Chapter Ninety-Eight: So She Was “Cousin-in-Law”

Even the Murong clan, vast as it was, could not compare with a diamond-forging master. The words of that enigmatic master were laced with deep sarcasm. In another man’s ears they might have sounded baffling, but Murong Duan understood them perfectly. His face turned livid, and he did not know what to say, afraid only of angering the diamond-forging master, who clearly held him in contempt.

And the demon lord, so formidable, so overwhelmingly mighty, vanished without a trace after a single journey to the mortal realm, and was thus judged dead.

Besides, I already informed them of this last night. That fellow Xin Xuan even patted his chest and made a guarantee, though who knows what kind of trap he is cooking up again. Still, it hardly matters. As long as it is a trap for the enemy and it works, that is enough.

Her fingers were now nimble enough for her to feed herself and drink soup, though her strength was still lacking.

A meme of the Golden Hall Master pierced through Thousand Kings’ chest. No one had expected that in the final arena match, a basic skill from the lower tier would become the decisive killing move.

“Uh...” As Ling Tian spoke, he immediately felt something was off. After hearing Gong Bingrui’s words, he could not help but blush with embarrassment. What a humiliating blunder that was.

Even among brothers, accounts must be settled clearly; there is sound reason in that. The matter between the Ling family and Ling Tian was proof enough of everything.

He spoke with lofty righteousness, and some utterly nonsensical excuse sounded from his mouth as though it were an imperial decree issued by the Sovereign of Heaven to the mortal world, something everyone must obey.

After getting out of the car, the courtyard was rather quiet. In the center, where the sunlight was brightest, stood a complete set of stone table and chairs. An old man sat in the stone chair, gazing intently ahead.

“Tch! You’ve already forgotten what she even looks like, and you still dare talk about something as lofty as inner conviction.” Lone Wolf sneered disdainfully.

Long Qi let out a cold snort. Without the slightest pause, his glinting arms struck straight toward the dazzling golden arms rushing in from the front.

Once the order was given, there was no turning back. Blades and swords were lifted high; the snow-bright arc of steel formed a singular silver moon in the dark night. Blood stained the weapons, dyeing that silver moon a brilliant crimson—seductive, and merciless.

Wang Jie could not help but step back, coughing a few times before saying somewhat awkwardly, “Uh... Miss Ru Shuang, it’s good that you’re all right. It’s good that you’re all right.” He did not know what else to say and stumbled over his words.

That outward calm from Liu Moyan only made those with ulterior motives seethe in secret. After all, they had prepared many hidden moves, waiting only for Liu Moyan to make a move. By then, the tide would have been set, and he would not have long to live.

On the surface, Xuan Ming treated Jinse no differently than usual, perhaps even a little better than before. Yet for some reason, whenever Xuan Ming saw Jinse, he would think of the night some days ago when he had brought her back, and of what the First Prince had said to make him keep her.

When Shanghai Ma Chao heard that it was not about entering the Battle Gate, that feeling of disgust vanished at once. As for the project Wang Xiu mentioned, Shanghai Ma Chao was merely curious.

Especially his combat power, which had already reached sixty thousand—surpassing all the tailed beasts before they had undergone tempering.

Seeing that if he kept running forward, he truly would have no chance of winning, Zhongli Shuo gritted his teeth. He turned his head toward Jinse, and one of his hands slowly released the reins.

Duan Jinrong let out a cold snort and rubbed his face. His features were already steeped in sorrow. Daylight was breaking, and he still had a hard battle ahead.

“Brother Li, when we go to Qiantang this time, take the three of us with you. Betty has never been to Qiantang, and we sisters can show her around,” Yiling said. Yiling and Miaorui had been bought by Ye Wan from a brothel in Qiantang, so of course they knew the city well. Seeing that Li Ye was planning to go there, they wanted to follow him and revisit old places.

Around the flesh wall near the heart, countless tendrils began to sprout and lengthen, ready to stab toward Lin Yunxuan.

Just one glance—merely an utterly ordinary glance—was enough to make even Lin Yunxuan’s body in the real world tremble, and the control over his three game avatars was cut off in an instant.

The next morning, when I woke up, Sana had already recovered her spirits. After washing up, we checked out at the hotel front desk and left.

Looking at the junior sisters and disciples gathered in the living room, Xie Jun scratched his head and glanced at his master seated in the main seat, as well as Chen Xingde leaning against the wall, pretending to be idling about while actually straining his ears to listen.

“That does sound like a good idea, but before that I still have something important to take care of,” Dong Jie said with a faint smile.

The call had come at just the right time. Chen Luo was secretly delighted. He pulled out his phone to look, only to stare dumbly when he saw that it was actually a call from Le Xue.

“Arrogant enough to make even your old Uncle Zhao close his eyes in peace—that much is beyond question!” said the disciple who had kicked Gu Zhong down, smugly.

Di Jie’s reasoning was not bad. In Drainage Village, I truly had not been his match. Unfortunately, I am no longer the me I was then. Once the soul-controller makes one wrong move, the whole board collapses.

The price-flatterer beside Du Hao naturally felt that his master’s words were perfectly reasonable. There was a reason Du Hao could be so arrogant: with cultivation at the half-step Soul Refining realm, he was already among the very top in the Profound Cultivation Department’s trial.