Chapter 57: Consider It My Return of a Favor!

The Crown Princess’s expression faltered. She smiled, and yet tears began to fall.

“I never once suspected. Father bestowed this bracelet on me the day after my wedding. Mother said it looked lovely on me, so I’ve worn it ever since.”

Long Qianxun was caught by Elder Feng Xi and carried safely back down to the ground. Thanks to the elder’s intervention, he had suffered no injuries at all. Still, when Long Qianxun looked at the Soul-Severing Eye, a trace of fear showed in his face.

The group of several dozen all stayed at the Eastern Immortal Lord’s Manor. Long Qianxun and Chen Feng chatted happily, while he sent the others to tour the manor.

Shangguan Mengdong had just entered the hospital room. Leaning helplessly against the door, he watched the scene before him. It was as though they were the family and he was the outsider.

They were all at level four, yet that one-character difference had taken many of the old masters present more than a decade of effort to overcome.

Only then did Huangfu Yi’er understand: news of Old Master Ouyang Zheng’s recovery had gotten out, and the people who had come were from the Wang family.

Long Qianxun and Tie Feihu both nodded. They knew that Tie Ruoran must be feeling wretched. After she left, Long Qianxun and Tie Feihu resumed their discussion of ascension.

“Brother Haitao, just wait for me in the car. It’s so hot outside—why did you get out?”

Ye Shiqin’s cheeks were flushed, whether from the heat or from embarrassment. Her voice was soft and soothing. As she spoke, she took out a tissue and reached up to wipe his brow.

After Ran Wei finished speaking, Rong’er’s face turned pale and stricken. Madam Liu wanted to say something, but after being bested by Ran Wei several times, she no longer dared open her mouth.

“Third Young Master Long, would you mind coming with me?”

Liu Chuan opened the car door and stepped out. In a close-fitting brown leather jacket, her long hair falling over her shoulders, she leaned against the car and gave him a bewitching smile.

Irritated—utterly irritated. Even if Yixia admitted she had a good temper, she couldn’t help bristling with rage at this vile, shameless noise.

The satellite footage showed that the blast’s shock wave had even briefly knocked out the satellite monitoring Gagorgon’s movements. A few seconds later, the image returned to normal.

Wang Fan meant that the ancestral graves were in an excellent location, but the river was too close. They could build a dam along the bank and force the water back a hundred meters, keeping it from encroaching on the graves.

Hearing Perfected Bailing’s astonished question, the blood-robed cultivator did not answer. Instead, he planted the sharp sword in his hand upright in the yellow sand before him. He crouched low and moved both hands at once. As his fingers crossed and shifted, one strange hand seal after another formed between them.

Early the next morning, before most of the shops had opened, A-San and A-Si were already setting up a simulated match in the middle of the street.

The scene was more or less like this: a large living room. The victim sat on the sofa, face down on the coffee table. There was blood on the table and beneath it. Four sofas surrounded the table, which held some fruit and an ashtray filled with cigarette ash. There were several teacups, too.

“No!” The driver sounded anxious; his words came out in a fluster.

Seeing the onlookers step aside, Bing Xuanji smiled faintly and walked through the air toward Ming Shuang and Ye Lengyan.

“You two did very well.”

A crisp sound rang out! The geniuses before the wooden bridge stood dumbstruck. They saw only a sinister-looking youth, at the fourth level of the Soul Refining Realm, wielding an evil magic sword to break apart one wind-element slash after another. At times he moved with elegant, dance-like grace, turning aside to evade several slashes with a single perfect sidestep.