Chapter Thirty-Six: Chen Jingming's "Wager"

Inside the iron cage, Xue An seemed startled, shrinking to one side and curling up into a ball, looking at Yuan Yi with panic, her mouth opening silently in fear. The law of chaos could encompass everything, which also meant… his law of chaos could permeate the body of any cultivator, without the need to worry about any unexpected incidents.

Ma Yong and the others had never seen Da Wei so angry before. Even when they had caused trouble fighting or gotten themselves into other messes, no matter how much trouble they brought him, he had never reacted like this.

“…” Xue Meng took the bundle off her back and handed it to Xiling Jing, still muttering to herself—what did he want to check now?

Qian Qian clenched her hands, fell silent and lowered her head. After a while, she raised it again, already smiling brightly, her eyes shining as she said, “It’s because I caused it, so let me help you heal it.” If possible, she would heal his heart as well, so he would no longer have to numb himself with alcohol to escape his pain.

Drunk and reeling, Qi Ranxi was supported by Zhong Li, who took her to a nearby hotel. She giggled foolishly—she wasn’t left with nothing, after all, she still had a man willing to avenge her. The more she laughed, the heavier her heart grew. It wasn’t long before her giggles turned into sobs.

It was only then she realized why the light was on. Turning around, she saw that cold, terrifying face staring straight at her, expression grim and severe, like an emissary from hell. Her heart raced—she had always known that Xiao Luo was another of his bottom lines. Had she crossed it this time?

“Uncle, you’re here! Truly, I am quite all right, just feeling troubled today, so my sister and I thought to stroll in the garden. But for some reason, these guards refuse to let us in.” Zhai Shan spoke as she shot a glance at the others, then nodded toward a particular flower garden at her side.

The face revealed beneath the mask was startlingly beautiful, with a wickedly charming smile, and conveyed something important. But An Youran, who was staring hungrily at the food in a daze, her soul all but departed, was hardly in a state to receive the message.

Purple City was in the heart of a bustling commercial district, occupying the top floor of a well-established department store. With a private elevator accessible directly from the parking lot, ordinary people couldn’t get in.

“Then why did you say marrying you would be a punishment for me?” Meng Jiangnan seized upon this, refusing to let it go.

What amazed me even more was that last night, was I in this same state when I ran out with Mengmeng? The bigger question was: is the current Mengmeng also in the same state as me?

And this Chen Chen—he was a demonic cultivator of the Bloodslaughter Demon Sect, the very sect he intended to utterly destroy.

“At my peak, I might not have beaten him! However, those few have just resurrected, and it will be some time before they regain their full power. They had already fallen once—though revived, they are now extremely weak,” the End Saint King said in a deep voice.

“That’s no longer your concern, Joseph. Goodbye!” Jocelyn took Lin Yi’s arm and strode away, head held high.

For many, the ending may not be entirely satisfying, but it’s the best one I could imagine.

Tang Yu shook his head gently, smiling as he said, “That is far from enough. The King of Iskand, and Zilang who’s just ascended the throne—what kind of king is he? In the eyes of those who rule other nations, what does he amount to? Do you think anyone takes him seriously?”

He had never seen anyone so beautiful—skin white as snow, eyes bright as spring water, and above all, an elegant and noble bearing that made him feel unworthy of any disrespect.

In the end, Yun Qing still changed into a sterile suit, put on the cap and shoe covers, and followed inside.

In the kitchen, Ling Linglong scrambled to pick up ingredients that had fallen to the floor. As soon as she finished, A Ying walked in.

The next morning, I was still asleep, vaguely aware of someone shaking my shoulder. Lost in a sweet dream, I grumpily muttered, turned over, and tried to keep sleeping.

Su Ci secretly peeked at the person on the top bunk. The other had her hand over her face, lying on her side, and didn’t even look when the notification sounded.

Though his words were not entirely affirmative, the crowd burst into whispers, half-believing, half-doubting. Some still suspected Su Ci; others were undecided.

Guan Qingzhu breaking through to the peak of the Grand Completion stage had undoubtedly become the most discussed event on the Divine Martial Continent.

After a careful search, Du Chen, wearing white gloves, retrieved a phone from under the bed and pressed the power button a few times, but there was no response.

Normally, Captain Du’s cold, stern words would have made a suspect confess in fear by now, but Chen Xi merely showed a slight change in expression, then calmly responded.

Beyond the exit was a vast cavernous hall, about thirty meters high and the size of a football field. A gaping hole had been torn in the ceiling, allowing cold moonlight to pour down like a veil of blue silk, sheltering the travelers of the night.

Only when a new star awakens, a fresh star soul is born, and one becomes the ancestor of star souls and ascends to true immortality, will the tribulation of a true immortal descend.

The left side of my body burned from slamming into the lawn, while my right cheek was slashed by flying debris from the explosion, stinging sharply. My head buzzed from the close blast, my legs trembling, unable to muster any strength.

At this time, in Qiantang County, although Xu Xian was not exiled to Suzhou because of Zhang Ling’s intervention, the Three Sovereigns Ancestor Society still appeared. This society, composed of physicians, was not limited to Suzhou—it existed in Qiantang as well.