Chapter 117: The Successor

Dai Jieyu sneered. “There is no one else here now, so why must the Prime Minister keep up this hypocritical act? You have ruined every member of the Lin family.”

Su Li stroked his beard and laughed heartily. “You are mistaken again, Consort Dai. Just now, I told Imperial Physician Zhou that the assassin was simply crafty. I never mentioned anyone else, nor did I say anything about medicine.”

Seeing...

Abbess Guo Zhen slowly opened her eyes and turned her gaze toward the window. There she saw Su Yueqing dressed in white, and began asking about her.

Only after we arrived did we learn that Guo Jia and the others had fought a battle against Cao Cao at Puyang that day—a battle of offense and defense, with us defending and Cao Cao attacking.

Meng Tiantian looked at Qin Yue, then at Chen Jing, and finally fixed her gaze on Zhou Hexu. Naturally, the request she made was the same as before. But Zhou Hexu no longer allowed her to make demands as he once had. When she learned that he had refused her, Meng Tiantian’s eyes widened even further, her disbelief deepening.

The Blood Pupil naturally could not speak. Its purpose seemed to be merely to send Zhang Wei a reward whenever a supernatural incident came to an end.

If the remaining time on the death countdown stayed stuck at twenty-seven minutes, he might as well change his name to Zhang Twenty-Seven, a constant reminder that he had only twenty-seven minutes left to live.

As the train continued on its way, laughter and cheerful conversation never ceased. Everyone was celebrating their escape through sheer strength, rejoicing that they were still alive, with even a trace of smugness.

Madam Chang solemnly brought out a red box inlaid with gold and jade. Qin Yue did not assume that it contained something valuable merely because of its ornate appearance. It was not because the old saying about a splendid exterior concealing decay had come to mind, but because the person holding the box was Madam Chang.

With such an identity, Guo Qing enjoyed unparalleled prestige within the Sacred Sect, and consequently conducted himself in a rather high-profile manner.

Chu Ning reckoned that they were already more than two hundred miles from the royal city. Since they were now on a remote mountain peak, he supposed that even if they used magical artifacts, it should not cause much trouble.

Zhang Wei had no idea what kind of ending Wang Damin’s affair would ultimately have; Lin Kuo knew even less. He did not even know what Zhang Wei was doing.

Xue Bufan led a thousand Shadow Warriors, along with Zhou Cang and Zhao Yun, into Luoyang. They arrived at dawn, just in time to enter the palace with the stream of officials attending the morning court and pay their respects to the young emperor.

From Kurozawa Kaoru’s words, it seemed that the organization behind him no longer intended to harm him. Moreover, there appeared to be something for which they needed him.

The chief of WoWo Village took one look at the attire of Xue Bufan and the other two and immediately knew that they were not from the Night Kingdom.

But the matter had not yet reached that point. For now, Lin Feng had only thought this far and did not pursue the matter any further. He knocked on the door, and Xia Yuhe saw him.

“What? Is this steward very fat?” Wang Xiaoyan asked, her brows knitting together as she stared straight at Lin Feng.

Besides, the estate was large enough—larger even than the Purple Manor. Would it not be perfect for housing the people of Blackwind Stronghold?

Xue Bufan did not even need to ask. The other party certainly possessed the Chakra Refinement Technique; the only question was how much it cost.

All she wanted to say now was: Where were all the honest people? She wanted to dominate them without conditions and without feeling the slightest bit guilty.

He forcibly restrained his trembling body, yet his eyes kept drifting toward Yu Jia. Pretending to remain calm, he picked up his teacup to conceal the panic and fear churning within him.

For a moment, scene after scene from the past seemed to appear before him once more: a warm family, and two infants crying hungrily for milk.

Yang Sheng asked anxiously, his heart wavering as he struggled to decide what he should do.

Most likely, she had sensed something inexplicably strange and dangerous in that brief instant, and so she had summoned the Cloudcherry Sword without realizing it.

Jin Thirty-Six, who was in secluded cultivation, seemed to sense something as well. Slowly, she opened her eyes.