Chapter 110: Zhu Yu’s Deadly Move

Qingyun Sect, a secluded steward’s chamber deep within the Punishment Hall.

Zhu Yu stood by the window with his hands behind his back. Outside, the sea of clouds stretched and rolled, highlighting the sinister turbulence flickering in his eyes.

He had just finished hearing the report from his trusted aide about Bai Yueling’s imminent return to the sect.

Sharp-gold ore marrow, Earthfire Lotus Core, Golden Thornwood Heart… each was a rare and precious treasure representing the five elements, impossible to come by at will.

And yet, she had miraculously gathered them all in such a short span of time!

This meant—

Outside the cave, the Wu Ghost tribe’s members still stood guard in layers, leaving no chance for Ling Chi to escape. Moreover, at this point, Ling Chi had brought along Jian Hexing.

However, just because Ming Si bowed his head and offered peace did not mean I had to forgive him. So, I didn’t look back at him, nor did I pause to wait.

This was a contest without suspense. The remaining few at Yunyin Temple were no weaker than Yun Chi and the others, yet within a thousand moves, the Tianji Sect was decisively defeated.

Chu Xiangsi was caught off guard, watching helplessly as he soared away, reaching out only to grasp a falling corner of his garment.

Tonight’s moon was extraordinarily full, its bright light illuminating every speck of dirt on Niu Geng’s face. Behind them, the dense tiled city occasionally flickered with lantern light, but ultimately returned to silence. In the distant mountain forest before Ling Chi and Niu Geng, startled birds would occasionally burst into the sky.

Every time they stared fixedly at him and his brother, they looked utterly infatuated, nearly drooling and nosebleeding, mistaking it for fainting or death—that expression made him deeply displeased!

Even though Ling Siyuan didn’t say he’d punish me, going to the punishment room to receive the penalty definitely wasn’t just for show.

When Li Jiaqi took He Yingdong’s hand and approached Ye Huanyan, Ye couldn’t help but smile.

Zhuge Liang’s fingers gently rubbed the mark between Ruan Meng’s brows, and only then did Ruan realize how close they had become.

“Wait, wait, Nuanxin, did you just say the child in Ji Xinliang’s belly isn’t Xiao Yan’s?” Fang Mulin had clearly heard it, but she doubted her ears and couldn’t help asking again.

“I heard LeBron has been quite busy lately.” On the plane, Ross, whose face seemed to wear a constant smile, chatted with Xu Yong. After enduring the night of the fifty-point loss, he had noticeably become much more cheerful.

His hands reflexively pressed on Lin Fan’s shoulders, his fair, jade-like face tinged with a rosy flush.

But there seemed to be another way, which was to “devour” it—whenever their bodies met, a stirring grew in his abdomen, but this enemy was clearly not as docile as the one in the county office; that softening never appeared again.

On the long street outside the prefecture office, Li Piaoqing stared coldly at the person before him, fingers idly toying with the ornamental feathers on his lost jade sword.

The explosive blaze bloomed on the surface, and the whirlwind it stirred up overturned the off-road vehicle that hadn’t yet fled far.

“You? Mr. Luo, excuse me, but with such a big matter, are you really in charge to make decisions?” Feng Jinghong’s hope was dashed again upon hearing Xiao Yudi would not return today.

“Director Xiao, that long dress is quite beautiful today.” Chen Chuliang waved cheerfully at Xiao Yudi.

She boarded the carriage leaving the palace, which was piled with many precious items intended as gifts for Shen Hanzhang.

She didn’t care who was right or wrong, only knowing she despised Lu Youzhu, and resolved to oppose her to the end.

Hearing Lin En’s words, Klein could already guess what was coming next, and he suddenly felt an overwhelming embarrassment, like a drunken adolescent misdeed being recounted by friends—wishing he could burrow underground like a two-story villa.

Also, how did this guy know he would need eye drops and prepare them in advance, then sharpen his blade ready to strike? Pah, I am no sheep to be slaughtered!