Chapter 55: Certain Death

As evening approached, an invitation was delivered, sent by the new city lord, requesting the Qiu sisters and Su Meiqi to attend a banquet. Exhausted, Qiu Yurou declined, stating that from now on she would only be the woman behind Cao Mang, and no longer appear in public. Qiu Yumeng, having spent the day in meetings, was equally reluctant to socialize, so Cao Mang accompanied Su Meiqi in their stead.

In the opulent city lord’s mansion, members of prominent families and distinguished ladies gathered in abundance.

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Suddenly, a column of water surged from the cold pool, transforming into a water dragon that swept Yun Jinli directly inside. Only then did Xuan Ruowei emerge, for her current status forbade her from intervening in supernatural matters among mortals, lest her identity be exposed.

Mu Qingge had always been gentle with her, never speaking in such a tone. Rong Lingxuan, stunned by the rebuke, found her eyes brimming with tears.

Especially since Rong Yue spent her days clinging to Mu Heng, acting spoiled and willful; if Mu Heng didn’t indulge her, Mu Heng would be disciplined by her.

People of ancient times all possessed the habit of rising early. Now, just past the first quarter of the hour after dawn, every household was already awake, most busy with washing and dressing.

The power of the stone dragon was enormous; after the Yin-Yang Flower recovered to its peak state, its excess energy surged into Yun Jinli.

Of course, Ying Xuan would not place all his hopes on natural disasters. If that failed, he would have to orchestrate a man-made calamity before returning to the Divine Continent. If he destroyed all the crops in the fields under the cover of night, Ying Xuan believed these people would have no choice but to obediently follow them to the Divine Continent.

Lin Mumu rarely cried. Since her mother’s accident, she had not shed a tear. Her emotionless father offered nothing but disdain and curses.

Ye Jiaqi lay beside him, patiently and attentively watching him, doing nothing else—just quietly watching.

Mu Yuanbao spoke in such grave terms that, hearing it, Xu Ruolan realized that even if she wanted desperately to save Lin Ao Fu, it was impossible.

United, atop Bone Dragon Mountain and upon the Eight Trigrams diagram, all disciples of the Heaven Solitude Sect gathered their cultivation, their thunderous shouts echoing a single slogan, their momentum overwhelming.

Meanwhile, in the president’s office atop the building, Qingshan Yuan lay powerless in his chair. After working through the night, he was truly exhausted.

The next morning, after breakfast, Lin Chen walked to the classroom with Tian Suohui; today, they were in the same class.

Origami was a bit surprised. This fellow’s suicide seemed off; Kurumi Tokisaki in front of her had vanished, and a wave of deathly aura appeared behind her. A hot metallic gun barrel pressed against the back of her head, and Kurumi Tokisaki’s voice whispered past her ear, sending Origami into terror.

“This matter must be deliberated carefully. Attendance is mandatory, and the Thirty-Three Chiefs are a matter of great importance. Selecting the candidates must be done with utmost precision, and a month is far too short,” Qing Yunzi sighed.

“My master is in the residence; please follow me.” Pei Jian arranged a carriage to take the two to another estate. Nowadays, Liu Shifeng seldom stayed in the county office, preferring his own home where he enjoyed his retirement.

“Has the power of the spirit not returned to me?” Lin Chen held Wuhe Kotori tightly, his worry causing him to squeeze his arms around her.

When the people of Jade County witnessed their nearly frenzied incense-burning and worship, the faith generated didn’t even meet the lowest threshold for protection. Many faces flushed with embarrassment.

What he did not expect was that the giant python would slam him hard against the wall, his head bursting with blood. Even so, he was not entirely dead, still holding onto a sliver of strength.

After consecutively absorbing three martial traits, Xia Yan’s royal imprint evolved to an unprecedented level of perfection.

Alongside mental stress and financial hardship, she was also plagued by illness; when it flared up, the pain was unbearable. She had to take many medicines daily, losing much of her hair.