Chapter Fifty: Turning the Tables

With Yan Ming’s encouragement and guidance, Yin Nian regained her composure. No matter what, what had happened was already done; she could only face it bravely. Self-pity was never Yin Nian’s way—now that things had come to this, no matter how agonizing the process or how cruel the outcome, she had to fight to the end and see it through.

After discussing with Yan Ming, Yin Nian reached several conclusions. First, Liang Zhicheng must already know that Yin Nian had found out about Han Duoduo and had fallen out with her. Second, Liang Zhicheng most likely didn’t yet realize that they had discovered he was the mastermind behind everything. It was only by chance that his figure appeared in the surveillance footage from Baxian Hospital; in the hotel footage, he was well disguised and left no obvious clues. Nevertheless, to be cautious—

But the cultivators around them weren’t as lucky. After Song Yang fused with the Demon God, his power surged instantly, and those who failed to dodge in time suffered heavy casualties.

This fellow, to say such things now, truly disgraced the reputation of a disciple of the Buddhist sect. But since he was no longer a disciple, perhaps it no longer mattered whether he brought shame to their traditions.

Thus, Leng Ran decided not to walk away, choosing instead to donate his smoking time for free to the nearby car owner. He was curious to see what kind of person it was. Blowing out a long string of smoke rings, he waited patiently.

She didn’t blame anyone for this burning pain; in fact, she felt a trace of comfort from it. If there was still pain from the fire, it meant the candle was not yet extinguished—her candle of feeling had not burned out.

Xi Ruo wanted to ask Lin Hao something, but the words stopped at her lips. Because when her gaze fell on Lin Hao’s face, she discovered his expression had turned extremely grim; shock, fear, and bewilderment bloomed across his features all at once, like spilled paints mingling together.

“Again a flush? Damn it, I’ve already lost over five hundred! I’m done, I’m out, you’re definitely cheating!” One of the thugs, a bald man with a fierce centipede tattooed on his scalp, threw down his cards and shouted his refusal to continue.

The Blood Bodhi’s vine was crimson all over, with red leaves and red tendrils winding up from the base of the luminous tree, blanketing the entire trunk. The foliage was lush, yet not a single fruit could be seen growing among them.

At this moment, He Ziyan was wondering why, despite all these perilous events, her master’s wife had never mentioned them, never even asked for her help to share the burden.

Of course, the matter of Ye Ke and Chen Mengling’s pregnancies was something he didn’t wish to make public just yet. Bai Fengju and Song Zeyu didn’t ask any questions either.

Tang Chuan had other reasons for not pursuing the two demigods. He feared that if he acted, they would choose self-destruction again, so it was better to leave them for his subordinates to deal with; perhaps they might even succeed in capturing one.

Breathing in the fragrance from Liu Mengru’s cherry lips, Nie Bin did not speak, but responded directly with his actions.

“Involved is a figure beyond imagination—a mighty one. The Undying Demon Body…and the Undying Demon Blood…cannot be fused into one,” Old Zhang gasped hoarsely.

Following this precedent, the other four players who obtained keys and treasure chests also paired up, forming alliances two by two.

Though Jiang Zhiyong seemed unreliable, spending his days drinking and chasing women, the side he kept hidden showed a ruthlessness in his methods.

Ning Yu judged it was about time and stopped chanting that ancient word—the name given to him by the Abyssal Messenger, the true name of this flame, known to almost no one. It meant “Abyssal Fire.”

Jiang Suqian and An Ning sat at the table, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry at the sight of the two people clinging to the door like lizards.

“No, no one is permitted to disturb my lord’s slumber,” Daisy declared as she summoned her gray horse and transformed into her dominant form, leading a host of deathly creatures cloaked in gray robes to encircle everyone from all directions.

During the Ming and Qing dynasties, bricks and stone were widely used. Because of their durability, they relieved the burden of protecting the earthen walls.

Ignoring Qing’s answer, Ying pressed her finger to her chin, seemingly deep in thought about the feasibility of this matter.