Chapter 58: The Trial

Zhao Sui looked at Ji Ling. She had harbored a secret crush on Shen Yi for quite some time, only to be beaten to the punch by Ji Ling.

"This opportunity is not something I am giving you," Ji Ling looked at Zhao Sui with a hint of amusement. "If you like him, you are entirely free to pursue him properly. Whether he accepts you or not has nothing to do with me. We are only discussing sales."

"You can pull this off, right?..."

He had witnessed Bai Qimeng's passion for performance firsthand. Now that she had a grander stage to showcase herself, he should let her spread her wings.

Jiang Miying's eyes welled up with tears. After murmuring those words, she took another heavy gulp of alcohol. Yet, the pain within her remained, so excruciating that she could barely endure it.

"What do you think you're doing?! Didn't you hear me tell you to leave?!" Chu Mohe lowered his voice and roared, as footsteps echoed from not far away in a relentless succession.

The surrounding crowd chattered all at once, attempting to exert pressure on Zhang Li through such means.

For today's host was none of other than the reigning Grand Administrator, Defender of the Nation, Duke of Longde, Pillar of the State, and Commander of the Brocade Guard—Zhao Hao, a member of the imperial clan of the Great Song. He was currently at the zenith of his power, a deeply favored and scorching favorite right before the Emperor's eyes.

Bai Qingqing felt deeply remorseful as well. Had she not insisted on borrowing the magic orb, the current situation might never have unfolded.

For now, these two matters at hand took precedence. Were it not for these pressing issues, Bai Qingqing might have lent a helping hand to Dongfang Jingtian.

With those words, Lin Qing walked out of the office. The man's gaze suddenly shifted toward the glass pitcher filled with water beside his hand. With a sweeping motion of his arm, he hurled it to the floor. Water splashed across the tiles, and the cup shattered instantly into countless shards.

At that moment, Dongfang Jingyu propped one hand against the tree behind her, pinning Bai Qingqing against it in a classic cornering posture.

Out of caution, their strikes lost their previous decisiveness, and a lack of decisiveness meant they were no longer reckless.

"...Is our captain even five years old?" Wang Jian muttered while devouring a sandwich, staring wide-eyed at the unfolding argument.

Just as everyone began to suspect that Yingluo was an expert in the fundamentals of assassination, Ding Lin unexpectedly delivered this verdict.

"Ghost-Fear-Not, are you spouting mysterious nonsense again? If it were you, would you plant a gu poison inside yourself? Does a ghost-catcher get scared to death by ghosts?" I found it utterly bizarre. It had to be that Ghost-Fear-Not was worried about losing face and was deliberately putting on an act of profound mystery.

Upon receiving my master's telepathic transmission, I put away the Moon Shadow Sword and immediately set off toward the mountains a thousand miles to the south. As expected, the journey proved extraordinarily lively, teeming with cultivators all eager to seize the Moon Shadow Sword.

The bond between the two of them was perhaps something she could never fathom in a lifetime—was this what true love felt like?

When he finally returned home, over a dozen Brocade Guard brothers who had accompanied him to Liaodong were waiting in the courtyard. The most trusted among them by Qian Ning was named Liu Liang. Having been promoted to the rank of a Brocade Guard centurion by Qian Ning's grace, he was utterly subservient to him.

Judging by Yang Jiutian's perception, the wind-attribute spiritual pressure unleashed by the man in the bamboo hat just now was at least at the peak Saint realm. Yet, the opponent suppressed it effortlessly with a casual display of fire-attribute spiritual pressure. It seemed the other party's spiritual pressure was at least at the early Immortal realm or above.

However, just as the tips of her fingers were about to touch the red center, she paused, tapped the green answer icon instead, and was met with absolute silence from the other end.

Yet, remembering what Scholar Ding Ru had said—that if she ever encountered danger, she should take out the brocade pouch to find a way of escape—she pressed on.

As Zeus, the True Martial Emperor, Amitabha Buddha, and the Old Man of the South Pole—four mighty beings representing four major factions—submitted to Han Zhen, several majestic voices rang out across the heavens and the earth one after another, deeply shaking all living souls within the entire Profound Yellow World.

Watching their companions collapse to the ground one by one as headless corpses, the survivors felt as though they had plunged into an icy abyss or descended straight into hell. Terror completely filled their hearts, driving them step by step toward death amidst unrelenting dread.