Chapter 59: Sherlock

In that fleeting fraction of a second, the name Peony evoked countless once-cherished memories, rushing wildly into Xia Xun’s mind. In the same instant, a profound wave of shame washed over him, making him feel like a ruthless executioner slaughtering the innocent.

"Hush," Muyu turned her head to whisper, then fell silent. Chen Chen shrank her neck and stopped speaking.

As she walked to the edge of the arena, a cold sneer curled the corners of Yunxian's lips, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the faces of the Qimen disciples seated nearby. Having spent over a decade as a punching bag in the Zhang family, she certainly had not survived out of cowardice. Now that she was free of burdens, very few people could ever force her to swallow her anger again.

This was a skeleton that closely resembled a giant dragon. However, compared to the dragons Yi Feng had seen before, this one possessed an extra pair of wing bones. Had it been alive, it surely would have boasted a pair of exceptionally long and broad wings.

The boss was a gigantic black boar, thick-waisted and broad-shouldered, clad in somewhat comical equipment. Wielding a pair of fine-iron short axes in each hand and standing on its hind legs at over three meters tall, it looked anything but an easy boss to kill.

Pei Ji’s temples were already speckled with grey as he entered his septuagenarian years. Yet, this elderly prime minister seemed possessed of an extreme lust for power, still retaining half the control over the imperial court of the Huaxia Kingdom to this day.

Though caught in a passive stance, the Nine-Clawed Purple-Gold Divine Dragon was not entirely without recourse. At this moment, its entire body blazed with a brilliant purple-gold radiance, its momentum climbing relentlessly.

They had degenerated into the indigenous peoples of the four major domains, even though they still clung to the pride of an ancient clan! Likewise, if the so-called deities of the ancient clans were to enter the otherworldly immortal realm, perhaps even a wild beast could trample them to death. A deity holding the capacity of a river was as different as heaven and earth from a deity holding the expanse of an ocean.

Li Buzhou quietly trailed behind Li Dachong, observing precisely what Li Dachong intended to do.

Early the next morning, Qiao Siran got up and intercepted Jiang Li just as he was about to leave for work.

Xia Bo leaned against the car door and said indifferently, summoning the system. Just a moment ago, Feng Xin had sent him a message, telling him that the highway she described bore a striking resemblance to the special highway she had traveled on. Right then, she was heading back the same way to check whether they were on the exact same special highway.

"Please make way, everyone. The treatment was successful... but the loss of his left arm is truly irreversible. Please let the patient rest in quiet." A medical ninja wheeled Tomie out of the temporary treatment room and settled him into one of the rare private cubicles.

Disappointment filled the eyes of this clan member, as if his faith had collapsed. Previously, he had taken immense pride in his clan and sneered at Lin Xiaotian for "betraying" it. Yet who would have expected the clan's ruling faction to commit such despicable acts? What reason was there left to pledge loyalty to such a clan?

Xiao Ningchan's first reaction upon reading Yin Yaoyao's message was to go work as a waitress at her own family's restaurant. On second thought, however, if her internship report stated that she had worked as a waitress, she would soon be summoned by her professor for a stern reprimand.

Consequently, immense attention was also drawn to the martial art known as the "Blood Body Transformation," a mystical technique that only true martial arts prodigies could cultivate.

Song Yu complained a bit more, but after Qiao Siran offered soothing words, she finally managed to placate him. After repeatedly urging him to track down the list of those imprisoned back then, she hung up the phone.

Upon hearing that the clothes were the ones she had personally selected, Su Zimo grew eager to change into them and immediately turned back toward the fitting room.

Corpse poison could empower those who practiced "corpse-refining," allowing them to achieve the same strength as someone with the mastery of the Golden Bell Shield without exerting massive effort.

It was not until the silent Water Demon Great Sage was pierced entirely from head to toe by the Azure Lotus Sword Qi that the wind-sunder roar of the sword energy finally reached everyone's ears.

Three demonic phantoms emerged from Meng Xuan's sides. Swirled in black mist that condensed into robes, their figures flickered between solid and ethereal, yet their faces remained distinct and resolute, resembling devout believers.

Meng Tiantian looked at Qin Yue, then at Chen Jing, and finally fixed her gaze on Zhou Hexu, naturally repeating the same request she had just made. However, Zhou Hexu no longer indulged her demands as he used to. Upon learning that Zhou Hexu had refused her, Meng Tiantian's eyes widened even further in sheer disbelief.

The design director who used Pudding—a deity in the fashion design world—as a supporting act turned out to be the boss's wife?

They were none other than those fishing men who had sneaked into the malevolent ghost's home and murdered her previously inside the illusion created by the vengeful spirit.

Even though their king had wanted to kill them just moments ago, upon beholding Azick's true form, they still dropped instantly to their knees.

At this thought, Ziyu immediately summoned her hidden guards. After issuing a few brief instructions, a flash of her figure carried her away through another door.

That was a wall built of red bricks. On the other side of the wall, a few orange trees were visible, followed by a row of smoking houses.

Leng Li nodded slightly. Whether it was demonic firearms or goblin cannons, they were all supplied to the aliens by the Lin Family Army, and both sides had signed a soul contract. Their relationship shouldn't deteriorate to the point of an all-out war.

"In this matter, I listen to Mother. Where is Mother now?" Ling Miao had no desire to continue discussing this here.

She still remembered two years ago, when she had first married him, how his aloofness and indifference were etched into his very bones.

Chen Xiyuan thought resentfully that Ye Chu was a scorpion-hearted beauty; yet, however unwilling he felt, he was forced to lavish praise on Ye Chu with his lips.

Ningfeng was probing for information, eager to uncover the true nature of the situation. He refused to believe this was merely a routine medical consultation. There had to be some hidden secret involved; otherwise, if it were simply a matter of seeing a doctor, they would have stated it outright and not made it so deeply mysterious.

To put it in a single phrase, Ye Chu was Wan Yihui's beloved darling. Whoever upset Ye Chu to the point of tears would immediately find themselves cut off by Wan Yihui on the spot.

Closely following behind, Li Xiaoyao reached the edge of the cliff, cast a single glance downward, and leaped forward, his body swiftly swallowed by the thick mist lurking in the darkness.

Ye Chu was currently preoccupied with Lu Huai's affairs and had no spare energy to deal with her, yet Ye Jiaro, standing right beside her, insisted on crowding close to chatter nonsense.