Chapter 36: Take Your Own Life

Cao Mang’s back was a tapestry of stars. Nine fierce dragons hauled a bronze coffin engraved with intricate patterns, one of them coiling menacingly above. Chains stretched from the coffin, and eight more dragons of varying forms extended across his body. Two ferocious dragons arched over his shoulders, reaching his chest, forming the image of two dragons playing with a pearl. Two more wound down between his chest and navel...

Her cheeks were flushed, unable to meet Ye Tian’s gaze. Wang Bingbing could only keep adjusting herself to avoid embarrassment. Although Qin Yu sensed scrutinizing eyes from behind, he paid them no mind.

“Don’t worry,” Wu Yang said, kissing the Saintess lightly on the lips before dissolving into a white glow that soared into the sky.

Ye Tian cried out in alarm—he hadn’t expected Wang Ke’er, a police officer, to be so unguarded. The pebble was no ordinary object; if it turned out to be dangerous, things could take a dire turn.

That night, I had a sorrowful dream, so vague and unclear. All I remembered was crying, gazing at Chen Shi’s departing figure for a long time.

“It’s like this…” Lin Junwei explained the cultivation levels of the ancient martial world in simple terms.

At this, Li Longji found himself unable to speak further—of course he understood now, how could he not comprehend her feelings?

A flicker of panic crossed Lin Shiyu’s eyes. She had only called out to Ye Chen in a moment of annoyance, not expecting anything to come of it.

Xiao Jiangyuan knew Jingzhong’s courtesy toward Lü Yun-niang was merely superficial; in truth, he kept his distance and barely spoke to her. So this initiative to converse seemed oddly out of character.

Ye Tian began to recall the confrontation with Sima Yun. Though Sima Yun had learned the essence of “Fusion of Wind and Cloud, Infinite Maha” from the forbidden chamber of Tiangate, when it came to using it, he seemed clumsy and unbalanced.

“So Utto was in contact with Ximen Wuji all along,” said Ximen Zhe. He knew that for Ximen Wuji to keep things so hidden, Utto’s help must have been crucial.

She sighed deeply and gave the troublesome sofa a hard kick, then wandered around his spacious office.

Lechi opened her eyes at the same moment as her, twisting as if to leap up and investigate, only to be pinned firmly by Rose.

Chen Nian knew He Zhen had come for her, but since his arrival, apart from asking her name outside the manor, he hadn’t spoken another word. Once inside the hall, he and Feng Junyang discussed only the matters of Yiping, treating her as if invisible—she hadn’t expected him to raise such a direct question with Feng Junyang.

“I only need to see you. Is this how you, Lord of Solitary City, treat your guests?” Tang Meng retorted, her concealed weapon at the ready.

Only now did Li Lufei notice the large tear on the outer thigh of his pants—a clean, smooth cut, clearly the result of the “mechanic” on the bus’s handiwork.

“The divine body destroyed, the divine heart shattered. Lord Zhao finally won.” Yue Fei frowned, gripping his injured wrist, yet quietly sighed.

“Zeng Luo…” Shang Peidi murmured, his deep gaze suddenly filled with obsession and resolve. Just as he stepped forward, a soft knock came from behind.

Feng Junyang smiled indifferently, raising his cup to toast Chaoyangzi. Chaoyangzi’s thoughts were simple, and Feng Junyang deliberately sought his favor; after a few words, the mood at the banquet grew harmonious.

Soon, Kaka and the others had found their future homes, were led to the hall by the steward, and before Ao Tian could invite them to sit, the rogues settled themselves without ceremony.

Chen Li did not waste words in argument. With a burst from his Nimbus Cloud, he shot through the bamboo forest, leaped over the carp pond, and arrived at the Bodhisattva’s sanctuary.