Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Seduction Scheme

The auction at the Rare Treasures Pavilion concluded here. On the display stand, the "Rivers and Mountains under the Sun and Moon" scroll was slowly rolled up by gloved hands of pure white. The dark red brocade box, like an open mouth, gently swallowed the ancient painting that had lasted a millennium.

Two women wearing peacock feather masks carried the brocade box toward the elevator. The cool slits of their qipaos revealed glimpses of their snow-white thighs with each step. Pearl necklaces around their necks emitted a faint warmth—that was the implanted recording devices at work, ensuring their conversations before the guests were captured.

At that moment, the formidable warriors of the Xuanming Turtle clan all gathered around Zhuque, ready to reclaim the venue.

Most of them stretched their limbs, preparing by loosening their muscles and tendons to avoid cramps during intense movements.

On the eve of the Lunar New Year's Eve, the Tang household was already bustling, adorned everywhere with lanterns and decorations.

"Not bad, right? Well then, Jingyuan, you’ll have to eat like this every day from now on. As for me, Lord Jue, I can’t stand it. Every day, morning soybeans with tofu, noon soybeans stir-fried with tofu, and soybeans stewed with tofu for dinner."

Wushan handed the jade slip to Li Zhuo. As the only cultivator in ten thousand years to break through the innate realm, entrusting his legacy to him was also a kind of closure.

Chu Yi smiled but then thought otherwise—this man surnamed Fan truly knew a lot. Having him by his side gave Chu Yi some confidence.

Yang Ling felt so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into a hole, yet in her heart, she was quite fond.

"What day is it today? Why are there so many people? Is there another ranking competition?"

"If the battle starts now, and those lunatics of the Spirit Tribe actually kill him, he won’t even have a place to cry."

"Wait, you all restrain your aura and follow behind me without revealing any trace of it; otherwise, we’re doomed. Brother Xiao, you should put away your flames, or else we won’t even know how we died," Tu Shuo transmitted through sound.

With Tiemu Xin’s fiery temper, hearing Cai Pa scold him without immediately slamming the table and standing up, only awkwardly scratching his head, made everyone look at him with even more playful eyes.

However, the following four days were just as such. Xi Yurong silently guarded the shore more frequently, and by the seventh day, she could no longer cultivate peacefully. Illusions were meant to trap enemies in a mirage, but now even her mind was unsettled.

"Of course. The legacy of the Shattered Star Mark is the foundation for the sect’s foothold in the galaxy; it is the most mysterious and powerful spiritual technique," Tao Jin replied.

Morning sunlight filtered through thin gauze curtains into the inner room, warm and gentle. The room was clean and bright, the wooden floor spotless. Though small, the room was arranged with a cozy charm—soft pink as the base tone, accented with touches of cyan, all revealing the youthful and lively nature of its owner.

The terrifying floodwaters swiftly engulfed the three, their momentum unyielding as they surged forward, uprooting several towering ancient trees nearby and smashing them heavily onto the ground.

The monk Bujie didn’t know what he had said wrong. Yet Yilin couldn’t carefully point out the inappropriate words in front of Yue Lingfeng and her father.

Lihua Demon Ling’er finally released Xiao Chen’s hand, pulling Murong Xian’er’s hand as they walked toward the great formation. They glanced back frequently, tears brimming in their eyes. Xiao Chen stared blankly as the two walked into the formation, feeling as if his soul had been lost at that moment.

Iwakura Tsutomu’s roar lasted less than ten seconds before two brocade-clad guards covered his mouth and dragged him out through a side door.

The long-awaited Divine Sword Formation suddenly transformed again, like a five-colored divine lightning, slashing and annihilating everywhere, relentlessly pursuing the bloodthirsty great sovereign’s flesh clone, severing every refined thread of essence and blood within.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the genius ruler of the Xiahou family led humanity against the barbarian tribes, slaughtering the Dragon Clan to extinction. This battle elevated the Xiahou family to be known as “the foremost family of Divine Continent,” revered and admired by the world.

"You’re talking nonsense; there’s blood," Ruoli lamented, looking at the spots of blood seeping through the pure white clothes, regretting how she could have uttered such words. She tenderly interlaced her fingers and cast a healing immortal technique.

After successfully turning the tide, Xiao Tai felt somewhat confident and proud. After all, he had his hidden cards—he had yet to meet anyone who could surpass him.

Guo Shaoyang gently closed his eyes, feeling tears about to spill from the corners of his eyes.

Cheng Yang once explained what a teleportation array was to her. Yu Zhu remembered vividly, which also proved that Cheng Yang was definitely someone from the surface world.

That scene seemed as if it had been witnessed countless times before. Ling Luo felt strange but barely glanced at Chu Yunlian before turning away.

In fact, the jar of aged wine Xiao Banxian hid, once opened, as long as it wasn’t kept overnight, each drop of medicinal wine held equally potent medicinal power.

If Cao Fangmei appeared sorrowful, then Guo Shaoyang was utterly miserable. He bottled everything inside and refused to confide in anyone, almost late for work at night.

There was no time to ponder further. After rushing out of the thatched cottage like flying, Yaoyin merely left a hurried message saying he would return soon, then dove headfirst into his backyard.

Mo Yu Jingchen’s face was as cold as iron, something flickering in his eyes, but he tightly grasped Ji Zili’s hand without letting go.

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