Doubts Arise Anew

If that were truly the case, I fear it would be far from easy for her, the wet nurse, to spend her days in peace at the Prince Jin’s Mansion henceforth.

"This hairpin..."

Old Madam Zhao clenched her Buddhist prayer beads, her brocade cuffs trembling slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Xue'er, today is New Year's Eve. It would be much more fitting for you to wear that white jade ruyi hairpin."

Zhao Xue'er, however, seemed entirely unconcerned with Old Madam Zhao's emotional state, merely tilting her head with a soft smile.

"Could Mother be getting muddled? Brother Hansiao only last month from—"

As for such twenty-slot pouches, only Suyu possessed the ability to sew them. Not only did it require time to acquire the materials, but the number of times one could sew per day was also strictly limited.

Seeing the deep affection between husband and wife, He Rou was initially very happy, yet deep down she still felt a tinge of regret that her younger brother had not called her elder sister.

Of course, this could not be accomplished by casually pulling off the street just any wretched, bald fellow resembling the Dragon-Fish Dance to serve as a substitute.

The brand-new netherware shop not only inherited the connection between the subsidiary realm pearl and the mother realm, but further reinforced it upon this foundation, ultimately transforming into an ability known as "Displacement Teleportation."

He could not help but think of Mo Chen, who had instantly wiped out the entire Kidd Pirates crew in the blink of an eye, and the desire to become even stronger surged continuously within the depths of his heart.

"Slap!" Lieyan slashed out a palm wind right through the air, sending Mu Zhiting staggering before she crashed hard onto the floor, her head bleeding and split open.

Within the winding corridor, a second-tier nether spirit drifted back and forth, apparently on patrol, when suddenly its body stiffened abruptly, a distinct flash of confusion passing through its ghostly eyes.

The speaking colleague cast a conscious or unconscious glance toward her desk, and everyone seemed to understand everything in an instant.

A false identity that left absolutely no trace of any flaws for investigators to find. Had he not laid eyes upon her face with his own eyes, he would never have suspected the identity of Wang Keke. He was convinced that this matter was deeply tied to the experiences of her past nine years.

There was a grand array deployed here by the Eight Views Palace, resembling a wide-open heavenly net that barred the extraterrestrial demons from crossing.

Qin Yibai, still amidst his cultivation cycle, now stood high up in the vast firmament, bathing in the reddish glow of the early sun, his entire body wreathed in crimson rosy clouds, making him look truly like a divine deity. Meanwhile, the subtle ebb and flow of spatial yin and yang energies were wondrously grasped and comprehended by his divine sense wandering through space.

A piercing sound rang through the air as vital qi arrows carried two fierce, imposing forces forward. However, the two fire luan had grown vigilant by this time, and as the arrows shot toward them, they nimbly shifted aside to evade them.

Thus, the two guards did not venture to ask any questions, for that guard had actually dared to open his eyes wide and stare directly at them. Without the eldest young master's command, they lacked the sheer audacity to do so, leaving both of their hearts in a state of extreme trepidation at that moment.

Therefore, this marked the first public appearance of Chiyou and Xingtian in the secret realm after becoming Dao-embodiments in the flesh. Chiyou had long been stifled with impatience, and now that he had emerged, he naturally felt as though he had been injected with chicken blood, plunging straight into a frenzied massacre.

While this junior brother and sister pair conversed, Li Zhiyuan and his three companions paused slightly nearby, listened in on their exchange, and only then proceeded upstairs toward the guest rooms.

Just when he was certain his plan would succeed, just when he thought he could toy with his mortal enemy in such a manner, it turned out instead that his mortal enemy was toying with him?

At this point, Jianghai's previous doubts resurfaced: even a peerless grand array feared totems, yet there existed someone—some living entity—capable of erasing them from the Demon Emperor. It had to be a mighty being at least on par with the Demon Emperor.

"Mainly because you went too far. It would be one thing if you merely killed the Golden-Winged Great Peng, but you also slew Taishang's two Taoist boy attendants, and now countless fellow practitioners here are to be slaughtered by you as well. Do you not feel that this defies the Way of Heaven?" Xuanyuan Huangdi stared intently into the depths of the Eighteenth-Layer Ten-Thousand Soul Vault and demanded.

Qin Yibai glanced at the pitch-black, gleaming giant tree, then looked at the black wood before him, unable to suppress a chuckle rising within his heart.

Witnessing such a sacred tree withdraw its numerous ancestral dragon tendrils, along with the excavation of the primordial ancestors vanishing together—its leaves and branches gone, and the grand array returning to nothingness—it seemed to have given up entirely, allowing the earthy-yellow matter to depart.