Chapter Seventy-Two: Bai Nianxuan, the Grand Matron of the Sanctuary of Priests

What else could be done? Even without this protective talisman, Li Dong no longer felt fear; with at least four of the seven great families supporting him, if he were still to die, it would only prove the Sacred Family’s reputation was undeserved. Di Yun rolled frantically on the ground, seeing Shui Sheng’s white horse charging toward him. Without a moment’s hesitation, he knew that if that hoof struck true, death would come instantly. He bent and shrank back, and at that moment, a sharp crack rang out.

“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about...” Fang Yun bit his lip and replied to the group of middle-aged men before him.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on? Why does it look like Lord Sword Sovereign is about to win?” someone began to ask.

Under the strengthening white barrier, Ye Xuan emerged unscathed once again, unharmed despite the danger.

Li Dong’s words were like daggers, leaving the Crown Prince unable to lift his head. Though these things had never been spoken aloud, everyone knew them. Now that Li Dong had so openly laid them bare, how could those present accept it?

Watching the Soul of Sacred City seem to slip into reminiscence, Li Dong was startled—could it be that the battle body had not yet been fully awakened?

The City Lord’s Mansion was always the grandest building in town, but this time, the bridal ball had not been held there; instead, it took place in a certain hotel.

Before Liu Zhize could speak, his mother continued, saying that if he were to marry into the family, one child must carry the Liu family name.

If it was the former, Liu Zhize could endure, for with his current strength he was no match for the Emperor of Fengdu. But if this was merely a test of his ability, he could simply activate the Eight Arrays Diagram and dissolve the invisible pressure.

Less than a minute in, the Warriors were ahead by six points; their offensive power was terrifying to behold.

Su Bei took off his coat and draped it over Lin Xue’s shoulders, then lifted her gently into his arms.

He had gone to great lengths to obtain this information, showering Hinata with gifts before she finally persuaded Kimimaro to send someone to investigate.

Fu Shen twitched his lips, wanting to say: Wasn’t it you, recklessly jumping to conclusions, who caused this mess? Now you ask me; how should I know?

Li Yong and Li Bao had no idea what trump card their master might play; anxiety gnawed at them—this was truly a difficult situation.

If I take on Song Changji’s assets, won’t I become a fat sheep waiting for the slaughter?

“Bastard!” “Weasel” cursed, rolled forward, and, half-kneeling behind a ruined wall, returned fire at the Viet troops. “Snake Hawk” pressed Zhan Zhizhan to the ground, shielding both Lin Jie and him.

“Damn it! After them!” Cao Peisheng shouted furiously, turning into a blur as he sped off in pursuit.

Startled by the commotion, Xi Xiao jerked his head up; as he saw the visitor, his tear-swollen eyes lit up instantly.

Yuan Xianzhi naturally understood that Bai Lu was hesitant because he had once doubted her.

The conversation began, of course, with concern for Mihuan’s health—what she ate each day, how she felt, whether she slept well. Dai Jin, having been a mother herself, was as attentive to the child in Mihuan’s womb as she once was to her own Yi Ru.

Liu Qian’s lips were twisted into a ghastly, strange smile; he said nothing more, but suddenly flung open the bright yellow imperial robe, revealing the deformed body it concealed.

“I have long awaited your arrival.” Tito greeted the Imperial Princess at the reception room door with impeccable courtesy.

Yet, because of this, Dai Jin knew well that her fate was sealed—she would never escape this royal residence, nor the life of a concubine, a plaything.

At ten in the evening, a few kilometers from the Kaiyuan Hotel, I had everyone get off the bus and walk the rest of the way.

Ma Yuchuan said a few words to Madam Ma, took his leave, and walked out. The old lady said to those outside, “Hate me if you must; once you reach my age, you’ll understand. The Ma family cannot endure any more upheaval. Go on.”

“It seems your marriage is quite harmonious after all. At least I didn’t make a mistake arranging it,” Xie Min said reluctantly. Had she known it would come to this, she would never have insisted on marrying Mihuan off.

She stammered, her description vague, as though recalling something that frightened her.

Bai Jianli said, “Madam, it’s not that I’m stopping you from returning, but the people of Nanzhi Valley have changed for the worse. My master has done so much good for them, yet see how they treat you. Fortunately, I arrived in time; otherwise, Madam, I dare not imagine the consequences.”

“Get away! Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” Ning Hong’er broke free from Wang Yan’s grip, her hoarse voice roaring, eyes blazing with fury and hatred.

Her fingers twisted tightly together, and Gu Luoqian’s gaze drifted past the beautiful scenery before him, settling somewhere unknown. His lovely eyes were filled with longing for a world he had yet to see.

In truth, the so-called installation was far simpler than anything on Earth—there was no need for banging or clattering, no pounding or hammering. Simply place the machine, activate the built-in rune array, and it was done.

Tang Tingting pushed open the window just as a burst of fireworks bloomed in the sky, illuminating the dark night in breathtaking splendor.

Luo Liang merely nodded as he passed, a sign that in these people’s eyes, he was more than just a renowned constable; the title of “Your Excellency” made that clear.

His smile was as passionate as fire, his wave precise and strong, his greeting thunderous—no one could find fault with his manners.

Yet, even as anger simmered within him, Ying Huan had a knack for swallowing it down. “I suppose ‘it’ doesn’t know you’ve come here?” The threat in his words was unmistakable.

“Yes, Luo Wanyu and I are only in a sham marriage.” With that, Xun Qiandu added, calling out Luo Wanyu’s full name.

“Even with only three years left to live, I’d still choose this!” Leng Wuhen shouted, speaking to the air, to the other self within his body.

When the sticky rice dumplings arrived, An Mu realized how delicious they were paired with this coarse tea.

Strange—was this cave here a few days ago? She didn’t recall seeing it when she passed. Could it be that its location shifted?

Wheat couldn’t help but recall that domineering kiss—it was like a claim of ownership. In an instant, her heart was captured, and before she knew it, she was responding, nearly losing herself again in those deceitful, tender affections.