Chapter 58: When Three Walk Together, There Will Surely Be Two Tigers

The driver’s expression shifted from disbelief to shock, and then from shock to terror. Just a moment ago, Zhong Qin had been chattering away, but now her eyes were wide open.

“To share a car with me, is it so unbearable that you’d rather jump into the river?” Lu Qingfei quickly regained her composure and said, “Let’s go take a look.”

Lu Qingfei and Zhong Qin hurried out of the car and walked to the railing of the overpass, searching below for any trace of a figure. They saw Xie Yunjie in the river, pulling a girl up from the water, while not far behind him was a boy.

The pool’s water was icy to the bone, a relentless chill streaming ceaselessly from the roots of the Spiritshade Grass into its body. Whether it was a grand marshal-level powerhouse like Huangpu Zhanlin or Hou Yuanwu, or a prodigy like Ye Xingchen whose psychic attacks could grievously wound even a grand marshal, not one of them could withstand a single finger from a saint.

The Elven Sacred Tree was the lifeblood of the elves, her deity in her heart. Now, hearing Ye Xiong speak of its destruction, how could she not be shaken?

“Today is your wedding day; let’s not talk about this,” Princess Zixue shook her head and soon drifted aside to chat with Fairy Luo.

Yi Huiling’s facial muscles twitched. Suddenly, she turned, grasped a sharp scalpel, and lunged at Qin Luolin on the operating table. But she had barely taken a step when a cold gleam flashed by—a throwing knife embedded itself in her palm.

Although the domain’s coverage had not expanded, within this eerie realm the potency of the seething black ice flames had clearly surged in an instant.

This skull was obviously not human, but to which species it belonged was impossible to determine.

It was only then that Yang Chen recalled, after Chang Linfeng’s team, they had traveled together with Yunhu Peak’s team. Given Captain Yuan Fei’s temperament, how could he have shared much of the spoils with Chang Lifeng’s group?

“...Where are we?” Forcing herself upright, she gazed up at a sky as dark as a curtain—no moon, no stars, only thousands of fireflies fluttering, casting a dreamlike glow. The occasional clear birdsong in her ears was like family whispering softly in the quiet night, filling her with a rare peace and serenity.

Just as expected! Yingchun had only intended to test Sun Chengpu, yet with a single probe, she uncovered a problem. Aunt Jiang, blinded by personal resentment, gave not a thought to Sun Chengpu’s future—such a mother was truly the height of selfishness.

Yingchun sighed softly. She had never imagined that Sun Shaoyi, usually so silent and even a bit awkward, would harbor such progressive thoughts. In this era where men ruled, men like Sun Shaoyi were likely rare indeed.

In a thousand years, only Ling Tianxu, the kingly vessel, had emerged from the six eastern states. From birth to now, he was the region’s most watched figure. Everyone knew he was destined to be king.

The next day, Old Madam Sun rose very late. Having poured out all her troubles, her heart was finally at ease, and it wasn’t until the hour of Mao that she got up. By then, Yingchun had already gone to accept the concubines’ lessons in household rules.

A few maidservants, faces still streaked with tears, managed faint smiles. Their lady was truly unlike any other.

“If I weren’t like this, would you be satisfied?” Did he still have the energy to seek out anyone else?

After some searching, she finally felt the inner core at the location of the heart. It was icy cold, yet irresistibly alluring... This wondrous power could only be the inner core.

Looking at the quiet, reserved Yezi before her, Zhao Feiyan and Su Rumeng felt only a sense of estrangement and distance—there was not the slightest trace of joy.

“It’s just noodles with soybean paste. What’s there to be nervous about?” Shimura Yang rolled his eyes, but he still recited the entire process for making the dish.

Ghostface hadn’t even had time to call out before there was a sharp “swish,” and the mask on his face split in two. The slash from the bone-cleaver was skillfully executed—precisely cleaving the mask without leaving a mark on Ghostface’s skin.