Chapter 87: Inner Power

“Only a little. This was freshly brewed by me; I had meant to present it to Her Majesty.” Ye Cheng smiled.

“Then you still have some conscience,” said Lin Yaoxue.

Crackle!

Suddenly, the heavens broke open outside the door, rain pouring in torrents. The drops struck the broad plant leaves, their patter sharp and lively in the storm.

Ye Cheng hastily rose...

That was also why the Fiend of the Eight Wilds had truly taken the princess to his bed: he simply wanted to seize the moment and savor what joy he could, so that if he died, he would not leave behind regret.

After hearing those words from the Eastern Emperor, Ao Bing let out a cold snort, then spoke with a proud expression.

In the Underworld, restoring the dead to life was itself a matter of grave importance; otherwise, the City of Wrongful Death would never have existed there in the first place.

“Does Your Grace not approve? To unite the magic of life and necromancy in one body—there has been no such thing heard of in tens of millions of years,” the High Priest asked in return.

Yet by then, these disciples had already fought themselves into a frenzy. For a time, hardly anyone obeyed his orders.

“These heavenly spirit stones are a token of sympathy for your brothers. I will need your help with something next.” A glint of cold intent flashed through Nie Jing’s eyes as he directly took out a spatial ring and handed it to the bald man.

He strode straight down to the first floor, a terrifying chill radiating from him, making others fear to approach and watch him only with deep apprehension.

It was through repeated beatings that the eight of them had learned not to act too brazenly before Yang Jingtian; and yet their ferocity remained, something Yang Jingtian had deliberately left in them.

But Lin Tian was exceedingly nimble, easily evading the broadsword’s attacks as blade after blade of fierce light sliced across the Black Bull Demon’s body.

In the end, the official response was that no such item had ever existed. If something like that truly did, then its name was love, and it had nothing to do with any object at all.

Huan Chun looked at her mistress with pity, feeling that in these past two months, in order to see this matter through, she seemed to have grown much more haggard all at once.

Sure enough, the moment she stepped down from the sedan, with Lord She Wei waiting by the side to help her alight, countless astonished gazes were drawn to her at once.

After some thought, the lady could only sigh in helplessness and send word to Yi Zhu, hoping to borrow the night-veil firefly for a time. There was no other way. A maid’s status was too low, and without some trace of the loyal red mark upon her body, there was nothing else available to confirm it now.

She turned and looked around. Many people were running this way, but at that moment, there was indeed only one man here—Lord She Wei.

But she had not yet thought of this: anyone entangled with the Monkey Lord met no good end. Since she was already betrothed to him, would she not be even more unfortunate?

The more the Elder of Destiny thought about it, the more certain he became he was right. He took the portrait and left with Xia Yuer.

Yet she had heaven’s favor and could be granted a second chance to correct the mistakes of her past. But what about Liu Chengyan?

People were like that: knowing full well they were in the wrong, they still muddled through from day to day under the force of habit.

There were still six days until Musa’s wedding. Would this “salvation” arrive in time? What consequences would it bring? Could I, too, be like Lian Pian and covet a brief moment of shallow delight, with no thought for everlasting vows?

Shi Zhiru was extremely displeased upon hearing those words. A force suddenly burst from the depths of her hair, striking his two palms apart. Zhao Zheng felt that Shi Zhiru was angry, and hurriedly lowered both hands to the ground, not daring to move an inch. Though he suffered no real injury, he felt limp all over and utterly uncomfortable.

As the fox spoke, it rose upright on two legs. With a shake, all its fur fell away; strangely enough, there was no tail behind it at all.

“Having once tasted death, if one still cannot let go of this, then that death was almost for nothing,” Shen Yan said with a smile, sensing Gao Yong’s emotions, and laughed aloud.

If he could just get a glance at it, perhaps he would discover what made the ingredients so unusual. Besides, no matter what, he should handle it himself.