Chapter 48: The Ledger

Shen He hesitated, her gaze shifting to Asheng, whose face had drained of all color, pale to a frightening degree. Fine beads of sweat shimmered under the faint light on his forehead.

Under the lamp, Bauer's split-leg stance was astonishing—his two snow-white legs tensed, muscles taut, embodying a powerful beauty.

The two treasured artifacts of the Xuan Emperor each contained a terrifying world. As they descended upon Yang Nan, he found no escape. Should he endure the Seven Spirits Punishment within the Haotian Furnace, a torment even gods could not bear, or enter the Haoyuan Immortal Bell, soaring into the nameless void?

Now, the situation in Water Curtain City had descended into utter chaos. Outside the city, the armies of the Wolf Clan, Scorpion King Clan, and Black Phoenix Clan surrounded the town in an impenetrable siege. A grim atmosphere spread as the imminent battle loomed, and the already sparse streets instantly became a scene of disorder.

“All right, let’s begin. Taro, I have prepared a banquet. Please do honor us with your presence later.” The Yamamoto family, a prominent clan in the Eastern Isles, wielded deep-rooted influence; everyone had to show some respect, especially since this was a display of the Yang nation’s prestige. The mayor had already issued orders for the reception of distinguished guests.

He found it strange—the other party’s expression was completely different from that of the Qinggang representative earlier. Now, when looking at him, it seemed as if they were even more enthusiastic than when facing the crown prince.

Ling Tian understood the implication in Shangguan Zhenghao’s words, and immediately resumed their chess match. In the end, the game concluded in a draw.

Thunder’s eyes flickered briefly but he said nothing, bowing his head. The same words were repeated every year; the emperor treated it as a routine matter.

The Blood Coffin absorbed the blood gold, often appearing on the ancient battlefields of the prehistoric cataclysm. This matched exactly the origin of the stone coffin as described by the elder. The two were now certain that the stone coffin spoken of by the Beast Ancestor was the mysterious coffin within Xingfei Jiaozi’s space.

The morning sunlight gently filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window into the room. The alarm clock on the bedside table rang repeatedly. A slender, pale arm extended from the covers to switch it off. After nearly a minute, Jiang Ruoxi sat up, glanced at the time, and realized if she didn’t get up soon, she’d be late for her first class again.

From her bosom, she took out a delicate embroidered handkerchief and lightly wiped a streak of fresh blood from the jade-green silk leaf. Xiao Yueye casually tossed the handkerchief aside.

Unlike the lively bustle inside the Holy Capital, the outskirts were eerily quiet deep into the night. Qin Chen wandered through the forest.

“Let go... If you don’t let go, the Laughing Grass will be gone for sure.” Zhou San gripped the prison warden’s hands, craning his neck to shout, but the sound was muffled by the hands choking his throat, producing little movement.

That day, Fu Jinyan also waited outside Song Qingxiao’s house the entire day. From morning, he watched Han Chao enter her home and never leave.

After much effort, Chen Runze managed to carry all these things upstairs. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the sofa.

Just as Zhang Nan sat down to speak, Chen Runze waved his hand. “Not a word yet. Let me sort this out again.” Seeing this, Zhang Nan immediately fell silent and waited quietly. Chen Runze pondered for a long moment before nodding at Zhang Nan, signaling her to speak.

When the Northern Realm King learned of the Earth Dragon of the Thief Land, he realized that under the same conditions, multiple lives could be resurrected simultaneously. Thus, he planned to revive those who had died at the hands of Frieza’s faction on Namek.

“Power outage! Power outage!” Fu Renran saw the opportunity and eagerly tried to push the man off her.