Chapter 36: The Insidious Slow Poison of Fear

As soon as the butler entered the room, he saw two elderly men in a heated argument. One was Old Master Han, the other Old Master Bai.

“Master Han, there’s someone outside with the surname Qin asking for you,” the butler announced, his voice trembling with fear at the fury on the elders’ faces, terrified that a single misstep in his words might spell trouble.

“A Qin? Who could that be…”

Meanwhile, Long Yinxue had unexpectedly broken through her cultivation. Originally at the fourth level of the Creation Realm, she now directly unlocked the fifth secret boundary. Her body radiated with brilliance; her skin glowed white and lustrous. As her cultivation advanced, she appeared even more captivating, with a celestial grace that set her apart from the mundane.

Sun Ang found himself unconsciously immersed in this world, from the patterns on the walls to those beneath his feet and above his head—every mark represented a profound martial technique. These arts encompassed everything from weaponry to unarmed combat, leaving nothing unaddressed.

The moment sensation returned to her right arm, Louise struggled to draw out a talisman card and infused it with magical energy.

Such gazes—let alone those self-important, returning ancients—even the usual proud prodigies frowned. Their eyes were too blatant, laced with undisguised contempt.

Wang Feng shook his head helplessly. The leader of the Yellow Hornet Mercenaries had escaped, and they were sure to come back. He decided to leave it for another time. As soon as he relaxed, he felt as if he’d just recovered from a serious illness—weak all over, his body covered in wounds. Only now did the pain hit him, as if his whole frame was falling apart.

Three beauties—how could they not be stunning? There was truly nothing untoward in his admiration—none of those feelings of “the scene is too beautiful to behold.” Li Mengyang found himself thoroughly enjoying the view.

But he had only coached in Spain, and his success had lasted just two or three years. Lately, his performance had declined. Whether he could adapt to the Italian league remained uncertain.

His records had been matched by others, yet he felt not the slightest displeasure; rather, he was genuinely happy.

“Is sword energy really so versatile?” At that moment, the powerful demon marveled at the sword net enveloping him. Threads of doubt flickered in his eyes, for he had never imagined sword energy could serve such a function.

He witnessed the supreme sword technique joining forces with the Emperor’s Spear, launching a sudden assault on a terrifyingly formidable power. The explosion that followed shook the surrounding space with destructive force. Ji Cheng and Zhan Xue both found fresh blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Though these were Long Yun’s thoughts, he saw no signs of any fierce beasts. Gao Yun’s spiritual sense swept the area, but no trace of a beast could be found.

“So should I be proud?” Ji Cheng chuckled softly. His internal energy stirred lightly, and one by one, the crimson butterflies around him were cut down, never given the chance to draw near.

Lin Xiao’s words were weighty, and the court officials instantly grasped his meaning. Some were already plotting to speak privately with Wei Jingzhong after the assembly.

Based on the intelligence returned by the Celestial Eye Dream, Lin Xiao’s estimation of Princess Ningyu rose immeasurably. If nothing else, her innate awakening of bloodline power was in itself astonishing.

Qian Jing was a veteran of the Forward Camp, known for his honest and timid nature. He had always been the one others bullied.

At that moment, Jin Wan, Jin Qianwan, and a host of others hurried to Jin Shanbao’s side, their voices tumbling over one another in panic and confusion as they rushed to speak.

Regrettably, before she could act, the two nations of Spring Breeze and Bright Moon suddenly went to war. Ye Muqing had no choice but to hasten her return to Bright Moon.

Only Jiang Yin, Yue Fei, and Xue Wanhui, with their profound internal strength, managed to barely withstand the onslaught, yet they too were affected; their vision began to blur and double.