Chapter 29: The Bitter Ruse

Song Qiao was instantly wide awake, a sense of terror flooding her entire being.

"Who is it?" she called out to the tall, back-turned figure.

The man heard her, but he did not turn around to answer immediately. Instead, he walked to a nearby table, picked up a teapot, and poured a cup of tea.

"You staged this act of self-sacrifice just to show it to me. Now that I’ve come, why are you pretending not to recognize me?"

As for this matter regarding Su Mu, Vermilion Bird naturally did not leave it out, providing an incredibly detailed account to her sister.

His sincerity was so profound that it made Qi Xuance feel as though he were not merely the Master of Artisan Lane, but an old friend of many years.

However, these magic missiles did not explode upon contact with the robots as they normally would; instead, they were deflected. Many struck Reinhardt’s barrier, causing it to crack further. "Seriously, Mage, I’m starting to suspect you’re a mole," the burly man couldn't help but grumble.

On a hillside, more than thirty Yuyang Sect disciples in their uniform vermilion robes were quite conspicuous. Zhai Xuanguang and his two companions landed directly on the slope, drawing the disciples in to exchange greetings and offer invitations to trade medicinal herbs.

The twenty or so young people in the hall were all Qi-Refining stage cultivators. Feeling his status and cultivation level superior, Le Jun excused himself to the others. Lang Xun had no choice but to have his sisters, Lang Zhen and Lang Xian, keep the guests company while he led Le Jun to meet Lang Congdao.

Wang Kurong looked at Ruohuo and said, "This place is indeed bizarre! Ruohuo, you are knowledgeable; what do you make of it?"

"So, it is Fellow Daoist Bo. I am Bai Changqing. Time is pressing and brooks no delay. Might I ask if the fellow daoists from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect have arrived yet?" A man of fifty or sixty, dressed in tight black attire and a black cloak, leaped from the flying carriage, cupped his hands in a slight salute, and asked with a solemn expression.

Su Zheng observed carefully for a moment and realized that Su Jiuyan was indeed using the White Tiger Heaven-Shattering Claws, though they were far more powerful and the attacks much sharper than the version he had practiced.

Qi Xuance understood that the awakening and assimilation of the twin mutant corpses must have been completed at that very moment.

Yu Banxia snorted. She felt she had been kind-hearted to warn Xu Zhengyi, yet he showed no appreciation and continued to spout nonsense.

With A helping to handle things, Ji Xingchen gradually sensed that something was wrong. She had never known her father to be away from the company for this long.

Xiao Yun did not hit the target directly in front of him; instead, he shot at the ground fifty meters away.

He had no idea what grand business his eldest brother was busy with; he hadn't been able to contact him since he returned to Zhongyang.

The people in the courtyard were quite surprised. Yan Fugui’s calculating nature was famous throughout the compound; even Qin Jingru was taken aback.

"That's true. Sister Qingwan is so kind-hearted, she wouldn't really be troubled by such things," Wei Ruo said with a smile.

Zhou Minglang also sent his congratulations. Unlike Qi Yue, who called directly, he sent a red envelope of ten thousand yuan, promising to send a larger one after the baby was born.

The man’s appearance was truly striking. Even in casual, somewhat out-of-place attire, he could not conceal the powerful aura surrounding him.

"Benefactor, I don't know how I can thank you enough for saying that." Madam Yuan was both delighted and deeply grateful.

She ordered Ling Ge to shut down all the ship's power systems to maintain silence, and for everyone else to head to the bridge.

The bureaucrat was furious, his green skin trembling and turning a faint shade of red. "Insolent! Is this a place for a lowly wretch like you to speak? Kill him!" He gently stroked the Fire-Cyan Ghost Blade, and trails of cyan flames began to emerge. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals grew wary, none daring to step forward.

"By the way, Zixiang, does your home have any secret chambers? I would like to go into seclusion." Seeing that Zixiang seemed to have truly forgiven him, Meng Qi sighed in relief and revealed his intentions to her.