Chapter 35: Paying Respects

This middle-aged man was none other than Long Jiu, an elite member of the Dragon Division—currently its vice-captain. He held another identity as the deputy hall master of the Supreme Capital’s branch.

“Don’t worry, boss. Everything’s ready—the bait’s set, our people have infiltrated the chapel. Tomorrow, you just wait for the good news!” One of Yu Shan’s trusted men stepped forward, his tone fawning. At the end, he cast a glance at Yu Lan behind Yu Shan, a flicker of worry flashing in his eyes.

This was the last thing Lin Yushan wanted to do. Unable to attain it, perhaps all that remained was to let it go. She had never been Leng Yinian, nor could she ever become her. What she owed was a lifetime of regret and unease.

“If you… if you want to come along, then just come!” Guan Cheng said. He didn’t know what this old man intended, but with him there, their side now had two Force Sovereigns. Such strength was already formidable.

About five minutes later, the Ice Soul Dragon and the Majestic Phoenix Beast returned to report. All the Earth Spirit Beast cubs had been slain. With that, the entire Earth Spirit Beast clan was exterminated—truly wiped from the Soul Martial Continent.

“Grandma, but I still miss my mom. That day, I saw her crying, bleeding a lot. I was so scared… I was afraid she’d disappear.” The fright that day had shaken Niannian far more deeply than anyone realized. For a child so young to witness such a scene—

On her face was just a faint smile, elegant and enchanting. As she walked down the street, many whistled at her, but she paid them no heed.

“Is the princess certain there are no errors in this document?” The Princess Consort of Zhidu gestured to her personal maid, who drew the paper from her sleeve and handed it to Hua Xi.

Yet seeing Aunt Li nearly fall just now had infuriated him so much he couldn’t help but voice his complaints.

Nearby, Lan Toutou, Shen Xueman, and Liu Yi couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It seemed they had all grown used to this.

By the time they finished dinner, it was already past eight. Having just returned today and finished cleaning, Xiaoxiao found herself bored as Zhang Yunjun washed the dishes. She flipped through the TV, but nothing caught her interest. She kept pressing the remote, and when Zhang Yunjun came out of the kitchen, this was the scene he saw.

Lu Huaishen came out to fetch his toiletries, which he’d left in the bathroom the night before. Seeing her frowning and muttering, he asked what was wrong.

Qiu Lingyu, furious, spoke to the person trailing behind her as she sped toward the capital. She had been searching for news of the Shangguan family these past few days and had left the capital temporarily. She never imagined she would run into such a troublesome character just a few dozen miles from the city.

As Meng Yuwan walked, her ears were filled with talk of this matter. She merely lowered her head and smiled quietly, saying nothing.

Shi Xixi was strikingly beautiful, yet her personality was rather naïve. The combination gave her an allure both captivating and pure; just looking at her made the heart flutter. Not to mention—she was Qiao Jiangbei’s wife.

Shangguan Hanque’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Bai Jianan, eyes filled with disdain, barely holding back a scornful retort.

A slender, long-fingered hand appeared before her eyes. She stared at the fine lines on the palm, her head dizzy and muddled, like a lump of paste.

They were different from the eaves-spirits and sedan-ghosts of Coffin Village. These monsters, stitched together from corpses, were far more aggressive toward the living, heavily influenced by the blood-soaked world. They were now beyond communication, reduced to mere puppets of the world behind the door.

She was trembling with anxiety, instinctively searching within reach. In her panic, she knocked over the glass used for rinsing her mouth.

Within her eyes was the reflection of his sinister smile, and a mounting sense of dread. She had no family, only Qiao Qiao as a friend—who would he take his anger out on?

Nothing was as easy as it seemed. She thought she could kill Ye Bai with her numbers, but now, the crowd had become her shackle. The words Ye Bai had just spoken made all the cultivators step aside, clearing a path.

“He’ll take you to your residence. I’ve already made arrangements. Please look after Lu Fei in the future. If anything happens, come to me at once.” Lu Yun was somewhat helpless. It was rare for their family to have someone with such outstanding talent, but his overly gentle nature was a constant headache.

He stared in disbelief at the shallow cut on his fingertip—no blood, yet it proved one thing: the Sword of Destiny had been sharpened.

Back in the Hall of the Blood Axe, Wood had clearly sensed that Xiao Nu’s breakthrough was no accident or stroke of luck—he had profound understanding, giving off the sense that he could merge man and weapon at will, anytime and anywhere.

When the skeleton lunged at him, its palm just inches away, Xu Qi saw the evil fire in its eye sockets suddenly extinguish and vanish without a trace.

“Wait! When he turned his face just now, I swear I’d seen him somewhere before!” a player suddenly murmured, lost in thought.

There were simply too many secrets about Liu Sha. Just how much had he hidden? In the early stages of the game, players were always at a disadvantage—so why did everything about him seem overwhelmingly powerful?