Chapter Forty-Nine: Jiang Ningguang’s Secret Thoughts

The mentor glanced back at Hao Tianlin, his brows furrowed tightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why are you yelling? Your shouting gives me a headache.”

He had spent days and nights without rest, striving to find a way to protect the precious seedlings of spiritual plants scattered across the ground. His mind was exhausted, and no solution had been found; the spiritual plants continued to wither before his very eyes.

The pressure weighed heavily upon him.

Hao Tianlin immediately lowered her voice, afraid that her booming volume might disturb the carefully transplanted seedlings before the mentor.

Han Bing slowly opened his eyes; they were no longer as bright and clear as before. His dark, demonic pupils were cold as ice. The once sacred Supreme Dragon Armor had turned pitch black, yet it remained the Supreme Dragon Armor—only it no longer resembled a ruler commanding the world, but rather a sinister, bloodthirsty demon lord.

He tried to step forward, and the two living corpses followed in his footsteps. Suddenly, as if struck by a powerful terror, they hissed and retreated two or three steps, their backs slamming against the mountain wall with two loud thuds.

Duan Ye had his reasons for acting as he did. Just as he was closing the door, a prolonged yawn echoed from outside.

Tian Jianming did not deny knowing Liu Haishan, but he made no mention of Liu Haishan's ties to the Azure Dragon Society, and his demeanor was distant, as if keeping people at arm’s length.

The robes of Yuyanglin billowed wildly. Although the Imperial Butterfly Clan was enveloped in a purple aura of martial intent, a trace of terrifying power still seeped through. Fortunately, it was quelled by the Phantom Emperor of the Imperial Butterfly Clan.

Qin Xiao was about to investigate further when he suddenly paused. He remembered that when he opened up the dragon vein in the cave on Lingzhen Peak, Ao Yu had mentioned that his dragon vein lacked dragon markings.

Qin Xiao saw a flash of red light before his eyes. An unprecedented surge of power swept over him. He felt like a sheet of paper caught in a hurricane, swept madly by the wind. After flying dozens of yards, he finally crashed to the ground with a thud.

Xie An was furious—this was the first time in ages he had summoned Xie Fei to his residence, only to berate him harshly. His intent was clear: he did not want Xie Fei to act recklessly. He must cherish the reputation of the Langya Xie family, and also value the hard-won achievements he himself possessed.

Liu Chong suddenly sensed a hint of danger. He couldn’t say why, but he felt he really should have heeded the advice of Dian Wei and Liu Fu along the way and not come to Jiangxia so rashly.

Recently, rumors had spread that Yuyanglin was slain by the Heavenly Master Huangfu Shi of the Seven Luminaries and two formidable members of the Night Organization. Yet unexpectedly, he appeared here, daring to challenge the Lord of the Imperial City and the First Demon Emperor of the Illusory Abyss, Qiongqi.

But Zhao Zixian seemed not to hear. He picked up the dagger and cut through all the ropes binding Lin Luodan. As soon as the ropes were severed, Lin Luodan collapsed into Zhao Zixian’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Upon entering the room, one was greeted by a delicate, refreshing fragrance. Coupled with the sound of the zither echoing around, it created a sense of serenity and peace.

When Xing’er returned, she saw a beautiful woman sleeping on the couch. Seeing her peacefully asleep, so lovely and gentle, Xing’er couldn’t help but smile. She picked up a light blanket and covered her. How long had it been since she’d seen her sleep so deeply? She was so beautiful, so good—why did Heaven let her endure so much suffering?

Wang Haoming was tempted by these words; money wasn’t his concern. What moved him was the fact that he’d only gotten his driver’s license last October and, aside from driving in sparsely populated areas, had never had the chance to drive on real roads.

Feeling the intense, overwhelming aura of ferocity, Li Mengyao’s eyes narrowed, and she muttered to herself excitedly.

Perhaps Yekaterina had something weighing on her mind. After confining Xiang Ye in a cabin, she had not appeared again.

What Chen Yi did today was to change his way of thinking, smoothing out the inconsistencies that had arisen from his previous mindset.