain. Led by four cultivators at the Soul Formation stage and commanded by Gao Yang, they were preparing to leap through the air and charge up Dew Mountain.

The Southern Territory had never been stable, so when the City Lord issued an order to evacuate, the commoners cooperated fully. However, the old, established powers and families rooted in the Southern Territory opposed it.

Leng Yue's shyness and attempt to escape made Feng Qiye freeze, but he would not let her doubt him. As he lay down on his side, his large hand pulled Leng Yue onto the soft couch.

In her mind, the sharp, painful memories she dared not look back upon surfaced, one by one—so clear, so inescapable, replaying themselves.

She could imagine that Feng Qiye and the Empress were like fire and water; she knew this from the struggles between Feng Yihan and Feng Qiye. As for the Empress telling her to "consider things clearly," it was likely a warning that as the consort of the Evil King, she must stand on his side. Yet, if she considered Feng Qiye's interests, she would inevitably have to defy the Imperial Decree.

The castle where Yuma lived was hidden within this mountain forest, protected by a magical barrier, making it impossible for ordinary people to find.

Tian'er was crying so hard he couldn't speak, desperately clinging to his mother's clothes. He couldn't go on if he lost her. But the two villains lifted his mother, threw her over their shoulders, and kicked Tian'er in the stomach, leaving him collapsed and unable to rise in agony.

To Zhou Dao's surprise, although the man was injured, he was holding his own against two opponents. It was a pity his wounds were too severe; eventually, he began to falter. Zhou Dao even suspected the man hadn't been injured by these two from White Cloud City at all.

This place was nothing more than a quiet spot by a forest outside the Imperial Capital, yet the coffin drifted until it became wedged by the riverbank, motionless.

However, while his plans were sound, he never expected that among the Red pieces he controlled, there would be a top-tier NPC like Li Shan. As a powerhouse, Li Shan had lost his nerve before the battle even began, and he had even leaked the plan to Wu Jie in advance.

"I don't particularly care for it," Yang Meishan said, turning around. The living room was resplendent and sparkling; the Bai family knew how to enjoy life better than the Yangs.

"Heh heh, that's him. I reckon he'll be up here in a moment," Laipi'er replied smugly, showing no awareness of his role as a subordinate.

The two greatest powers in Zhuma City had been wiped out by Zhou Dao, especially the Golden Spear Villa, which Zhou Dao had destroyed in front of everyone. Now, everyone knew who the future master of Zhuma City would be.

The setting sun was about to dip below the horizon, and the crimson glow in the sky had faded to a pale red. The sky turned from a cyan-blue to a duck-egg green, and a quiet twilight began to creep toward the camp from all directions.

"…In other words, this problem cannot be solved in the short term?" Li Qi asked after a moment of hesitation.

"What? You are not a Golden Core stage martial artist!" Sensing the power in the palm print, the Poison God's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly gathered all his strength, trying to shatter the giant palm print above his head.

Turning to look at Claire, Alan pondered how to bring it up. Ever since he hit a wall regarding the Godhead and the Laws of the Blood Realm, he had wanted to consult her, but due to some unspeakable factors, he had dragged it out until now.

The doctor had told him she would wake up in about three days, but he hadn't expected her to open her eyes on only the third day.

After hearing Jian Chifeng's refusal, Jian Zhongyong lowered his head. After a long silence, he let out a low, regretful sigh: "Chifeng, why is it that even you don't understand me? Why!" Suddenly, Jian Zhongyong made his right hand into a fist, gathered a mass of crimson light, and struck violently at Jian Chifeng's waist.

From Cao Cao's expression, Han Feng could tell that his flattery had been fully accepted. Indeed, flattery never fails; his sycophancy had truly worked this time. Especially since Cao Cao had praised him, it showed that he had successfully captured the man's attention.

Although he couldn't be certain if his guess was correct, it was at least plausible.

Having dual spiritual roots was a great talent, and one of them was the mutated Lightning Root, which possessed the strongest offensive power among all roots—he was truly a genius.