Chapter 82: The Fiancée

Cloud City is a prosperous port town, nestled between mountains and the sea, its commerce flourishing, and its lights dazzling like those of a city that never sleeps.

The night was deep, and the white orange blossoms in the neighborhood, heavy with dew, waited densely to bloom.

Lu Qingfei carried her belongings downstairs, scanned her surroundings, and spotted a black sedan—low-key yet unmistakably expensive.

The rear window rolled down, and a man’s arm emerged, holding a cigarette. His black shirt sleeve was slightly pulled up, complemented by a dark watch. A flicker of crimson glowed, highlighting his slender fingers.

Although Lu Yi witnessed this scene, he paid little mind, but it left many elders below dumbfounded.

Su Jiu frowned and asked, “Do we look frightening?” The others shook their heads.

This grand hall, the symbol of supreme power at the heart of Great Sui, finally quieted, lying dormant like the silent night of the capital.

No one expected Li Jingwei, after throwing the treasured sword of the King of Azure Cranes with his five-colored hand, to pay no attention to its outcome. Instead, he struck his own sword with a reversed palm.

Elsewhere, after Qi Yan left, he went straight to Spirit Sea City. As the largest branch of Heaven’s Secrets Pavilion, it was naturally the best place for gathering information.

Her earlier guess had been correct: that evil water dragon was no good, and its father was likely no better.

As long as one paid tuition, they could become a student at the martial academy, but which master one could apprentice under was another matter.

The attacks did not cease. As Yin Shaoming’s body swayed in the distance, the python’s tail pursued Lu Qi on the field, appearing and disappearing.

Yi Le glanced at the doorway, moved to tears—she was so touched she could hardly wait to rush out and hug Ayase, kissing her fiercely.

Immediately, she poured all the true energy she could muster into the Chiwen. The sword tassel unfurled in the wind, transforming into a brilliant red light that shot forth, stealing the color of heaven and earth.

Inside the prison wagon, the Muqiong soldiers and others, hearing the silence, opened their eyes. They discovered Qin Feng behind Du Jian, gripping the great sword, while Du Jian stood trembling in place.

Emperor Xie smiled, finally lifting his gaze from the wine cup. He straightened, resting his chin on his hand, and looked down at Ming Tian from above.

At that time, she was puzzled as to why the usually reserved Prince Xiang would make such a grand display. Now, however, she realized it was far from simple.

“What? That cold Su Bing? Looking for me? Is the sun rising in the west today?” Qin Feng exclaimed in bewilderment.

Within the blood sphere, the two exchanged determined glances, preparing to self-destruct together when Xingchen suddenly raised an eyebrow and let out a crisp laugh, causing their actions to pause involuntarily.

But the moment she stepped inside and the elevator doors closed, he pulled her into his arms.

Qian Yun and Qin Wei felt images flashing through their minds, though they could not discern their content. In that brief moment, countless impressions flooded their brains, leaving them dizzy. They quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, struggling to suppress the vertigo.

“The crown prince's selection is extremely strict—even if he has the capability, it’s not enough. Unless absolutely necessary, I won’t let His Majesty establish the prince so early; it would only push him too hard, which wouldn’t be good!” Empress Ao mused.

The Five Element Banner was destroyed, the Black Feather Arrow formation completely collapsed, and the dragon conjured from spiritual energy dissipated without a trace.

As the Tomb King abandoned Yanwang Valley and his subordinates, racing toward Luchi Mountain, Yun Chi’s headache was intensifying.

Long Fei spoke in disbelief. Though he sympathized with the death of Blackwood Tuo’s son, Blackwood Tuo’s audacity was shocking—did he not fear punishment from the War God Academy?

The implication was clear: in three minutes, six super SSS-class alien beasts of the insect tribe would unleash their full power, destroying the human world.

Qin Han had no objection, and as for his father's threats, Third Young Master Qin was unfazed—three hundred and sixty-five days a year, his father spent three hundred and sixty of them wanting to skin him alive.