Chapter 63 Ye Zhixuan Also Invited Me

"Certainly."

The fate of the Taira family was sealed, something no one could ever change.

It was not that they failed to understand; rather, they understood all too well, and were far too kind...

And therefore, they refused to become entangled with anyone else, unwilling to shoulder the karmic retribution that rightfully belonged to others.

Yet Fu Qixi could not allow their time to be stolen away. Turning her gaze back, she placed the little turtle into Mother Taira's hands and helped her to her feet.

"Take this with you, find another place to bury Ping Xuehui's ashes, and live a good life."

Yan Yanqiu, who had remained silent until now, spoke up: "We deduce that Liu Zhengping showed his hand to Yang Xiu, and Yang Xiu's heart softened, thinking she could win her man back with money. Nothing new there, just another clichéd story."

Zhihe nodded. In that case, they would simply have to find another way. Fortunately, Noble Consort Fuzhao and Consort Liang had been at each other's throats lately, leaving plenty of openings to exploit.

As it happened, murder did not require excessive cleverness—those who relied on cleverness often ruined themselves by it. All it took was courage, thorough preparation, and a sufficiently ruthless strike.

Consort Rong had been beaten to death in the杖责 (heavy beatings with wooden staves) ordered by the Empress Dowager, yet the Emperor had posthumously conferred honors upon her, making his stance abundantly clear.

Nie Guangming lowered his wine cup and asked a question. Ever since witnessing Li Zhen's true strength, he had willingly relegated himself to the background, stepping into a secondary role to act as a strategist.

The inner palace suddenly plunged into a profound stillness. Whether by day or by night, far fewer people roamed the grounds outside. Unless absolutely necessary, no one would step out the door; and even when someone had to venture out on errands, they wore grim, heavy expressions.

After three more months of flight, Hua Sheng looked travel-worn and weary. Along the way, countless demonic cultivators had intercepted them, only to be effortlessly dispatched by Hua Sheng. Yet now, Hua Sheng felt as though something had locked its gaze upon him.

Qi Xuanyi and the others transformed into nether corpses, gliding smoothly across the water's surface, and reached the end of the Nether Corpse River one hour later.

Tie Xing laughed heartily upon finishing, acting as though the ginseng were already his own. Completely ignoring the old military advisor, whose face twitched with heart-wrenching anguish, he paid him no heed at all.

Furthermore, at that time, he had been devoid of emotions and desires, holding no superfluous feelings even for himself, and would never have taken the initiative to strike.

Lu Changfeng merely smiled, as though he had once again lost the ability to speak, and seemed to have lost the capacity for any other facial expression as well. Aside from smiling, he did not even know what else he ought to do.

Thinking of the terrifying state Shangguan Xiu had been in after being ambushed by the bodyguards that morning, and then recalling Shangguan Xiu's eerie, sinister gaze from just moments before, Louis suddenly rolled his eyes and collapsed heavily to the ground, frightened unconscious.

In Mu Yunyi's words, to avoid startling the snake in the grass and alerting the Exalted Lord so that they might make preparations early, everyone was to remain in their respective territories until the invitations of the Heavenly China Palace were sent out and proclaimed to the entire world, at which point they would all converge.

Mu Yunxi paused for a fraction of a moment, and the next instant, she lifted her feet and walked step by step toward Di Jiuyin before the great hall.

"I must leave first. When you miss me, do not forget to speak to me through the Nether Phoenix Ring." Di Moxuan felt that if he stayed a moment longer, he would likely lose control of himself.

Lei Fengjue had always been an overbearing person; he could disdain others, but being the object of someone else's disdain was something he simply could not tolerate.

This sort of relationship felt somewhat tangled and hard to straighten out, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words to refute Mo Zhanhua.

It was also a rare occasion when he was willing to display, before a multitude of guests, the lively and cheerful playfulness that truly belonged to someone of his age.

Be they of his own clan or of alien races, she cared not whether anyone needed to be sacrificed, nor did she mind with whom she must cooperate during the process, so long as the final outcome was what she desired—that alone was enough.

Die Xue touched her head, feeling as though her mind was in complete chaos. She had stumbled blindly into the Blood Realm, only to fall asleep in a room, and somehow ended up in the Blood Emperor's bed. Following that, she had incurred the Blood Emperor's hostility, meeting every gaze with an apparent intent to kill her, while her own vitality admittedly seemed a bit too tenacious.

There stood Feng Jie, gripping the Immortal-Snares Sword, thrusting it straight toward the black-robed youth with the posture of a celestial immortal descending from the heavens. Yet this single strike was such that even Edward, standing far off in the distance, could vaguely perceive it as an unimaginably colossal mountain pressing down upon the crown of the black-robed youth.