Chapter Seventy-One: Take Him Out

“All right, let your elder brother treat you.” Master Jin replied in haste. “Where are the silver needles? Quickly, hand them to Mr. Yan!” His subordinate immediately passed the silver needles over.

Yan Xuan glanced at them, then pointed to the nearby sofa, “Carry Bao’er over there, the floor is too cold.”

“Alright,” Master Jin responded...

The place Chen Xunxuan chose was complex in terrain; it wasn’t a straight path to the end. There were countless forks along the way. Chen Xiao drove slowly. The frequency of his calls with Chen Xun changed from every ten minutes to every four or five.

This is impossible! Ling’er was already sealed long ago—how could her power still surpass that of an Immortal Lord? If the demon clan had such a master, why hadn’t they acted before?

Shen Qing noticed that although their words were sarcastic, they were willing to speak; she asked a few more questions, seemingly preparing herself for a long stay here, but in truth, she was only probing the situation.

The old matron saw Yang Nanny standing by her side and snorted coldly, “It’s getting late—let’s go up the mountain.” Once there, she would have her own ways to deal with her.

“Let him wander for now. Traveling the world is unlikely; once war breaks out, there will be no more peaceful days.” Shen Qing lowered her gaze, caressing her rounded belly and looking at the bulging fabric of her dress. Her lips curled into a smile.

“Thank you for your help today.” After speaking, Ye Xuan embraced his wife Han Yuyun. Looking at her beautiful and alluring face and lips, he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her.

He had come to investigate after hearing the sounds, but before he could find Shen Qing, someone approached him.

At first, Liu Cheng thought it was the Lord of the Blood River, but soon realized it wasn’t. The aura was powerful, reaching the peak of Divine Emperor, but it was not the Blood River Lord he knew.

Elder sister has a robust constitution; when the time comes, she can take one on the left and one on the right, raising both of you without any trouble.

“Little sister, what are you saying? I usually attend school diligently. I just happened to be free today, so I was wandering around the manor.” Yuan Xiu Jie spoke without blinking, clearly long accustomed to lying.

This was a change visible to all. Zhang Yi, as a member of Zhang Village, had already changed considerably, and his appearance had reverted to its original form.

After a simple breakfast, Shen Qingwu, prepared for the wash-three ritual, hid beneath the oil-paper umbrella held by Su Xin and strolled toward Ya Yue Pavilion, now adorned with red decorations.

With a swish, the divine muscular giant said nothing more, transformed into a fiery streak, and returned to recuperate.

Zhou Qing cleaned everything up and gathered the jewels, discovering a hidden door of severed dragon stone to the south. The stone had been lowered, and the mechanism damaged. Without extraordinary strength, it would be impossible to move the stone.

No one anticipated that Qin Ya, at the time, believed himself doomed and, fearing Yang Lan would trouble the Qin family, ordered that no one destroy the scene.

Moreover, even without a sword, his vast true energy as an eighth-rank martial master alone should not be something Shen Yue, a mere ant, could contend with.

What worried Lei Ao even more was that his opponent wasn’t only Lin Ye; beside him was Ni Huang, ready to join the fray.

Su Yunliang’s storage bracelet had only eighteen pearls, yet it effortlessly stored everything inside. How vast must these pearls’ capacity be?

But Qin Yan’er was the kind who would rather endure inner torment and love silently, never taking initiative... Even as she watched Qing Xuan disguise himself as Yang Lan and spend a night entwined with Shen Yue before departing, she felt envy and aspired to emulate, but would never act on it.