Chapter Fifty-One: Bai Haochen Acts Spoiled Toward Bai Nianxuan

He silently knelt, lowered his head, and said nothing, embodying the role of a wooden puppet to perfection. The palace attendant at the very end of the procession had already dashed off to inform the Crown Prince the moment the imperial entourage appeared.

The restroom was situated at the edge of the courtyard. Wishing she hadn’t insisted, Shi Yuan wiped the sweat from her brow, her face pale with regret—perhaps she didn’t need to use it after all.

The delegation from the Everlife Sect, having subdued several second-tier sects with the aid of black pearls, was now showing signs of supplanting the neutral alliance.

At that moment, Stajo landed his black-haired GT robot, swinging his arms vigorously as he unleashed a “Launcher Attack.” Countless blades whistled through the air in a dense, deadly barrage.

Xu Kailai paced back and forth, his expression dark and uneasy. He repeatedly took measurements, but each time the result began with 280,000.

Neither of the two dared resist, knowing that any struggle would only draw unwanted attention and increase the chance of another assassination attempt by the demon and monster clans. According to Sage Lin, even the Great Li Sage was monitoring this matter closely, and with his oversight of all under heaven, he had likely already discovered their whereabouts.

The wedding ceremony was solemn. Watching her best friend walk arm in arm with her family toward her beloved, she, feeling like a proud mother, nodded her approval.

Suddenly, a thunderous cannon blast shook the heavens—a dazzling firework exploded in the sky. Even though it was daytime, the brilliance of the firework was undiminished, its joyous energy all the more intense.

Though the Ghost Saint’s power matched that of the Blood Demon Emperor in his prime, when it came to the realm of the soul, the latter likely held the advantage.

The two had just returned, and upon hearing what had happened over the past few days, Flander couldn’t help but summon Ning Shu to his office.

Willer’s meticulous mind and rich experience allowed him to detect unique patterns from a mass of seemingly irrelevant information.

Father Chen and Mother Chen, seeing how firmly she clung to her decision even after so long, said no more and simply did as she asked.

“Jun Zhihua is dead.” Slowly, the man’s husky, seductive voice sounded, laden with meaning.

Monica’s mind was clearly still reeling, yet circumstances gave her no time to think.

With a maid’s help, Zhong Chuge gently stepped down from the carriage, her voice tinged with a pitiful note.

Finding an opportunity, Xiao Fan leapt onto a low tree and, with a push of his foot, used his flying device to ascend. Yet the device was unwieldy, the ascent slow—just then, a barrage of spells came flying.

But the anxiety and fear seemed to afflict only Su Jinru; the others showed no sign of distress when they heard the commotion, remaining utterly calm, without the slightest trace of fear or unease.

Si Luan had long since accepted this path, so no matter how difficult or painful, she gritted her teeth and endured.

Knowing she was a foodie—especially fond of grilled chicken wings and drumsticks—he ordered dozens of skewers, more than enough for her to indulge.

Why does she always follow me? Has she discovered my true identity? Ye Tian wondered privately, but the thought soon slipped from his mind.

Mao Leyan, reviewing the account books, noticed some discrepancies and ordered the accountant brought in for questioning.

“Very well, I’ll go in and check on her myself. Surely I won’t disturb her if she’s asleep,” Prince Qing said, his tone now gentler.

He finally understood why even those long retired spoke so highly of Micro Ant, and why, when Micro Ant returned to the country, a few of the old hands in the field looked at him with such apprehension and unease.

Even more extraordinary was the newly forged Six Paths Reincarnation Seal. Though fate had denied him dominion over the cycle of rebirth, the demonized seal taken from Zhang Xu had been purified and reclaimed by him. In a way, it now let him wield a portion of samsara’s power—only more flexibly.

The two had just reached the first floor. The lively dance floor abruptly reverted to its everyday white lights; the music stopped. With remarkable composure, Yi Kai immediately pulled her into an inconspicuous corner.

Qingling nodded and walked away at a measured pace. Suddenly, she turned and shouted, “Mo Li, do you want to marry me or not?” The moment the words left her mouth, her face flushed scarlet.

Liu Jian’s brow tightened, worry etched onto his face. Battling the burning anxiety and the stabbing ache in his heart, he pondered carefully how to break into Prince Jing’s residence and rescue Mao Leyan and Liu Xian.

But she had never guessed that he, too, was a coward—would stand by as she was betrayed, not even ask a question, and simply flee. An inexpressible sorrow and disappointment welled up inside her, more painful even than the wound on her back.

Only now did she understand the endless subtleties and transformations in martial arts—truly an infinite path.

Not to mention, just now, Zhang Niujiao had stared wide-eyed at the enemy general about to execute him.

Ling Yang didn’t want to linger a moment longer on that eerie beach. Half coaxing and half dragging, he pulled Sweetie toward the lighthouse’s wooden door. Halfway there, he felt something drop to the sand. Turning, he saw a bright shell embedded in the shore, gleaming like a human fingernail.

They had barely sat down when a servant brought hot tea. Chu Wanyi, still worrying about Ling Yang and Sweetie’s safety, chatted distractedly for a few moments before her gaze drifted uneasily to the door, concern written all over her face.

It was the end of the workday when Su Yingmei finished packing up and prepared to leave.