102 The Ritual

Moreover, the Undying Inscription King with awakened intelligence appeared!

With a swift swipe, the Undying Inscription King shattered the long blade from Bai Zongnan’s grip and immediately lunged at him.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Man and beast clashed fiercely, each collision igniting explosive bursts of energy that filled the sky. Neither the Undying Inscription King nor Bai Zongnan left so much as a trace upon themselves.

Their attacks were so fierce and swift that an ordinary seventh-rank martial artist could barely catch a glimpse, let alone intervene.

He was momentarily stunned, then turned to see the Wang siblings, their faces marked by fear and a hint of anger.

“Your Majesty, Her Majesty the Empress requests the two of you to burn incense and pray,” the monks offered two sticks of incense to each.

The fragrance was a concoction the stylist had sprayed on her, cleverly masking the scent of the disinfectant on her skin.

“The Empress should not speak carelessly without knowing the truth,” the Empress Dowager snapped, her eyes sharply piercing Wang Liu as she scolded him for flaunting his skills before the Emperor and Empress, risking exposure.

Xiao Fan would never believe Ah Biao’s words. With a single kick, he sent the iron chains flying; tons of contraband spilled out of the warehouse.

“Uncle, actually, we were just studying together. It’s not as exaggerated as you say,” Xia Jinkui now deeply regretted following Director Pei inside.

The speaker cried out in pain, then turned to meet Lin Yun’s gaze. The murderous intent in his eyes made him shudder, swallowing the curse that had risen to his lips.

One jin of blood was insignificant to Yu Xian now. As a body cultivator who had perfected the Golden Core, his blood was incredibly thick and resilient.

Yet the Yun family had already been investigated when we arrived in Jinling. They had been merchants for generations, at least three or four, wielding immense family power. It seemed unlikely their wealth was amassed by other means. Why then would they need to exhaust their fortune to save their lives?

Pondering this, Yu Xian exhaled, glanced once more at the dark alchemical furnace, a hint of admiration flashing across his face before he turned away.

But then, the feeling Gu Cheng Su gave him went beyond just knowing Wei Yixiao—he seemed intimately aware of his background.

Another tremendous roar echoed, lightning thick as mountains striking repeatedly upon Gu Changyan’s body, sparks flying, ringing sharply.

Since he was here, he might as well endure a bit more closeness with Pei Moyan, so he could inform Tang Wanqing that she would never willingly give Pei Moyan up.

Shi Tian remained silent, while the giant skeleton stirred again, two battle axes materializing in its hands before flying like boomerangs toward Song Qingxiang.

That night, Xu Rongrong stayed in the guest room. Early the next morning, she rose to have breakfast, unsurprised not to see Pei Moyan.

Even though Han Chi and Xia Qianshu had yet to realize the nature of their relationship, they didn’t make it explicit. Han Chi simply disliked the boy seeking out Xia Qianshu.

In the following hours, the two lay sprawled at opposite ends of the sofa. Qi Luoyi was engrossed in the television, while Yun Feimo nibbled on honeydew melon, stealing glances at the man beside her, the earlier question still lingering in her mind.

“For you, it is your duty; for me, it is a turning point in life. Of course I am grateful,” Shi Tian responded.

Although the alchemical formula generally recorded the common refining procedures, many advanced formulas often lacked detailed descriptions.

Tian Ye listened to Bai Jing’s rapid-fire questions, his brow furrowing deeply. It was clear Bai Jing had discovered something significant.

Danxin suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Emperor Tianshou, turning her head toward the screen. Inside the dimly lit room, a faint, solitary shadow played like a shadow puppet show behind the screen—yet a lone, single-horned shadow puppet at that.

On the surface, Tiansheng nodded naturally in agreement, but deep within, he had already made up his mind: no matter what it took, even if it cost him his life, he would not utter a single complaint if it meant saving his eldest senior brother.