Chapter 36: Dressed in Splendor

Jiang Yu was especially looking forward to this grand celebration. Though her career was still in the midst of controversy, such a top-tier event was a precious opportunity for her to be in the spotlight. However, when the gown was delivered into her hands, all her anticipation instantly turned to anger.

“What is this?” Jiang Yu glared at the dress in her hands, her gaze as cold and sharp as if it could cut.

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“You…” Zhao Yina almost jumped up in fury—wasn’t this scoundrel just insulting her in return?

As Lin Chen flashed a knowing smile, Qin Yumo felt that something was off when she heard those three words.

Everything was heading toward a point of convergence. No matter who won or lost, a bloody battle was inevitable—where would fate ultimately lead?

Xu Yang had thought that Chen Zhoujian, even if not superhuman, must be extraordinary. Yet, upon meeting him, the man before him, legendary as he was, appeared quite ordinary.

But as they advanced, Xu Yang’s expression grew darker. The closer he drew to the Nine Swords, the stronger that suppressive force became—so much so that he felt he could hardly breathe.

His grand plans for the throne were likely dashed. If he couldn’t even handle a game, how could he expect to inherit a throne in reality?

Noticing Xu Yang’s gaze, the man licked his lips and flashed a provocative smile.

In a sudden burst, Lin Chen moved like a sea dragon, swiftly dodging and weaving.

A’Jiu grew increasingly silent, her face dark. The thought of her precious crown prince enduring all this made her heart ache as if pierced by needles. Was she still too naïve?

Emperor Mingfeng, with the wisdom of experience, was certain that this crown prince was no simple character. To suppress several princes so completely—how could he be an incapable person?

Yet He Qihua was not pleased. The chief’s remark had made him a target; now, countless eyes were fixed upon the He family, making any move even harder. So, he warned his three sons to keep a low profile.

Ye Qingcheng laughed softly. Fortunately, she remembered Jun Feiyu’s mother’s death anniversary and burial place—otherwise, in this vast world, how would she find that charlatan?

During the war between the two nations, the emperor sent a duke rather than the crown prince. Victory or defeat would determine reputations for generations. No one knew the emperor’s true intentions.

Consort Shu almost cried out in surprise, a hint of pride on her face, and only then did Xiahou Chen’s expression ease a little.

The lady of the house, named, showed a fleeting change of expression as she watched silently from the side, her gaze toward Song Jing growing shadowed.

During the last mission, the rodent serum was destroyed—an exception. Since then, Wan Qi did not believe Nuwa’s Blood would fail to back up its data.

The boys had not realized it, but Qi Qi’s standing in their hearts had inexplicably risen to the height of the final boss in their first-year ranking competition.

“So, did he reply?” Fresh from a brush with death, Su Ning le rested against a soft brocade cushion, asking casually in a cheerful mood.

When Xun’er landed, Yan Taylor and Fang Tianjue were examining the giant serpent, shocked to discover the soul demon residing within it had been eradicated. They couldn’t help but look toward Xun’er.

After all, the Black and White Spirits were official celestial officers—not about to take orders from ordinary mortals.

At the moment A’Xian and Da Qiang fell into the sea, Xun’er cried out and struggled desperately to move closer.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk—everyone says the captain and his wife, though married for over a decade, are still as sweet as newlyweds. Looks like the rumors are true,” Bai Feng joked in his usual lazy manner.

Ye Chen’s arrogance had long annoyed the crowd, and Vivian’s remark just now incited their fury further.

Savage light blazed in the beast’s eyes. Watching its prey fall, the sea monster opened its maw wide, waiting for the food to drop straight in.

Those at odds with the Ye family and Ye Chen went pale at the sight, blood draining from their faces.

The talismans inscribed by the senior brother had never belonged to the thousand-character canon of the Daoist sects. No matter how much you knew of breaking formations, you could never decipher them.

She lashed out at the nearest mass of black mist, but to her surprise, the mist merely parted in the middle, evading the strike, then quickly reformed and surged toward Lan Qingyan.

There is nothing to be done—such is life, filled with disappointments and imperfections. Not all good things belong to you; learning to let go with grace is sometimes a necessary survival skill.

With this in mind, Cao Ang set aside his identity as a man from the future and began to consider matters from a new perspective—what should he do now? What actions would best suit the current situation?

But since the other party had agreed, he couldn’t very well turn her away. Ding Zhiyuan courteously welcomed Fang Shiyun into the Peach Garden Hotel and led the way to the Hibiscus Hall upstairs.

At the center stood the elite of the mercenaries—the two-handed swordsmen. Clad in full armor and wielding twin long swords, they were imposing and awe-inspiring.

After hearing Guo Jia’s words, Cao Ang was speechless for a long time. So this was what palace intrigue was like—far more ruthless than warfare. Liu Xie wanted to wipe out the Cao clan, while Cao Cao wished for Liu Xie to die childless?

The king’s measured words stirred the nobles’ excitement. In an instant, the entire hall erupted like oil in a hot pan—cheers and debates resounded endlessly.

If Dian Wei really dragged him out, that would be the ultimate disgrace. For the sake of his reputation, Liu Dai could no longer care about anything else.

Meanwhile, the handsome young man who overheard the conversation smiled brightly and greeted them in a friendly manner.

After much thought, he realized the flaw in the Black Lily video: it only showed the finished product, not the process of creating her.

“Who’s there?” The man’s voice rang out again, this time from the inner suite.

Monk Zihuan could hardly believe his ears. His expression froze, one thick eyebrow higher than the other, twisted and ugly as a banana leaf battered by wind and rain.

Wells and his companions were overjoyed—the ancient text was deciphered, and now they could obtain the corpse hand. This was the best news they had heard and well worth celebrating. The three eyed their drinks with caution, but seeing that Ning Hongtai suffered no ill effects after drinking, they relaxed and downed their cups in one gulp.