Chapter 72: The Secret of the Song Family

Yanchu froze, her eyes wide open as if she had seen something utterly unbelievable.

The corners of her lips parted slightly, yet no words came out. Her entire body seemed frozen in that single instant.

This...

Like a leech clinging to another's body, silently and frantically sucking away fresh blood.

Princess Changle was both startled and delighted. Abandoning all conscious thought, she painted purely by instinct. When her awareness finally returned to the piece of xuan paper before her, she realized the painting was already complete.

Hearing this slightly mocking remark, Master Yuguan felt a blaze of fury ignite within him. Wielding his sword while manipulating the Divine Fire Flying Shuttle, he lunged toward Mo Qingyu with a frenzied air.

Noticing the group entering the villa, everyone except Yang Jue changed expression and exchanged furtive glances!

Before this story began, Zheng Yi had said those words. At the time, Mo Chen merely took them as a casual, deadpan joke, never expecting them to ultimately become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"You don't deserve to! You're nothing but a demon, a bloodless demon who kills without staining his hands!" Fang Qinghan glared at Fang Mingtian, shouting.

The moment the Sick Ghost caught the Sand Scorpion's gaze, he understood what the other was thinking. Yet the current situation left him unable to laugh or cry, completely at a loss for how to explain.

In Northern Jiangsu, the two of them were at best second-rate figures, lording over ordinary people and throwing their weight around. But placed before heavyweights at the pinnacle of Northern Jiangsu's power pyramid—figures like Jia Hengsheng and Young Master Luo—they were not even fit to carry their shoes.

That's right, what Ye Yan said was correct. Aside from applying independently for Party membership while in school and undergoing screening after training to officially join our Party, there was also another provision: the Party member recommendation clause, specifically aimed at talents who have made outstanding contributions to the country.

With a single stroke of the sword, the dense purple hue blanketing the heavens and earth was diluted, replaced entirely by a golden beam. The earth shattered, and even the wandering winds of the world paused, silently trailing in the wake of this sword strike.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Shao was so enraged he almost vomited blood. Back then, he had gone to great lengths to have He Jin summon Dong Zhuo to the capital, only for Dong Zhuo to swallow all the benefits, leaving him without even a sip of the broth.

A piercing brilliance flashed in Muxuzi's eyes, and his complexion grew increasingly flushed, much like a drunkard catching sight of fine wine.

One had to ask: faced with such a frenzied enemy, even Nie Lingbo found herself somewhat hard-pressed to cope. Barely into the fight, she was already reduced to a defensive stance, scrambling awkwardly to fend him off.

The white-robed youth's expression shifted drastically. He tore open his lapel to reveal a bizarre mark upon his chest. Sweeping it with his spiritual sense and sensing the terrifying power contained within, he dared not move even a fraction of an inch any longer.

Long Xiao chuckled. "Heh heh, that's more like it. How about this: I took back two of the liquid silver robots, I'll return them to you, and on top of that, I'll grant you another benefit."

Yet when Yan Fan returned to the Nine Clouds Sect, he happened to spot two acquaintances guarding the suspension bridge: Shi Ming and Tang Long.

"The Spirit-Sealing Grand Formation! By setting up a formation of this caliber, I suppose you never intended to let either of us leave alive, did you?" Gao Sheng let out a cold snort, countering with a question of his own.

At this point, the matter was no longer something Long Xiao could control. Bill was right: an innocent man hosting a treasure becomes a target of suspicion simply by possessing it. Such a massive engineering project—if he tried to swallow it all by himself, he would undoubtedly be squeezed by so-called American human rights until not even a scrap of bone was left.

The reason he refrained from swallowing the high-grade medicinal pill he had just refined was simply that Yun Tian's current cultivation base was limited; he could not withstand the powerful shockwave of such a pill. Blindly consuming a high-grade pill would only inflict self-harm rather than provide any real benefit.

In truth, the reason Ye Fantian was so daring stemmed entirely from recalling what Du Wanjie had said: this place was controlled by masters of the Feng Empire, and resorting to violence on the outer edges of the Wind Valley carried unimaginably severe consequences.