53 Demon Trial Card 14

In Linhai City, who didn't know that the Li family was the wealthiest? Who didn't know they held the most power? And who didn't know that they commanded the ultimate authority in both the underworld and the legitimate realms?

Curling her lips, Li Ye turned on the television, tuned into a variety show that Zuo Ling frequently watched, and opened the drawer to take out a strawberry candy that Zuo Ling had bought.

Lin Ruoshuang pretended not to hear. What did he mean by asking where she and the Best Actor Gu were going? She and Best Actor Gu were "cohabitating," so of course they had to leave together.

Two-thirds of the hundred-odd large ships plundered from the Maritime Transport Office had been surreptitiously swapped and sold off as defective goods—riverboats lacking watertight bulkheads and incapable of ocean navigation. This discovery left Wang Jin with mixed feelings of joy and anxiety, and extreme fury.

All three of them were momentarily stunned. Zhou Zhiying, in particular, stared fixedly at their clasped hands, her gaze rapidly shifting to resentment and indignation. Su Xia curved her lips into a smile, the corners of her eyes upturned with a unique allure, and purposely leaned closer to Gu Dongjue. Sitting at the very table next to theirs, anyone could tell she was doing it on purpose.

Whether it was albinoism that gave her a natural advantage of flawless white skin, she grew prettier as she aged. Her naturally curly white hair now reached her waist, braided into two centipede braids hanging over her chest, the ends tied with colorful ribbons and bells that produced a crisp, tinkling sound as she hopped around, mischievous and adorable.

Upon arriving at the compound, Zuo Ling returned to the Ling residence. Elder Ling was not at home; according to the servants, he had gone out to play chess with the other elders.

But today, just moments ago, at the very moment she was overflowing with joy as she presented a visual surprise to Gu Dongjue, expecting a word of praise from him, he had personally stripped away the painstakingly elaborate disguise she had maintained for so long, forcing her to face dozens of questioning and contemptuous gazes.

"How long will it take?" Gu Dongjue understood her temperament too well. If he didn't push her on certain matters, she might continue to evade them indefinitely—that was the cowardice inherent in her nature.

Wang Jin had naturally considered this issue, but he wasn't particularly worried. The stronghold possessed nearly six million strings of cash, along with countless highly valuable artifacts. With such ample funding, acting lavishly for once to provide free medical treatment to the commoners was entirely feasible.

"I can understand crops freezing to death, but freezing people to death seems a bit far-fetched, doesn't it?" Especially in the northern regions; along the way, he had seen constant-temperature heating installed in quite a few places.

However, Muzha and Jinzha were still very good to Nezha, and since the Jade Emperor had not yet fallen out with the Three Pure Ones, there was no need to provoke these unnecessary troubles.

In fact, ever since Lin Yi was invited into the reception room, she and Chu Lan had already been waiting outside the martial arts hall.

A huge golden net descended from the sky, covering Xiao He on the ground. The golden net tightened immediately after capturing its target, binding Xiao He securely.

Yet, out of trust in Lin Yi, she did not hesitate to pick one and slowly put it into her mouth.

Spiritual energy flowed through the Ghost Emperor's mouth into Murong Lingyi's body, which was the best way to heal injuries.

What kind of world had this become? Rogue cultivators who strayed into their secluded sects acted utterly fearless, even chatting and laughing nonchalantly, only to be refined into zombies for the future use of high-ranking personnel.

Lin Chuan nodded. Such people weren't worth his notice when he was broke, let alone now.

The word "only" extinguished the hearts of countless immortal-cultivating disciples who wished to become disciples of the Maple Immortal Sect.

Lu Yidao's expression grew solemn. He gazed at Li Yuanmin's retreating back, deep in thought.

His friends had no way to prevent his metamorphosis. He hadn't even noticed the long-standing anxiety Furuya harbored, nor the sinister atmosphere gradually brewing in secret within the team, leaving him entirely unqualified to speak. In the end, his only good friend also left.

A whole day of absent-mindedness lasted until the evening self-study session ended. The boy stared at He Yuanqian's empty seat in the classroom once more, waited until eleven o'clock, and finally stood up to return to the dormitory.

The night grew deeper, and the surroundings were empty and silent, save for the crackling of the fire. The weather was fine tonight, and the starlit sky looked vast and boundless. The two youths sat by the campfire, chatting idly.

The Dragon-Phoenix Guard had one chief commander and two deputy commanders—one managing domestic affairs in Huaxia and the other responsible for overseas affairs—along with four major protectors. Jiang Xing was the third protector.

Yet what they did not know was that the person they were searching for was currently in a place they could never possibly imagine. While the two of them had only spent a little over a dozen years there—a mere blink of an eye in the grand scheme—even a single second in that place was almost unbearable.

Their eyes grew increasingly clear. Looking at Hanhan on the stage once more, they felt an indescribable sense of aversion, utterly incapable of feeling any fondness for her anymore.

Suddenly, the man waved his large hand, and at that moment, Weiming and Qian Sanyuan saw streams of unknown fluorescent lights emerging from all directions, converging toward Bai Jiaojiao's body. The lights originated from the ground, the trees, the vegetation, and the flowers. The fluorescent glow filling the sky was like countless stars, fantastical and resplendent.

Now that his son was exposed along with him, those malicious speculations claiming this was a publicity stunt orchestrated by the husband to launch his son into showbiz were instantly rebuffed by fans who fell madly in love with the father-son duo.

Guo Dingxiao was the most powerful cultivator in Chongyun City and also its lord. Since he was beaten to a pulp by the youth with no room to counterattack, Zhao Dingyuan, Bing Anlin, and the others naturally stood no chance against the youth either.

Ling Jing glanced at the guard, said nothing more, and pulled Li Wuxin's hand as they walked out of the palace.

Zhao Fuxin also felt a natural, innate affinity with this wood spirit. He thought to himself: *If our minds are truly attuned, come to my hand.* Zhao Fuxin held his palm flat, and sure enough, the wood spirit circled his hand once before drifting gently onto his palm, filling Zhao Fuxin's hand with a warm sensation.