Chapter 57: The One Who Hides the Deepest

As Amira gazed into the distance, she saw a shadow approaching from the north. It grew larger and larger, and gradually she could make out its shape.

One general’s rise meant ten thousand bones left to rot. To build a marquis’s throne from the bones of one’s enemies was every young man’s dream. Yet when Jiang Anyi watched living souls perish with his own eyes, and remembered that each had parents and loved ones, compassion stirred in him—the sort the Master had spoken of: “A gentleman keeps his distance from the kitchen; seeing life, he cannot bear to see it die.”

Along the great avenue, everyone knelt to greet him. “We welcome the Holy Lord! Long live the Holy Lord!” The Eight-Clawed Chancellor stood guard as all knelt along the road, which led straight to the main hall of the Demon Lord.

Cheng Gang had always been an ineffectual man, with little ability to speak of. This time, he had merely resorted to underhanded tactics, joining forces with his second uncle, Cheng Zhongshi, to launch a sudden attack and drive Cheng Xin out of New Asia Entertainment.

Jiang Anyi’s cold sweat came and went. He had no idea what to say. The three refuges Mr. Zhang had prepared for him were rather too expansive—so vast that he felt hollow inside, with nothing to hold on to.

So Qin Yue gave Qi Hao the most bewitching smile in the world, then slipped past him and dashed into the operating room.

“All done.” John stopped his hands and snapped his fingers, looking thoroughly pleased. Perhaps it was because he knew her so well by now, but styling Qin Ming’s hair and makeup had become second nature to him.

After waiting there for about ten minutes, Chen Lin saw a luxury car slowing as it prepared to enter the villa complex. He waved to it.

“Pfft…” The man lying on the ground, wailing in pain, heard Yun Chen’s words and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the hospital, outside the emergency room, Haihai and Wang Yarui sat shoulder to shoulder. Haihai held Yarui close, resting her head against his shoulder.

The other was the eldest son of the Mo family, the foremost of the Four Great Families—Mo Jiuqing, much beloved by the emperor.

While Lü Cong was speaking to Chu Yun, he suddenly noticed that the Ruyi at Chu Yun’s waist had been reduced to nothing but a layer of snakeskin. He looked at Chu Yun in surprise and asked about it.

Beiming Haokong took off his outer garment and wrapped it around a piece of wood, spinning it rapidly until friction sparked a flame. He tossed the wood straight into the fire.

Shen Youtuo struggled to keep himself from falling again. Seeing the utterly matter-of-fact look on Shangshi Ling’s face, he took one deep breath after another, reminding himself to stay calm and composed. Otherwise, he would be the one to suffer.

At the sight of Shangshi Ling’s tears, Shangshi Hua was left speechless. Even Jizai lowered his head. He hadn’t forgotten how Shangshi Ling had tried to protect him just moments ago, even after Hasegawa Da’ya had caught him.

A colossal palm print, formed from gathered inner strength, appeared in midair. Even the six dragons, roaring as they surged with the force of thunder, were forcibly drawn into its grasp.

“No. They’ll definitely come after you if you kill us all. We’re the only sons of the Four Great Families. No matter how strong you are, all four families will hunt you down,” He Mingxin said.

Mo Wushi wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass. He forcefully pried open Xuan Batian’s mouth.

With Qiu Luan’s help, a purple light suddenly flashed along the black-clad elder’s saber. Long Poshan felt a jolt in his fingers and had no choice but to release the blade he had clamped between them. It was a little too much to expect two fingers to withstand the searing force of a Spirit Lord.

After the two of them had put on fresh bandages and returned to the office reeking of medicine, Li Qiang stood outside the door. Hearing English being spoken inside, he hesitated. He really didn’t want to go back in and face that scene again.

You can hardly imagine how excited I am right now. Let me put it this way: it’s like finding money on the street out of nowhere.

At those words, Fang Locke’s teacup paused conspicuously in his hand. Though his eyes remained on the cup, his attention was clearly fixed on Li Jingyao.

The problem is, we can take a little embarrassment for the sake of the bigger picture. But you were fighting, then all of a sudden you just stopped, stood there, and started laughing. What the hell was that supposed to be?

Haliya had never been to the human world, so I wanted to do everything I could to give her the best life possible. She was sensible and never went after those so-called aristocratic comforts, but I couldn’t very well make her live on scraps alongside me, could I?

That way, Kawashima could lay a vast, inescapable net along the road to Yishui and wipe out Monkey and Zhu Qing.

Crushed ice and fruit slid into her mouth, their cool sweetness making Li Qingmu’s watery eyes narrow at once in contentment.

The Japanese soldiers had no idea what Monkey was shouting. They thought, I’m well hidden. What can you possibly do to me?

Li Qingmu did not stand on ceremony. She picked up the spoon that matched the porcelain bowl and savored a taste of the ginseng and pheasant soup.

Loneliness had no effect on him. In his memories, this solitude—the feeling of being utterly alone—had stretched across who knew how many cycles of reincarnation. It had long since become a habit.

The head of the Azure Profound Sect frowned. “The senior brother is here.” He pointed toward the old man sleeping against the door outside.

“Brother Shao is back?!” That was Jiang Shi’s first reaction. In his excitement, he forgot he was standing before Daoist Qinglan.

Zhu Yuzhen had already seen the poisonous smoke spreading. Fear had taken root in his heart long before, but pride had kept him from showing it. Now he had a convenient excuse to back down. He immediately ordered the troops to sound the retreat.

Strictly speaking, Pingnan City had no army. Its guards were a city militia organized by the two major powers within its walls.

But the sight astonished Su Qi. Apart from the time Su Er had regained some of his memories after being fed a mutated mid-grade crystal and managed to say a few words, he normally could only utter a simple “uh.”

If anyone else had taken this long to notice the two of them, they would have been beaten black and blue by now. And here this person was only just noticing them—as if they were nobodies. It was infuriating.

The girl’s name was Gu Nian. She wore a pale-blue robe patterned with rippling water and looked about fifteen or sixteen. The outfit made her seem lively and charming. Though her clothes gave no hint of her station, an air of nobility occasionally showed through, betraying her identity.

The exchange stalls refreshed at fixed times, so a crowd always gathered in advance whenever the next refresh approached. Usually, the various guilds sent people to stake out the stalls, hoping to snatch up limited-edition items and equipment. As a result, it was very difficult for casual players to get their hands on anything rare.