Chapter 89: The Strange Painting (Part Two)

Yun Shuang hadn’t yet come to terms with the fact that each courtyard would have to house thirty people before she frowned and asked, “Why are women living in the front? Normally, shouldn’t women occupy the innermost courtyard?”

They were settled in the second-tier courtyards, and with men coming and going, it would be awkward at times.

Little Fatty pursed his lips and replied, “How can we be so particular here? It’s already a blessing that men and women are separated. In many almshouses elsewhere, men and women are even mixed together.”

“Master, the Demon Dragon Fortress is your secondary palace. I dare not allow the slightest oversight. Meier is currently in control of all the great formations within the fortress,” Thousand Spider replied.

Now, as long as Jiang Zaiyuan activated the Vajra Demon Body Technique, he could hold his own in a fight with any disciple of grandmaster level. The outcome would depend solely on strength.

After the roar, the entire Hatred Legion on the ground grew restless. They began to surge toward the location of the Scythe of Rebellion. A few of the more intelligent ones raised their heads, jaws aimed at the golden vampire flying above, ready at any moment to pull that airborne creature down into their webs.

Li Ru was completely unresponsive to my shouts, as if bewitched, running wildly the whole way.

Once word of Jiang Zaiyuan’s match spread, both the disciples of the Otherworldly Path and the Human Path became aware of his existence.

“My grandfather is already furious—how can I possibly stay calm? Tell him I don’t care about any so-called truth, just tell him to leave, and the farther the better. My grandfather and I never want to see him again.” Before Ruan Xinrui could finish, Han Xue cut her off, speaking angrily from the other side.

“So even you don’t know.” I sighed softly, glancing down at the man on the ground.

“Otherwise, if this stalemate isn’t broken, you’d better start preparing for a breakup. Do you want to lose the one you love forever, or endure a moment’s unjust accusation and hurry to repair your relationship?”

Many years later, Duanmu Jiashu would finally challenge Tianmu. Before heading to the martial arena, Tianmu entrusted all his life’s martial knowledge, along with a fist technique he had created, to Ke Yi, who was only five at the time, and then went alone to the contest.

As I chased after Li Ru, I couldn’t help but sigh. Truly, fate plays its tricks—no one can avoid them. All sorts of coincidences come together at once.

In summary, gazing at the full moon in the sky, Elizabeth Eva felt that her spiritual world was an empty void.

Li Ziyue was genuinely happy for Nie Minghua, for her success indirectly proved Li Ziyue’s own efforts.

She wanted to reach out and touch Lin Chen’s clothing, but after glancing at her own hand, she ultimately refrained.

Xuanqing and Xuanzi nodded, their eyes brimming with gratitude. They had expected Master Chen to kill them, but the punishment was merely that they could no longer take on missions and had to focus on their training.

A faint, indifferent smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth—almost laughable. Who in this world could threaten Master Chen now?

“Who dares to hurt my disciple!” The man’s roar was thunderous, like a lion’s, sending a gale through the hall that made the entire palace tremble.

Li Ziyue realized that her earlier words might have caused Zhou Yangxin to misunderstand. However, what she had meant was that Zhao Jiarui’s orientation was perhaps a little different from most people.

Meanwhile, the Chu family—Chu Tianhong and Chu Tianying’s branches—went about their business as usual, even smiling as if the old lady’s disappearance was of no concern to them.

“This…” Ah Jiu was stunned, at a loss for how to explain. Did it mean that Zhang Mingtuo’s soul had left his body to commit murder?

“In fact, it’s a good thing. Chang Kong has survived today’s ordeal; in the future, he’ll stride into legend,” the Illusive Mothman, Huan Yu, actually saw it as a positive turn.

Once the children had finished tidying the courtyard and left, the curtain at the main house’s entrance lifted. An elderly man with silver-streaked hair stepped out, accompanied by a man in a short brown jacket.