Volume One, Chapter 56: The Ash Chamber

The delivery man, feeling stifled and frustrated, wanted to say more, but at that moment, Yun Mojiu spoke up. Yun Mojiu slowly lifted her gaze, glanced toward the inside of the neighborhood, and parted her lips, her voice neither warm nor cold.

“Someone inside has passed away.”

“What do you mean, someone has passed away?!” Zhang Aiqiong, seeing that after all her admonitions Yun Mojiu not only refused to leave but spoke more and more outrageously, could no longer contain her anger.

“You…”

A cultivation at the level of Grand Commander possessed remarkable regenerative power. If they were outside, restoring a broken body would take only a few hours at most. Of course, this presupposed that the black lightning no longer affected them; otherwise, even after several years, a complete recovery might not be possible.

The Ghost Prince turned and saw Su Moyue clutching her forehead in pain. He hurried over in long strides and reached out to steady her.

“Eighty thousand taels? Impossible. We’ve checked every transaction—Sanmi Grain Shop doesn’t owe them any money,” Wang He said bluntly.

Again, they exchanged glances with those present. Among the major families dealing in medicinal herbs in the capital, it was indeed only the Xu family who had not arrived.

Her skin was stretched tight in patches, slowly splitting open, and the ghostly energy seeped out with every fissure.

Sinan Yue walked from the front hall to the rear palace, all along her path were black stone floors made from Ten Triumph Stone, while the corridors and antechambers were constructed from heavy, reddish-brown timbers. The palace was adorned with thin sheets of gold around its perimeter, reminiscent of Helian Jue’s black-and-gold battle armor—a presence both imposing and oppressive.

Sinan Yue was the first to break the awkward silence. She knew she must become accustomed to this role; after all, she was his queen now, and a change of address was no great matter.

Without giving her a chance to refuse, Apo Khan pulled Sinan Yue away in search of medicinal ingredients. For five consecutive nights, he personally led several army doctors to help Sinan Yue brew medicinal wine.

“When you reached the Condensed Form stage, why didn’t you make your features more attractive? Now you know what envy feels like,” Mo Ran teased.

Still, Lillard felt incredibly fortunate. Losing a match was far better than last season’s utter defeat at Yiyang’s hands.

Nan Yuer was so distraught that for a moment she didn’t know what to say; she could only glare at him, eyes brimming with tears.

If he continued to endure such inhuman training, he doubted he could last much longer.

He had actually overheard the voice on the phone when Ji Tiantian answered while still in the car.

She had said, back when she accepted the role of “assassin,” that she had no intention of pursuing that path any further.

“As long as the fire is strong enough, it will suffice,” Bao Tian declared, and with a swish, a pair of azure wings unfurled from his shoulders. With a powerful sweep, both wings sent an unrestrained divine wind roaring toward the Iron Claw King.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingcheng’s expression froze for a moment. She bit her lip, lowered her head, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Her tightly clenched fist was already poised. She was just about to swing at Gu Zeyan’s left eye.

Huang Zitai cradled the bowl of American ginseng soup that Su Guo had brought, drank it down, and then set Su Guo aside. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to linger with her, but there was simply too much to be done. If he kept clinging to Su Guo, tonight’s official business would never be finished.

According to his sources, since Ji Tiantian’s engagement to him, her company’s precise turnover had reached nearly fifty million. When he saw how generously she had spoken about treating him to a meal, he had assumed she wouldn’t bat an eye at the bill—never expecting the situation he faced now.

Now, after so many years, to hear that voice again sent a shiver through his soul. It was just like… just like when, at six years old, he first came to this home, and his adorable older sister gradually drew out his cheerfulness from his reticence. It was that same familiar gentleness.

If Shangguan Youran hadn’t dragged him to safety just in time, he’d probably have been reduced to ashes by the magma by now.