Chapter Fifty-Four: False Feelings and Pretended Intentions

Chi Xiaoxiao—or rather, the Demon Lord Chixiao—smiled sweetly at Ling Qiqi, while the injured Yu Zhen stood quietly behind him.

“Well… this is truly unexpected.” Facing a familiar face only added to Ling Qiqi’s inner pressure. She glanced at Yu Zhen and Chi Xiaoxiao, clearly in league with each other, and spoke in a calm tone.

Two beads of sweat trickled down from Ling Qiqi’s hairline, trailing along her gentle cheek to her jaw, before falling with a soft splash to the ground.

“My sister, did she order you to kill her?” Chi Xiaoxiao tilted her head slightly back, addressing Yu Zhen.

Yu Zhen clutched his bleeding arm, head lowered, giving no reply. Since he didn’t outright deny it, his silence was as good as an admission.

Ah, if only…

He sat by Liu Ziyun’s bedside for a long while, speaking to her as she lay unconscious, transformed into a wizened old woman with chicken-skin and white hair.

Yet he never imagined that the man Duanmu Jie brought home would be even more domineering than himself, treating human lives as worthless, killing without a second thought—a masterful assassin.

I don’t know why Susu is living in a hotel now. I only know that Qin Yang, whose career was soaring and whose aura was unstoppable, would never have suddenly died so easily.

“This…” Jian Ning couldn’t bring herself to stop him, nor did she know what to do to win him back. But it was clear that Gu Jingchen had no intention of staying the night. She felt defeated and helpless, completely at a loss.

By now, it was already too late. The old man had followed the clues and successfully found his way into the heart of the underground palace.

This had always puzzled Joy, for in her eyes, Ron couldn’t wield battle energy; some sword techniques should only be possible when he merged with his summoned beast. Yet somehow, he could perform them with ease in everyday life.

Pressed by Chang Baxian, White Snake dared not challenge Mo Fei. Besides, after entering the tomb, harmony was paramount—one misstep could wipe them all out. Thus, White Snake remained unfailingly polite towards Mo Fei.

Destroying these aqueducts—let’s see how much longer you can run rampant. Gen Haozi struck down with his sword, causing a mass of earth to collapse. The demon clan’s experts, caught in the swamp, looked at one another in silence; none dared intervene.

A long, entangled love stretched over many years, always twisting and rejoining after every break. This time, things had spiraled too far out of control—surely, enough was enough.

“Even if it’s not the nine volumes of the Daoist Canon the elder mentioned, it’s still related to Daoist magical arts!” After observing for a while, Yang Tian became increasingly certain that this was a Daoist relic.

Looking at Captain Mitaro, Captain Kaji felt a surge of anger—wasn’t this just trying to trip him up? Though they were rivals, now was the time to unite.

Wu Dalang had said: if you don’t see sixty patients in a month, then you’ll be paid by the number of people you treat.

The sword light finally brushed past him, flying up into the sky… The inn’s roof above was blown away by the sword energy, which seemed, as it faded into the air, as if it could pierce a hole through the heavens themselves.

“My lord, you—!” Chu Yan tightened his grip on the battle flag, staring at Cai Xu in tense astonishment.

These were the materials he would use to refine the Primal Chaos Qi. So many supreme-grade spirit stones represented most of his fortune; he’d even exchanged for large quantities of rare ingredients to gather enough. His various avatars had been toiling over this for some time, expending immense effort.

By the tea table, Elder Li in his scholar’s robe pondered for a moment before turning to Feng Guanyu and speaking slowly. Feng Guanyu was a rising star directly under the Immortal Alliance, the most dazzling young noble of the alliance before Gu Jian’s rise.

“President Qian, you… please mind your words. Our game may not be perfect yet, but it’s the result of all our staff working day and night. It’s definitely not some trash!” Li Ming’s patience had its limits—he had a temper too. Now, he finally exploded, glaring angrily at Qian Lai.

Yet when Chu Yunduan stepped into the cemetery, he felt the world spin and twist around him, and suddenly found himself in a new place.