Chapter 49: The Collaborator

"Have you heard?"
"About what?"
In a shabby room, a few people sat together, their faces etched with worry.
"A formidable fellow has arrived over there, seizing supplies everywhere. Even Du Zehui and his people fell victim to their underhanded tactics."
They pointed in the direction where Meng Ran was, speaking with lingering fear.
"Didn't Du Zehui's group have three supernatural ability users? How could they still fall for such tricks?"
"That's precisely why they say that person—"
"I once had the good fortune of witnessing a master use this technique at the Grand Masters League. The arena back then was situated on an island, and that island was completely erased afterward..." the headmaster said with a nostalgic sigh.
However, talking about withdrawing now seemed to be too late. Kelly had already sent them invitations to take their seats.
Yet Lian Shuo forbade her from acting alone; people sent by Lian Shuo would follow her around the company. Once off work, Lian Shuo would also keep her by his side, inseparable.
Externally, they needed to reclaim territory as much as possible, bolster the strength of the Asking Sword Sect, and enhance their own power.

Furthermore, according to Jing Wuyou's words, he was bound to the spirit artifact precisely because he lacked life force.
Zhiqing felt a lingering terror in her heart. The demonic mirror of Zhiqiui was among the very pinnacle of thousand-engraving spirit artifacts. Just like that, it was shattered?
Shen Yize played his original song prepared for the battle. Everyone in the recording studio remained silent, and Li Jingmin wore a look of having more to say than words.
As for Ye Chen, he currently only possessed the power of blood and qi, which was equivalent to a cultivator at the Blood Condensation Realm, with not a trace of primordial force to be seen.
This old man was named Xu Maoqong. He shared the same name, though a different surname, as Xu Maogong, the military strategist of Wagang Fortress in Earth's history.
Another remark left Lian Yi in shock. Before she could recover from the previous astonishment, a new wave of impact struck.
After sending Song Ningxi off, Su Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Wu Shuang was extremely displeased, continuously shaking her head.
Liu Yu vaguely caught sight of the location of the highest peak. His luck was not bad; the mountain he was on could be considered the second highest in the vicinity, and his distance from the peak was not far. Once he crossed this ridge, he could head straight for the highest summit.
Su Meng'er successfully changed the subject, offering a smile before slowly walking over to Gu Siyao. Even though Gu Siyao was dressed in a very pure and dreamy outfit today, the alluring charm deep within her bones was still hard to conceal.
If he were Gao Chenxi, he would simply pretend not to hear these words. After formulating his thoughts, considering this was Zhu Jingjing's funeral, he still wanted to pick a fight with them.
Jing Molian furrowed his brows tightly, unable to help his quiet musings: Does the Empress possess some sort of magic? Ever since letting go of her soft self this morning, a persistent irritation has lingered in my heart.

After purchasing his equipment, Su Wei casually hit the TAB key to check the scoreboard and was instantly driven to tears of envy by Jiang Taiixuan's luxurious gear.
He cast a cold gaze at Yu Guojun, then continued walking forward until the two of them brushed past each other, leaving Yu Guojun with a dark expression.
Qiao Ze clenched his fists, resembling a crimson demon as he sneered and walked toward Anna, a brilliant wave of light flickering upon the bull horns atop his head.
She had a personality completely different from the aloof Song Ningxi, chattering away incessantly all along the way.
Ordinary audience members let out panicked shouts; some directly abandoned their seats and ran toward the exits, plunging the stadium into chaos.
"What we give is what we give, and what Elder Sister leaves behind is what Elder Sister leaves behind. You must also consider Elder Sister—she has always cherished the Young Master dearly." Lady Jia's glib tongue silenced Old Master Zhu with just a few words.
Seeing her disobedience made my heart ache intensely. Suddenly, a wave of bitterness welled up, and tears streamed from my eyes. When she saw me like this, she stopped making a fuss, sitting there blankly with her eyes fixed on me. I sat on the edge of the bathtub looking at her, feeling utterly helpless.
While grieving for her deceased daughter, a wave of wild ecstasy also surged into Ping Siyan's heart, because Prince Jin was simply courting his own death: he was not merely killing a legitimate eldest daughter of the Ping family, at least not in the eyes of the aristocratic clans.