Volume 1, Chapter 24: Because of Love, Therefore No Longer Loving

Outside the Destiny Villa, a group of nine people arrived, carrying a yellow-curtained sedan chair adorned with Bagua hexagram patterns in the center. Once the sedan was lowered, an elderly man, frail and white-haired, stepped out.

Wang Cheng, his eyes slightly closed, opened them upon hearing the music. He listened intently for a long time; his obsidian eyes flickered, and a smile played on his thin lips.

In the distance, He Ying’s dimming eyes could vaguely make out a light ahead. The two were traveling toward that glow. He Ying felt a sense of urgency; she knew that if she did not leave now, it would be too late. However, while she might have been able to force herself to run a few steps earlier, she could now only twitch her fingers.

The Eighth Princess had married a good husband, and this thought brought He Ying a great sense of relief. In her heart, she had always harbored a deep sense of guilt toward the Eighth Princess.

However, entering the inner circle of the Demon Gu Sect gave him a new perspective. Whether it was the Green Sea, the Sacred Gate, the Demon God Altar, or the practitioners of the Demon Gu Sect, they were first and foremost people; only then did they possess their own stances, moral codes, and habits. The Demon Gu Sect was not entirely composed of villains, just as the major sects were not entirely composed of heroes.

"He never had a chance to speak. The moment they saw him, they attacked, leaving him no choice but to flee," said Consort Mei.

The difficulty of attacking this city was similar to that of the Chongtian Fortress; not only was the terrain treacherous, but the hundreds of miles of mountainous land between the two forts made logistics and resupply particularly arduous. Thus, a garrison of a thousand men on either side was sufficient to ensure safety.

After the Ugly Ghost returned to the wooden umbrella, I wanted to call Ranran out to persuade him, but I found she had vanished, likely off searching for Hu Heidan again. I worry that if she keeps drifting outside, something will happen sooner or later. It seems I must work harder to find He Shuo as soon as possible.

My mother was very unhappy about my father leaving home. Since my illness had just recovered, who knew if it might relapse? What if it did? Moreover, Da Hei had not yet awakened, and my father’s departure felt like an attempt to evade treatment. But my father’s mind was made up; no matter what my mother said, he remained unmoved.

"Stop! I will send a message back to Phoenix Capital immediately. You are not allowed to kill any more innocent people," the Taoist priest Ku hurriedly gestured to stop Leng Manyan, promising her that he would certainly send the message back.

"What is 'transmigration'?" Venerable Lan Xiang asked, thoroughly confused, as were Murong Lianhua and Li Luanqing.

"Your servant has reached a definitive conclusion: Consort Li was murdered by the Empress Dowager!" Seeing Dong Qilin’s hesitation, Li Qian threw out these words.

Therefore, Wang Ruxue decided to listen carefully to his opinions, adopting his viewpoints as her own and treating his suggestions and conclusions as the most accurate, unless they involved technical matters beyond his expertise.

***

Outside, another police officer was present, and neighbors stood at a distance to watch the commotion, many of them casting sympathetic glances.

"You have already destroyed their gang; I think that should be enough. She is just a girl—must you really go after her?" Lin Bin continued to block the doorway.

The second floor sold raw materials, such as agarwood, arranged quite neatly. There was only one clerk on this floor, and upon seeing someone brought in by his own shopkeeper, he merely glanced at them before returning to sorting the spices in his hands.

Seeing that no one was around, he untied his luggage, hid it in the shrubbery, and then walked through the factory area at a leisurely pace.

"Are these people crazy?" Shen Luoyao could hardly believe her ears; these people seemed to have their hearts completely blocked by greed.

All the insights from his consciousness were fed back to his Golden Core, and the Dao patterns flowing upon it began to disintegrate and reorganize.

It was two o’clock. Fang Ao blended into a tour group of twenty or thirty people and boarded the plane without incident. The moment the plane took off, he finally let out a long sigh of relief, his fists clenched tightly. As he stared at the clouds outside, his expression was cold and resolute.

"Alright, everyone, the water monster has been destroyed, and we can consider it avenging the dead. Let's leave here quickly while we can," Fang Zheng suddenly said.

At this moment, almost everyone’s gaze was fixed on Ji Yu. They were all wondering: facing the brave and peerless Dugu Jing, would the Ninth Prince shrink away and become a laughingstock?

"Zu’an is deeply grateful for your appreciation, my lord. In the future, I will surely do my utmost to handle every task for you," Li Zu’an said, bowing with excitement.

"Immortal of Luck," "Living Lucky Charm," "Once-in-a-millennium talent"—these terms might sound breath-taking.

"Everyone, do not be curious and lean out to look. If a Four-Legged Carp jumps out and knocks you into the pond, it won't be a laughing matter," Instructor Yun Feng warned.

Bai Lian finally understood the meaning of "a walking corpse," as she could now fully experience that feeling herself.

***

"The Turbid Dragon is, after all, a Yura. When he crossed the Dragon Gate, it was different from the ordinary ones. After all, they are two different worlds and two different dimensions. Therefore, the Turbid Dragon’s time should transition according to the time of our world," said the Yura Fierce Butterfly.

Zhou Mei, who had been supporting Li Lin, failed to notice his condition at all. Watching the intimate sight of Bai Qi and Xue Yuhan with their heads leaned together, a wave of bitterness surged in her heart, a wry smile flashed across her eyes, filled with deep jealousy and helplessness.

Although I wanted to warn her about the accident the following evening, seeing her fast asleep, I couldn't bear to wake her, deciding to caution her the next day.

Old Di did not know what his intentions were, but the look on his face suggested nothing good. The members of the [Gathering Ghost Gang] possessed significant power; one man with shoulder-length hair could summon ice shards to launch continuous attacks, while a bald man could rapidly summon plants to constantly dilute Old Di's white mist.

This point was well taken, and everyone began to discuss it. At this stage, it all depended on whether this was a genuine article.

Ye Jiayin glanced sideways at the man beside her, only to see him elegantly tilt his chin toward He Lun.

Looking at Li Hongyang, I shook my head. Although I did not want to believe that these wolves were so sinister, I had to admit that they indeed were. However, Li Hongyang did not know that I had not killed the Snow Wolf at all. In another dozen seconds or so, the Snow Wolf should wake up, and it would be more vigorous than ever.

Lin Jiayi, clearly capturing that trace of glee, looked at her assistant with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Then, chaos broke out behind us as many people scrambled to grab the hundred-dollar bills.