Chapter 61: Becoming a Concubine to the Young Master Cousin

Shen Zhineng felt little inside, but Yuzhu, standing beside her, had yet to learn how to conceal her emotions. Behind Pei Nian'an's back, she quietly rolled her eyes.

"Hmph, the Second Miss only puts on airs in front of outsiders; she is rotten to the core behind closed doors."

The more Yuzhu thought about it, the angrier she became, still remembering how Pei Nian'an used to scheme against her young mistress back at the estate.

Shen Zhineng patted her hand, signaling her to set her mind at ease.

As the extraordinarily handsome top scholar rode forth...

He had cherry-red lips and white teeth, sword-like brows slanting into his temples, and a rather delicate yet striking appearance. Clad in a fiery red robe, he exuded an overwhelming aura of dominance.

"If this matter can truly be accomplished, we must first thank Madam for her understanding." Lu Yao's temperament was very gentle. Having seen great storms and waves in the past, he restrained his emotions once more, which only made him appear all the more steady and composed.

Seeing Zhao Zilong emerge, Zhao Laicai hurried forward, grabbed his arm, and said anxiously.

He Xi once again executed a leaping dash, rapidly closing in on the energy entity. He unleashed a combo of provocation followed by a frenzy strike, causing the energy entity to instantly dissipate into a pool of green liquid.

An Shengxue seemed to have sensed something from their gazes, giving them no opportunity to speak at all.

However, Xu Fan's next chilling sentence made Yuan Kong's heart sink as if plunging into a frozen abyss.

***

After all, the four major sects combined with the imperial faction held a total of fifteen slots. With experts gathered here like clouds, being targeted would undoubtedly be a terrifying ordeal for anyone. Even if the two fellow disciples from the Sword Sect were to join forces in resistance, it would likely prove futile.

"Lift your clothes and let me take a look." Sun Shining's expression remained utterly calm. That demeanor bore no resemblance whatsoever to the stern and unsmiling Shen Nianyi of ordinary days.

"Why do I have a feeling someone just passed by?" The thin, emaciated demonic cultivator shook his head in lingering doubt, though he didn't take it too much to heart and drifted off to sleep once again.

Back when Zhao Zilong was expanding from Ferry Township to Changfeng County, he had encountered suppression from the Azure City Ax Gang. At that time, relying on Li Zhen's connections, Zhao Zilong had enlisted the help of the Changfeng Guild to deal with the Ax Gang.

The carriage returned just as the city gates were about to close. No sooner had it passed through than the heavy gates crashed shut behind them.

Had Su Ran changed over these past years? Or had something else transpired between her and Fu Yunzheng?

However, Fu Bao rejected the Emperor's summons. He didn't even need to embellish the story; simply reporting the sequence of events truthfully to the Emperor would be enough for His Majesty to personally step in and deal with that arrogant bastard.

The boss looked Liu Qingyang up and down, and upon confirming that he was indeed a living person, finally went downstairs to unlock the door for him.

Upon hearing this, Suiyi finally grasped his meaning. Her eyes rolled, a flash of clever mischief crossing her gaze.

Since previous assassination attempts had failed despite precise location intelligence, it was time to change strategy.

Yet even though she had given up, the situation was still spiraling in a direction beyond her control.

***

Although Li Shi held the noble title of Crown Prince, his situation was far from optimistic. Both he and the Second Prince, Li Yan, were born to the Empress, but the latter was far more favored by King Chu.

"So, you've come to tell me?" Suiyi arched an eyebrow, expressing skepticism.

Long Shisan dragged the blade across his palm. The baleful aura gathered by the ghost blade grew increasingly dense, gradually transforming into a massive "blood- Qi giant sword."

That final image from the dream—strands of black hair tightly bound around his body—was enough to make one's scalp tingle even upon recalling it now.

Afterward, he would exchange a few polite pleasantries, such as advising her to visit the company more often or sharing the latest gossip about the front desk receptionist.

Hiss~ Zhao Chi drew a sharp breath. Four hundred years had passed; could the demon race have fully prepared for war?

The Lord of Xiongzhen City blew on his half-white beard and glared at Su墨 with eyes as wide as bronze bells.

Xu Qinglang organized his thoughts. In truth, this fellow was probably much like himself—a "human" who had inherited a portion of siren power—except that he maintained a certain degree of initiative and his own controllable seals, whereas other "human realm walkers" might merely be puppets after all.