Volume One Chapter 88: The Mysterious Origins of the Kingdom of Jiangjin

He stepped forward and picked up the cultivator’s black dagger, surprised to find that it was also a formidable weapon. Li Daoran channeled holy power into it, and the dagger immediately became razor-sharp, yet there was no disturbance on the surface—silent and deadly. The pitch-black blade seemed to absorb even the light around it.

The Stone of Sacred Mark itself was a condensation of the world’s laws—not rules understood or created by man, but those inherent to the universe itself.

Because of this, he quickly changed his strategy, weaving left and right, shifting direction erratically and without pattern.

There was nothing to be done; after all, it was his wife's school. Director Tang, commonly known as Old Tang, was his wife Yang Zhi’s homeroom teacher.

With a quip about mutual harm, Tan Taizi Jin couldn’t hold back a laugh, then stole a glance at Ye Fei, who glared back with a bandit’s wildness.

No one at the scene sensed anything before it happened. I don’t believe it was the palace guards’ negligence or incompetence; the murderer must have used disguise or illusion magic, borrowing the identity of one of the guests.

Zone 2 was one of the core districts of the capital, so its commerce was thriving. Shops lined the streets, skyscrapers rose everywhere. But now, there were almost no pedestrians—only soldiers and police, and a thick, tense air of danger.

The news came so suddenly, so abruptly, like a bolt of lightning striking Li Yanfo straight in the chest.

If a toad dares to covet swan’s flesh, how could he not wish to become an inner disciple, to bask in glory?

Cold Moon smiled and helped Long Lan’er to sit down. Just then, Green Qiao, who served the Empress, appeared at the door, carrying a gold-inlaid tray with a steaming bowl of medicine.

“So you want to fight for turf? You’ll have to ask my fists first!” Nu’er’s furious roar seemed to make the entire Hanboya planet tremble.

Xiao Le opened her eyes and saw, once again, the rotund man she had just been quarreling with. He was now fuming, pointing at Mei Qingxiu, whom Xiao Le was carrying in her arms, and started cursing loudly.

Thanks to Xiao Le’s reminder, everyone’s stomachs started rumbling in unison, echoing like an empty city’s lament. The chorus was even more impressive than their earlier mixed laughter and tears, and each of them couldn’t help but burst into surprised laughter.

Rong’er, having regained the emperor’s favor, became even more spoiled and willful, raising more spotted deer in the garden. She claimed it was for her delight, but only Li Longfei knew that Rong’er kept the deer for their antler blood.

Fuyunxi felt an inexplicable ache at those words; Gong Yixuan had truly forgotten her. But for now, the most important thing was to visit the Holy Emperor, for this concerned Lvzhu’s life and Meiyan’s injuries.

Only then did Ye Hua remember that Huang Ming had never received an assassination mission. He killed Lin Luochen for nothing—he wouldn’t get a single coin.

In the blink of an eye, the Hummer was again the scene of chaos and terrified screams. Amid the panic and shrieks, the Hummer finally reversed, screeching as it braked and the engine roared. With a frantic drift, it turned and sped away, disappearing in a rush.

But at that moment, a familiar presence wrapped around her neck—tightening, restraining her, awakening her.

Qiu Lingyang tried to calm herself; only with a clear mind could she figure out how to deal with this man. But under his relentless provocation, it was nearly impossible to find peace.

This child had suffered so much in his mother’s womb—so many grievances. Ye Li really wasn’t a good mother.

She had thought the angriest would be Beichen Yu or Qingyu, or at the very least Wuling, whose entire heart was set on Qingyu.

It was not a mansion so grand as to make one’s legs weak, but it suited her tastes perfectly.

The North Garden had been burned beyond recognition—broken walls and ruins, all Ye Zhen’s handiwork. At that time, her mother’s memorial tablet was still inside, and it, along with the North Garden that had brought her a lifetime of shame, was sent to hell together.

“Sorry, Director Xia, my friend just returned from abroad and I must keep her company. Director Xia, I’ll be leaving now,” Lu Zhanyan said with a smile, hurriedly pulling Xu Jing into the car.

The gates of Phoenix Palace were tightly shut. At the cry of “The Emperor arrives!” Luo Danqing’s face lit up with joy. Yet she deliberately applied powder to look wan and frail—her hair loose to her waist, her bun unkempt, as if she had just awakened from a long illness.

“It should be enough. Even if it’s not, the camera will make up for the flaw,” the manager said with a smile.

“Nonsense! I have never feared the supernatural. Where did this grudge dare to stir up trouble in my palace? I’ll skin it alive!” The king’s eyes flashed, and he cut off An Tier’s words with an angry roar.

With that, the hard training began. Chen Tairan, seeing the situation, knew his role was finished—it was time for the two junior brothers to forge ahead on their own.

It was terrifying, as though a will had been trapped in a dark prison for eternity, never to be released.

She suspected Ye Mo might be the inheritor of some deity’s legacy, though he himself seemed unaware. Otherwise, she couldn’t fathom how the hellfire appeared.

“If I lose tonight, am I still worth pursuing?” Ximen Jinlian suddenly smiled with deep meaning. Was he pursuing her, or her skill at gambling on stones?

I followed his arm and found his hand pressed tightly against his heart. It seemed he wasn’t just cold, was he?

“I helped you retrieve your legacy. How do you propose to thank me for such a favor?” Ling Feng said with a playful tone.