Volume 1, Chapter 52: Unruly Demons

After the inspector left, Tang Xi prepared to return to the spot from yesterday to continue mining the blood crystal stones.

Suddenly, a rather young but disheveled man approached him slowly, his strength roughly at the early Golden Core stage.

Gu Zhehan was merely worried that the men in black might still be alive and had kidnapped the Fourth Prince to threaten them. If they managed to escape, what face would the Great Wei dynasty have left? Wouldn’t the common people continue to suffer?

Over the past few days, he had remained calm like this, which Su Jin had long suspected. Seeing that no one else had noticed them, she whispered, “Are you confident?” It was not the place to speak openly, so she asked subtly, knowing Rong Yun would understand.

Some auxiliary soldiers climbing the siege ladders to storm the city walls were engulfed by a raging fire. All the wooden palisades caught flame as well. The soldiers atop the palisades cried out in terror; some jumped down before the fire reached the top, doomed either to death or injury, while others, too afraid to leap, could only watch helplessly as the flames consumed them.

Under the cold gaze, the couple who once seemed like immortal soulmates instantly reverted to their true former selves.

Now that she held the title of princess, what was there left for her to endure? If she continued to be cordial toward those who once plotted against her, then living in this world would be utterly devoid of dignity.

Qin Ru, flustered and anxious, left the courtyard, pacing back and forth outside for a while before heading directly to the west wing.

Upon hearing this, Mu Bai and the old dean glanced at Ye Nanshan. Mu Bai’s left hand transformed into branches again, extending and entwining around Ye Nanshan’s body.

Later, Gu An, despite the mourning period and personal danger, rose to the occasion, rescuing the emperor and empress from peril. The assassination attempt at the hunting grounds had passed a year and a half ago, yet the emperor could never forget the suffering of those days, nor the despair he endured.

Yu Shao, fumbling nervously as he took it, suddenly realized this was the lifesaving medicine he had sought! Holding it in his hands, he was nearly moved to tears.

The temple sought Hua Xie’s life and would likely strike through those closest to him. Nan Mu Hen was affiliated with the temple; sending the prince and princess into the palace was tantamount to exposing a vulnerable weakness to the enemy.

But in any matter, as long as there is no guilt within your heart, it is fine: guilt is merely the darkness people cannot yet accept in reality. It does not stem from the purity or goodness of one’s conscience or self-awareness.

“There’s no particular reason; it’s simply because I am an ordinary traveler, nothing more,” Feng Ye said helplessly.

Though Li Shenpu could not yet grasp the disaster he mentioned, he sensed from Feng Ye’s tone—and could well imagine—how terrifying the catastrophe that might lead to humanity’s extinction would be.

Feng Wuhen put on an annoyed expression. “Hong Ru, you bring up these matters as soon as we meet. After nearly a year apart, don’t you have anything else to say to me?” As he spoke, he gave a subtle look to the maids, who promptly took their leave.

He said to her, “You look so delicate and fragile. When you told me you had caught the demon who became emperor, I might as well say I have now caught the Jade Emperor in the heavens.”

Then Qi lunged at me; annoyed but indulging her, I embraced her back.

Everyone behind Peng Ligang was suddenly stunned, their eyes fixed on Han Yuefei, speechless for a moment.

“Of course! My Dian Cang Sect is a major power in the cultivation world! In just a few hundred years, Dian Cang will replace Kunlun and become the greatest sect under heaven!” Ku Ye stroked his goatee cheerfully.

“I remember we drank coffee and then fainted,” Li Shiyu, cradled in Peng Ligang’s arms, recalled softly.