Chapter Seventy: The Cold, Expressionless Face

If one were to ask what it truly means for a clever scheme to backfire, today Yuan Yao’er experienced it firsthand—and with a resounding slap to the face.

After changing her clothes and applying delicate makeup, she appeared exceptionally demure and charming. Compared to the others, Yuan Yao’er was undoubtedly the single crimson blossom in a sea of flowers.

Yuan Xiangdie had been observing the mother and daughter from upstairs since early morning, watching their constant bustling as they busied themselves, though it was easy enough to guess their purpose.

For once, she enjoyed a rare moment of peace at dawn; the mother and daughter were so preoccupied with their endless errands that they hadn’t the time to notice her.

“Aunt Li, please cook me a bowl of millet porridge. If that’s really not possible, then just…”

With everyone’s gentle persuasion, the atmosphere eased once more. Gentleman Feng also realized he’d been a little excessive, while Zhou Song, of course, had his own reasons. Gradually, the mood settled. The banquet table grew lively again, and in the end, everyone drank freely and parted in high spirits.

Long Tian gave a cold shout, unleashing four golden sword lights. Immense and razor-sharp, they shot toward Wu Yong in an instant.

Shen Bing was never one for many words. Even when both were in the shop, the two barely exchanged more than a few sentences. Mo Tianyue had hoped to improve their relationship, but could find no way. If he invited her to a meal or something similar, it would only lead to misunderstanding.

“Elder Huang is right here,” said the balding man with the sharp eyes who had spoken first, his gaze upon Huang Shoushan and visibly moved.

“Demon Spirit Palace? Could it be yet another faction within Moon City? And who, then, are the Four Flowers of the Demon Spirit?” Gu Yan asked softly. He was not surprised that the Demon Spirit’s Four Flowers knew he possessed the Ice Origin Pearl.

“Sorry to keep you all waiting. At last, it’s finished.” Zhao Yunze cupped his hands to the group as he spoke.

Wang Linsheng smiled and said to A’Feng, “Every year, sacred beasts are released for bidding, but the best ones always attract the Arsas family to bid right to the end.”

Su Li invited them to sit. Everything was different now. First, she would have to pay her respects to the Ular Nara clan. Only with their approval could she host guests in her own quarters. At this moment, Su Li was truly the rightful mistress, able to receive her guests herself.

Only now, after regaining his breath, did Captain Chen climb to his feet. His police cap had flown off somewhere, and his face was a little pale—the impact just now had been anything but pleasant.

After three days’ rest in Menyuan County, the second group sent by Anden finally arrived. To prevent any mishaps, this time the Burmese soldiers numbered a full six hundred.

Zhou Mingyang made a quick comparison in his mind. Though the Bear King was a colossus, he was badly wounded—Sweet Cone would surely be able to keep it occupied. As for the ten fire-bodied bears, with over a hundred men and beasts on their side, they could drown the creatures in their own spit.

Following the gesture, Ling Feng looked over and could not help but admire the clear-headedness of anyone who could remain so composed at such a moment.

Yan Motian’s expression was grave as he handed Ling Feng several sheets of paper. “Take a look—these are some of the recent developments within the royal court.”

Not only was it incomparably hard and impervious to ordinary means, but it was also coated with a special toxin—colorless and odorless, yet deadly.

She was clearly nothing more than an ordinary host, even completing her tasks at a sluggish pace—far from the best.

There had always been worry that the Northern Yan might make a move against the Zhou, and though they had not yet acted, now her own son seemed ready to surrender himself. How was this any different from what happened with Liuli Country?

Yet in the end, her innate pride kept her from shedding precious tears before an outsider like Liu Huaidong. By now, Luo Bing had also come to terms with reality.

At that very moment, a piercing sonic boom split the air, and a wave of even more violent black energy slashed toward the golden aura, devastating all in its path.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yun’s face lit up with joy, but suddenly recalling something, he asked anxiously.

The elder in white had no choice but to turn and send a palm strike to deflect Fifteen’s ghost-headed saber. The force was so great that Fifteen was forced to take a step back, unable to withstand the impact. As the white-robed elder prepared to pursue Scarface, Chuyi intercepted him with a whirling blade.