Chapter 90: Is the Upper Echelon of the Nine Provinces Controlled by Cultivators?

The cultivation force behind the smiling face seeks to control the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Provinces, and even the entire world.

Chen Yang originally had no intention of meddling. To him, Earth was insignificant, barely worth mentioning. His sights were set on the vast universe beyond countless stars.

But the smiling face faction made the unforgivable mistake of threatening Chen Yang’s family.

If they’re not dealt with...

“In that case, remember what was said today,” Gong Jingxing’s voice was cold as frost, tinged with mockery.

Lin Ye frowned and sighed softly; he had only hoped that Lin Beichen could last a few rounds.

Just as he opened his mouth, Mo Fan shouted angrily, sword in his left hand and umbrella in his right, charging forward.

Xiahou Le’er’s face darkened to the color of a soot-blackened pot, sparks blazing fiercely in her eyes—she wanted to kill him.

Seeing this, the two men glanced at Lin Beichen with concealed disdain, then cast him a lascivious look.

I could see Xi’er was truly angry, yet I didn’t know how to explain about the embroideress. If I made up something random, I’d probably get beaten again.

At first, Yang Hanzhou was indifferent toward Su An’an, thinking she was nothing more than a spoiled rich kid.

Lu Wanqiu’s forehead was already sweating; she wiped it with a broad sweep of her hand, then entered the bathroom to prepare a warm towel for Sister Man, intending to give her a simple wipe-down.

Before night fell, though the typhoon had yet to abate, Zhuang Yan and his team received orders to rush to the disaster zone. After equipping themselves, they set off quickly and arrived at the most affected area right away—only then did the news start reporting the catastrophe.

Even now, she hadn’t cried out in pain, but her face no longer bore the familiar dependence and smile.

Just moments ago, after a difficult journey, the group, led by Long Yuxuan, arrived at his home in the mine.

This was what truly worried Zhou Yang, but worrying was useless. The only option was to escalate the situation, hoping that even the Chen Palace would be helpless against Lü Lingqi.

Despite being an ancient god from the primordial era with a powerful divine sense, after such a long erosion, he likely couldn't hold out much longer.

The sound of constant sharp breaths made Nicole’s scalp tingle.

The rest of the group entered as well; Yan Hanshui was sprawled adorably on Chumi’s shoulder.

After so many battles, Yan Jun’s talent burned bright, and he unconsciously gained insight into force. He vaguely realized he had developed a new understanding of his own killer moves.

Seeing Muye Qi’s earnest expression, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes, Luo Shui couldn’t help but stick out her tongue. It was the first time she’d seen this fierce side of her—her eyes, usually brimming with affection, were now colder and more terrifying than Mo Yan.

Awakened by the thunderous roar, Shen Gongbao, the Ten Celestial Lords, and Fairy Wen finally realized—the tribulation lightning had arrived.

Speaking of collecting black blood, Miss Yangliu had her own methods. She released numerous colored ribbons, quickly absorbing the black blood from the freshly slain demons, then squeezed it into containers for storage. Because her ribbons were made from special material, they could be wrung out thoroughly without picking up any stench.

With Zhou Yang’s skills, sneaking into the palace was possible, but to smuggle Empress Dowager Guo out of Luoyang, let alone return her to the north, was absolutely impossible.

“Twenty-two, Brother Yun, aren’t you curious to see the faces of these members of the Hidden Family? They wrap themselves in black cloth all day, never revealing their faces—how odd,” Bloodless remarked curiously.

With a sharp, beautiful brake, the costly Range Rover SUV came to a halt at the Mingyuan Plaza. Then, turning the wheel, the car slowly approached the grand gates of Luxury Garden.