Chapter Thirty: Watching the Surveillance

After he sent the inquiry by text, the recipient replied almost immediately. Yan Xuan’s gaze grew cold; he couldn’t believe these people were privately speculating about him like this. Yet, even now that he knew, he couldn’t possibly stoop to arguing with them. He needed to find a way to dispel these negative rumors; it wouldn’t do for Yingying to misunderstand him. Unfortunately, Yan Xuan was preoccupied with several design projects and had no time to spare for other thoughts...

The Ancient Star Road connected the former Cloud Domain and the Flower City through the old commercial town of Ancient Road Town. Once they reached Ancient Road Town, they would be only a short distance from the Palace of True Law.

As Xiao Qiuyu had said, Bull and Poison Sword were moving quickly; to avoid alerting the target and risking complications, they had to take advantage of their troops’ current morale and eliminate Xiao Qiuyu in one swift strike.

Xiao Qiuyu and Li Weiren had already thoroughly scouted the entire route as they came, so much so that even the faintest trace, like an ant crawling by, would not escape their notice. Confident in their reconnaissance, they dared to scale the wall and slip inside. Besides, this was once their stronghold—they moved through it as though it were second nature.

"Heh... Thank you, Grandpa Mo. My men can come over at any time; I’ll make arrangements soon," Qin Han said.

Mo Wanli’s soaked garments clung to her, further accentuating her graceful figure. Though the wet clothes and dripping hair made her uncomfortable, she had no time to worry about such things. None of it slowed her movements, and that was all that mattered.

Fantian Luo stepped into the courtyard, her soul power spreading out. Within her spiritual perception, she distinctly sensed more than a dozen presences in the Guiya Courtyard, two of which were particularly powerful: one was a one-star Martial King, the other a three-star Martial King.

Gao Guan claimed that if Tang Lichuan followed him, he would surely one day find Baili Nuyun. Yet Tang Lichuan replied, "I’m going to Yan’er Bin. My sworn sister would never go there."

Xiao Qiuyu was unwilling to reveal his true strength in front of others. He was still unfamiliar with this place, and over the years, he had developed the habit of never exposing his abilities in an uncertain environment or among strangers.

"Let’s go inside as well. Most of the guests have arrived. Those who remain absent must see the Qin family as having lost its former influence," Qin Junzheng said, leading Qin Han and the others into the banquet hall.

This time, it was not a single flame, but a blazing mass. As soon as this cluster of true fire shot out, the area around the Fire Spirit was instantly transformed into a vast sea of flames. Most terrifying of all, this inferno was not formed by ordinary fire, but by genuine true flames—its power was unimaginable.

Guan Feifei watched closely, her face breaking into a pleased smile as she grew bolder. She’d had enough of her mediocre half-celebrity life; this time, she was staking everything on capturing this man.

She raised her cup to the Empress Dowager, then threw back her head and swallowed the crimson liquid in one gulp.

A chill arrow flashed beneath them, its icy tip passing so close that it nearly grazed along the cheeks of Su Weiliang and the boy.

The slap landed on Pei Xiao’s face like a palm-leaf fan, leaving half her face numb and her ears ringing as she tumbled from the bed to the floor.

Shang Qi’s reply was measured and ambiguous. How could Luo Yichen fail to detect the deeper meaning in her words?

Even from a distance, Pei Xiao could tell the person on the other end of the phone was speaking in a meek, submissive tone.

How she wished she could live a normal life. But that incident was a thorn lodged in her heart, impossible to forget. Every time her emotions stirred, the pain was unbearable. This torment haunted Shang Qi day and night, robbing her of the ability to think clearly.

Even as she was drawn into the space within the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, the Demon God statue showed no reaction whatsoever. Song Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That statue had given her an inexplicably strange feeling earlier, and she’d feared something might go wrong as she stored it away.