Chapter 41: Unconcerned with Worldly Affairs

"Old Liu, it's still early. Why are you awake already?"
Ye Cheng felt a bit guilty and forced a smile.

"Lord Ye, you didn't come home all night yesterday. What were you up to? Miss Shangguan waited for you a long time—when she saw you hadn’t returned, she was furious and is still here."
Old Liu gave a bitter smile.

...

Those beast spirits seemed to exist solely for the purpose of entering the Third Military City, disregarding all other factors. They rushed toward the city walls relentlessly, sweeping aside any martial artists who stood in their way. Some didn’t even bother to attack, their only thought being to break into the Third Military City.

"It cannot be spoken, cannot be spoken."
Anthony, after hearing the question, gave no answer. Instead, he walked away with his hands behind his back, muttering those words over and over.

"Alright, let’s leave that for now."
Master smiled at the thoroughly flushed cheeks of his disciple, barely restraining his laughter.

"This is our Valley Master's friend, don’t harm him."
The burly, dark man who spoke was likely one of Thorn Flower's subordinates.

But Su Wuye’s soul was imprisoned, slowly eroded to death. The powers of the Light Knight and other Star Deities were not something the Netherworld could resist. The Light Knight had slain Spahn before; otherwise, Su Wuye could never have completed the ninth cycle of reincarnation.

"You always leave everything for us to handle."
Li Yanran glared at Chen Xu, annoyed. She continued, "One of these days, I just might secretly sell the company."

Liuyun was curious what she intended to write or draw, when a cold, emotionless voice sounded.

So now, the only option was to wait for the blood sacrifice ritual to end, for that figure to emerge, and only then could negotiations take place. Yet Xuan Chengzi held little hope for a favorable outcome. Someone willing to sacrifice the entire Yuanyue Sect for a blood ritual to resurrect themselves—if such a person could be reasoned with, that would truly be a miracle.

After some deliberation, Yan Yu ultimately made his decision. It was, for now, the best solution he could think of.

"That means you like her, right? Go talk to Zhuge later, and marry both together,"
the fat man suggested.

Ermao surveyed the shop, gazing at the exquisite bodies. It wasn’t that he disliked them—he liked them too much! He liked each and every one, but would he ever have the chance to take one home? Could he be lucky enough to be the one who returned again?

Wang Yue seemed carefree every day, but she was actually a girl who rarely spoke—especially to him.

Wang Sen was sent flying by a single palm strike, landing heavily on the ground, motionless, like a lifeless corpse.

Qing Ling was momentarily startled by the sound. She looked around, saw nobody, and realized Ermao was addressing her. Only then did she turn and leave. Ermao, seeing Qing Ling depart, continued to pull Yuan Xi toward the inner hall.

The Empress wore her hair in a peony bun today, adorned with only a single golden phoenix hairpin soaring to the heavens. Her face was free of powder and rouge; without her usual solemn makeup, she appeared much more gentle and virtuous, making her seem more approachable.

The crowd burst into laughter; the scene just now had been so amusing, they couldn't help themselves.

Lu Kang, dragging her along, returned to the Nightfall Bar and rented a room nearby.

"You're lying. Your whole face says I'm angry—don’t provoke me,"
Shen Moli pierced her disguise.

"Still feigning? I’ll give you one last chance—don’t test my patience!"
Yang Shan’s expression grew colder, her finger slowly curling around the trigger, as if she’d shoot if Lu Kang’s answer displeased her.

Though her powers were sealed, Yuyao’s mouth never stopped. The malice on her face deepened, transforming her alluring beauty into something hellish.