Chapter Seventy-Three: The Ninety-Nine Steps to the Heavens

In the latter half of the night, a torrential rain began to pour from the sky. The downpour persisted all the way into the next morning, showing no sign of stopping. The chill and dampness seemed to seep ceaselessly through the cracks in the door. Su Li lay curled up atop the quilt, her small, plump body devoid of energy, her cat ears drooping helplessly.

Several doctors, having been scolded harshly by Jinyang, wiped the sweat from their brows in unison, their heads hung low, not daring to utter another word. Suddenly, the whole ward grew much quieter.

"Qingyue, can you tell me why you’re so afraid of Jun Wuxie?" Ruo Wuxin's light jade eyes brimmed with heartache.

Lately, he had been busy with the collaboration between the Lin Corporation and Ten Miles of Splendor, so much so that he had lost track of the dates.

If his luck had been even a little worse, and he had failed to take care of Sang Zhuo first—if Sang Zhuo had managed to take advantage of him instead—the consequences would have been truly unimaginable.

"Yun Hen, bring me your life," a cold shout suddenly rang out, the edge of a weapon scraping audibly against the wind.

"Does my delicate wife think someone will come to take me away?" She hadn't even managed to marry him—only wed herself to him—who else could accomplish such a feat?

The newly purchased cell phone, though it retained the old number, was known to few; it almost never rang.

Their conversation did not last long. Once it was over, Murong Yinzhu was allowed to leave, while Darknight Moqi reverted to that familiar black stone, carried away by Murong Yinzhu.

The encircling net that was gradually closing in on the thread of black essence continued to shrink, until eventually, it devoured every last trace.

The jet-black blade in Lin Wei’s hand struck the emerald-green skin of Tatalupas, but to his shock, was violently repelled.

Already tense, Wu Liuqi shouted with all his might, startling me so badly that I shivered from head to toe. When I turned to look, I was nearly ready to curse aloud. My heart sank with dread—this time, I was truly doomed.

So long as I neither declared a closed-door seclusion nor chose to leave the Mystic Sect for even a day, the Yanhuang lineage would retain everything it possessed, until my death or my complete withdrawal from worldly affairs. Only then would the Yanhuang line truly fall into decline.

Zhao Tianming smiled. He was, in fact, quite different from the typical antique enthusiast. While others were content to buy whatever caught their fancy at a reasonable price, Zhao Tianming was always on the lookout for a bargain, rarely making a purchase unless it was a true find.

Si Yan instinctively drank the high-proof fruit wine the same way he had during his days in the Demon-Subduing Army—downing it in one gulp. For a long moment, he couldn’t utter a word; his face flushed crimson, and at last, he opened his mouth to release a belch reeking of strong spirits.

Every corridor was lined with exquisite suits of knight’s armor, and the walls were adorned with ornate, gem- and crystal-inlaid frames. Each room was outfitted with luxurious wild beast rugs, antiques whose colors had not faded with the ages, and immense crystal chandeliers—everywhere, the air was thick with opulence.

Labudorn no longer cared about dignity, nor did he think about the glory or fate of the Central Domain, or even his chances of escape. He had given up considering anything at all.

His scattered subordinates screamed loudly. Some had wanted to help, but the arrows in their hands could not even pierce the monster’s hide, let alone allow them to engage in close combat.

Now, Li Yu placed all his hopes in the hands of the four of Jiao Mu. If the Four Heavenly Kings were determined to assist the Four Divisions of the Celestial Court, Li Yu could only choose to flee with as many as he could take.

Beside Qin Feng at that moment stood the senior brother who had come over of his own accord, as well as the somewhat clingy junior sister Nie.

The crucial point was when these ghosts were seen—their twisted, terrifying faces would almost always frighten infants into wailing.

All these veteran engineers had been here over forty years ago, when the army of Mechanism City marched into Night Spirit City.