(35) Transforming into a Serpent

Although Liu Yi’s powers had advanced smoothly in a muddled fashion, she knew in her heart that it was because Little Phoenix had fed her its blood.

“I promise, I won’t tell anyone about what happened today.” She raised her fair little hand, making a gesture as if swearing to the heavens.

Afterwards, she gently picked up Little Phoenix’s claws, turning them over and inspecting them carefully. Only when she saw the wound had truly healed did the ache in her heart ease just a little.

That wound had been deep—it must have hurt terribly.

At that moment, Luo Jun’s heart did clench for an instant. But then he suddenly smiled and said, “Well, it seems now I have no chance. Since that’s the case, let’s just leave it at that. After all, none of this was in my plans to begin with.” With those words, he turned and walked away.

On a street within Tianfu Academy bustling as lively as any marketplace, Lan Qianyue strolled at ease, admiring the various shops lining the road.

Before, he had seemed unable to accept the news of the director’s death. It was only just now that he’d finally accepted it completely.

Luo Jun, at this point, didn’t want to think too much. He decided to give it a try anyway. After all, it wasn’t as if he only had this one Sumeru Ring.

Madam Pang lost her husband when she was young and her only son in old age—the tragedies she had suffered were matched by few things in the world.

When it came to her brother- and sister-in-law’s relationship, Chenghuan herself was unconcerned, yet as the eldest sister-in-law she worried herself sick.

Yet, the two main characters in his words remained unfazed, making him feel like he’d punched a pillow—no matter how he tried, he could neither shake them off nor move them, and he certainly couldn’t beat them. Xie Shiyun had never felt so powerless as she did now, so powerless she wanted to cry.

He was as handsome and noble as ever—aloof and exalted, just like years ago, still the king who ruled over all.

Ye Fei mocked herself, blaming herself for not being even more ruthless. If only she had hurt him more deeply, he might bury her memory in his heart forever, never able to forget her as long as he lived.

Li Shunfeng was just like that. Seeing himself fall out of favor with Liang Zhongtian, he couldn’t let it happen. He had to restore his image in Liang Zhongtian’s mind—otherwise, the Liang family would have nothing to do with him anymore, and his future prospects would be ruined.

At this time, Dong Zhuo dared not harbor any treacherous thoughts, for the nearly one hundred thousand strong armies of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun near Jizhou could teach him the meaning of loyal ministers at any moment.

Ordinary people probably had no resistance to becoming Yellow Turbans, but for the local gentry, if the city fell, generations of accumulated wealth would vanish overnight.

As long as Hua An showed the slightest hint of disloyalty to Zhang Rang, dared release these scholars, Ge Hong would not hesitate to crush him with a single hand.

Bai Huai clung to Madam Bai Liu’s leg, wailing and howling in agony, pulling the stout and plump woman off balance and staggering.

All of Yang Jiren’s luggage had been snatched by the men of the Golden Sands Gang, while Qingyang’s possessions, always fastened to his body, had only been soaked through by the river water—nothing was actually missing.

Shi Xi’s legs felt weighted with lead. Though she had slept in this room for several days, with him here, it suddenly felt unfamiliar.

Yu Tian wanted to reply, “Very good,” but her strong survival instinct strangled the words before they could be spoken.

Aside from anything else, with the support of the Yingchuan gentry, even if he made a political misstep, there would be people to speak for him.

“I still have some business to take care of. You all go ahead.” Dongfang Yuqing answered with polite thoroughness, leaving Wu Dao no reason to stay.

She didn’t know what that important figure wanted to do, but she was all too clear about what consequences it might bring.

This was a team of all leaders, an all-star lineup—even Garrosh himself would have to consider carefully before taking them on.

“No blacklisted creatures showed up while I was gone, did they?” Hu Feng asked as he walked toward the elevator.