Chapter 56: Unveiling the Truth of Mutation, Restoring Honor from the Brink

However, the occasional insights she showed into his habits surprised him—for example, knowing he drank coffee without creamer, or that he preferred a cup of plain tea before lunch. These small details caught him off guard, but he was too busy to dwell on them and dismissed it as coincidence.

After soaring about a meter away, Su Mutian’s feet touched the ground again, but he had no strength to stand, and his legs buckled as he collapsed.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Luo Zhiyuan stood quietly by the office window, gazing out into the courtyard. Two police cars roared in, followed by two black Santana sedans.

“Damn, this girl is pretty fierce!” Lin Tian muttered to himself before directly engaging in a fight with Aida Youmei.

“Brother Yan, Dragon Saliva isn’t literally dragon’s spit, so what exactly is it?” Li Zhuifeng couldn’t help but ask the old question.

Just as Nalan Yougu, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly flipped off the bed and grabbed his sword, rushing out of the tent. Across the mountains flanking Tiger Leaping Gorge, countless fiery spots snaked forward, accompanied by deafening battle cries. Suddenly, a band of orc cavalry charged across the army, heading straight toward Tiger Leaping Gorge.

Under such a devastating assault, many gasped and retreated. The last Xuan Ancestor of the Huahai Sanctuary let out a long howl that shattered the mountains, his whip descending like a river of stars.

“Thank you!” Having lived in the ancient times for a few years, Jiang Nuan still retained some modern habits. For instance, whenever she received help, she would always express gratitude.

“That’s nothing, but you’ve lost the shade of a great tree in your development below. Do you understand how serious the consequences are?” Elder Xie’s voice grew grave and low.

“How’s the situation now? Where have they reached?” After a long while, Yalie Kun’er finally asked Chu Yunxiao.

Sensing Long Xinglin approaching, the Blood Spirit Cold Spring trembled, and all the cold air within the cloud pillar surged toward Long Xinglin.

Hearing the sound of someone kneeling, Jiang Feng thought he must have misheard, but when he turned around, he found that Su Kouye was truly on his knees.

Tang Chao was more thoughtful than Tang Long. After all, Tang Chao had experience running his own company, which, though it failed, taught him many lessons. Tang Long, however, had none of this and did not realize that having money alone wasn’t enough to make a business profitable.

The Jade Void Sect was renowned in the martial world for its unwavering justice, eradicating many demons and monsters. When Luo Qianmo was the sect leader, it was Dye Peak who led the righteous forces in a surprise attack, devastating the Hundred Poison Sect and bringing great fame to the Jade Void Sect.

The emperor looked up at the cave, which was spacious, bright, clean, and tidy. Apart from some stone tables and benches in the center for resting, the rest of the floor was neatly covered with dry grass. Several torches leaned against the cave walls, illuminating the interior brilliantly.

Hua Yuning was somewhat anxious. No matter what happened before, no matter how the trial space’s rules were set, their connection had never been severed. This was the first time she had encountered such an event.

During the selection process, Xia Long’s brow was almost constantly furrowed. On one hand, he had to comprehensively assess the strength of the candidates; on the other, he had to consider who had the gravest crimes, who had killed the most guild members, and who had ordered the massacre of servants.

Willow Leaf Street lay east of the Moon Viewing Tower, separated by the governor’s mansion, so the journey was not short. Jiang Yin took out some silver and boarded a carriage.

Wen Qianqiu chanted slowly, and as he spoke, thunder rolled and snowflakes drifted down from the void. Soon, the clear pond was covered in white, and the world was suffused with a solemn, desolate atmosphere.

The fiercely fighting Ye Xiao was already covered in wounds, yet his constitution-based resilience showed no fear. Like a berserker, he fought more courageously with each clash, matching Teguula, who had taken the demonic dragon potion, blow for blow.

At this moment, these people’s presence here was strange enough, and seeing each of them burning with battle intent and murderous aura made it even more formidable.

Endless bloodlight transformed into three demonic god heads towering over thirty meters tall, opening their mouths to spew vast plumes of ghastly green mist that slithered like snakes toward the twenty or so priests and the reinforcements of ninjas.

Wang, writhing in pain on the ground, was utterly helpless. Living a life of luxury, he was naturally no match for someone like Master Han, who could still laugh amid severed tendons.

“Dad, please stop hitting Su Wei. If you kill her, Siqi will never come back... Dad, Su Wei has suffered a lot these years outside. Please let her go...” Xia Sihan clutched his father’s trouser leg, pleading desperately. He knew better than anyone that Su Wei was innocent.

Yun Zhi and Gong Chen’s footsteps faltered, exchanging a glance but saying nothing, before continuing forward.

“What’s wrong? Don’t recognize me anymore?” Hua Qianse lounged lazily, her back leaning against the dragon-carved bedframe, a faint smile playing on her lips.

After waiting a long time, Dai Dong found nothing unusual and had to give up disappointedly.

The steward brought Li Fu, who was in charge of the stables at the prime minister’s mansion. Seeing the crowd before him, Li Fu’s legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.

There wasn’t a single matter to resolve first; none of the issues had clear leads yet. He needed to investigate the situation before handling anything properly.

“Daddy instructed me not to disturb Mommy’s rest. I must wait until she wakes up before coming to see her. Otherwise—” Nu’er took a bite of the cake Chu Yunxi handed her, then suddenly covered her mouth, muttering only half the sentence.

Fang Qing thought for a moment, shaking her head uncertainly, then as if recalling something, she went into the bedroom to fetch her phone.

Yet Li Xiuning looked vibrant and energetic, causing Shu An to withdraw her concerned words.

“No problem, no problem at all, but the nine-tailed fox might be harder to find,” Yaoci hesitated before saying.

Though he couldn’t replace that demon moon in his heart, as long as she stayed by his side, that was enough.

Is there really such a coincidence in this world? Having just bought the marshland, it was washed into fertile fields by overflowing lake water two months later. Once might be accidental, but every time? Could it be that the Lu family possessed divine foresight, a celestial eye that predicted the future?