Chapter 31

“Now, tell me who sent you here,” Yun Shuangqing said, folding his hands as he surveyed the people around him.

However, by the time it reached Qin Hao, the situation had little effect. Though the challenges grew tougher, with every bit of strength he gained, Qin Hao could consume more of the blood brew. This kept his power growing rapidly—one level per day. In ten days, Qin Hao could truly perfect the Blood Transformation Realm.

Moreover, because the Yin Spirit was ranked third level within the Qin family village, the quality of the infused yin energy was very high, elevating the talisman’s grade to a rare green quality.

It was Zhang Yusheng’s annual routine to go out playing mahjong with his older brothers after lunch on New Year's Eve, only returning well past ten at night.

As dusk settled, Yun Shuangqing slowly awoke, truly at the critical threshold.

“Excellent, a reward.” The princess waved her hand, and the ink painting was properly packed away. A gift was handed to Su Yihan.

Within the Three Realms, he alone could grow his power through the force of reincarnation without facing a death tribulation.

Meanwhile, Xu Fei followed Chief Zhang's planned route for the day but noticed one tire was flat. After circling the vehicle, he found all the tires were intact.

He went to the cafeteria to find Feng Sulan, who had boiled over a dozen red-skinned eggs earlier, packed them in a lunchbox, and Xu Fei hurried straight to the Second People's Hospital.

Despite possessing greater strength, he was willing to give up so easily over someone with such an unremarkable appearance?

“Why aren’t you the one chasing after him?” Empress Dowager Lian was clearly wary. That child had once been her puppet, but now he had completely broken free and was her partner instead.

The Haijiao Village was so quiet, utterly lacking vitality, unlike the bustling ports of Qiguo, alive with activity at all hours.

“Ouyang, has today’s scrap iron arrived?” Sun Qingling felt no fatigue despite the continuous forging; instead, she was filled with a profound sense of accomplishment.

Zhu Yu, grabbed by the chest with such force, felt overwhelming shame and rage, biting down fiercely through clothing, drawing blood from Xiao Tu’s arm.

***

Lei Tian’s hawk-eyed technique instantly recognized the object as an alloy composed of various ores—copper, silver, gold, and black iron. The black iron alone attested to its hardness.

Seizing the chance to finish off the drowning enemies, several Tang monks stood beside Liu Shunze, clutching large-caliber pistols and firing desperately. A ghostly figure swiftly leapt onto Liu Shunze’s shoulder, spewing a volley of thunderballs. Though hastily cast and lacking full lethality, the spiders were electrified, trembling uncontrollably.

“Ugh… why didn’t they fight? Boring…” The Dark Moon Fairy ignored the Bright Moon Fairy’s question. Her words caused the latter to break into a sweat, but this reaction was anticipated, so she was not surprised.

If it were Haotian’s double, he might sense some of what was happening here.

Spring faded with the falling blossoms; summer arrived, clad in green leaves, frolicking in the warm breeze.

“Really? You’re not lying to me?” Accustomed to close whispers, Mu Youhan barely noticed the man’s wicked intent and asked skeptically.

“How else could he have died? The Water Dragon Clan Chief sent assassins to kill him,” Lei Tian’s words made the old white-bearded dragon feel dizzy.

Later, Huang Linglu told Qin Feng that Guan Jinghui was the elder of the field operations, leading the Six Halls and Twin Oars, whose development thrived these past years. Both Humen and the Elders’ Council were pleased with his achievements.

Fuyunxi smiled proudly, unaware that today’s momentary selfishness planted a seed of future disaster.

“Nana, you’re someone I personally trained,” said the fox-like smile unchanged, yet Zhuang Nana sensed a chill beneath it.

Everyone gladly agreed; no one wished to linger in such a place. They bypassed the village and pressed onward.

“Chu Yu! Do you trust me?” Xiao Yao asked again, this time with a serious and solemn tone.

As Hilt lunged forward, Zi Rui leapt upward, surprising Hilt with a flying kick that sent him hurtling away.

The three Meili were shocked; Zi Rui wildly shook her white hair and rapidly unleashed several blood-red talismans toward them.

***

Xiangfu’s gaze fell on Fuyunxi’s face. After a moment’s surprise, he respectfully said, “Your servant obeys. Imperial envoy, please follow your servant.” He recognized Fuyunxi’s status but did not expose it. If others knew the emperor’s consort had appeared, it would only deepen the emperor’s reputation as a foolish tyrant.

He thought of all Xiao Yao’s actions, realizing no one else in this circle would dare act so. Now that he had met him, it could only mean Xiao Yao was just and kindhearted. If he accepted calmly, he would find it hard to hold his head high in the future.

Originally intending to place his hand on the table, Tangren trembled slightly but, biting his teeth, refused to believe the man’s words and placed it on the table anyway.

Yile’s eyes snapped open. Just as he spoke, he realized he had been tricked. Tongnu’s face lit up with a victorious expression. Their eyes met, shining with cunning pride, leaving Yile momentarily speechless.

The second contestant was much stronger than the first but, during the fight with the third, exhausted both physical and spiritual energy, ultimately being eliminated.

Even so, the force led by Murong Changyu was among the strongest within the Tuyuhun armies.

“I do not know what advice you have, but please, teach me quickly.” After the Yellow Turban generals left, Wang Bodang could no longer contain his urge to seek counsel from Li Shiqi.

“So uncomfortable…” With eyes tightly shut, Lu Qi muttered these words, deeply immersed in fusion.

Seeing this change, Wenqi immediately sensed danger. The demon spirit assassin resolutely sacrificed his life, merging with the forbidden wild thunder. The thunder net no longer hindered but became his strength, at the cost of his life.

“Hehe~” Xiazhihill Shiyu seized Yile’s arm, smiling triumphantly as if a scheme had succeeded.

After a few breaths, the monster’s form grew more ethereal. It tried to retreat but was immobilized by Li Yuyun’s attack, helplessly watching its body fade away.

At the time, Yang Hao worried his sister would be used in a political marriage and acted rashly, causing offense. Now that he understood Yang Guang’s character—he was no emperor who maintained power through marriage alliances—his aversion to such matches, and to Yang Jin, diminished considerably.