Chapter 76: Su Qingli's Demi-God Divination

The woman trembled with rage at Su Qingli’s words.
“Su Qingli, you’re nothing but a shameless wretch! Climbing into beds to please others, that’s all you are! So what if you’re the manager? Did you earn it through your own efforts?”
Su Qingli thought for a moment and realized she truly hadn’t.
It had been forced upon her by her husband.
“Utterly shameless. I really wonder how she managed to get into the Emperor’s…”
No one could recall who first proposed it, but eons had passed, and time and again, the theorem had proven itself.
Thus, when he awoke, it was already evening. He hastily ate dinner and then dialed Ye Qi’s number.
Jiang Ling waited two seconds, tapped again, but it still wouldn’t open. Then, as if possessed, he frantically tapped several more times, all to no avail.
It was a creamy white flower, crystal-clear and palm-sized, its petals wide open, stamens slender and tinged with pale blue. A delicate fragrance wafted from it; it felt cool to the touch, yet not cold.
“What?” Lu Shuangyang still hadn’t grasped what was happening, startled by the old man’s words.
Yun Xiao chose a room on the second floor of the inn. Entering, he closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and entered a state of cultivation.
Beside him, An Yun Yingzi nodded slightly. Though Yamada was of humble origins, he was indeed capable and worth nurturing. At this moment, her attitude toward the matter had completely aligned with Qi Yu.
Single-letter codenames—simple, easy to remember, and used by all of them.
The group looked up; in the distant shadows flickered countless green lights, ghostly and unsettling. Even motionless, those green glows made their scalps tingle, cold sweat breaking out. Several people glanced at Zhao Third Master and suggested,
“This guy…” Lin Yin sighed in resignation, guessing Lu Shuangyang’s thoughts. Being called out like this clearly irritated him. Although Lu Shuangyang’s strength was impressive for his rank, Lin Yin felt Han Feng was right—Lu Shuangyang was not yet a match for Han Feng.
No one argued with Shu Yiyi’s words, nor did they think her punishment was unwarranted.
“Why?” Xu Wenjue looked at the bearded, upright Right Imperial Censor beside him, annoyance in his heart. Whenever he tried to accomplish something, this official would pop up in opposition, never failing to do so—truly infuriating.
As I pondered, someone in the distance flashed a torch toward me; in that brief burst of light, the darkness ahead was revealed.
Her eyes brimmed with tears—pain and disbelief mingled within. She shook her head, wanting to say something to him, but her mouth opened and no sound emerged.
—He wasn’t angry about being inferior to Mei’er! Qiao Jingxuan swallowed hard, feeling wretched that someone coveted his wife, but he wouldn’t lose his temper in front of Xu Sheng—that would be far too graceless.
All these years, though he hadn’t shown himself and Lu Cheng was the nominal leader, they all knew the real decisions, the hard challenges, had been overcome by their true boss working behind the scenes. He might still be just a child, but without him, the Shadow Hall wouldn’t be what it was today.
It was the actions of the Netherworld Flower toward Nalan Mingyue—the seductive glances, the eager embrace, that kiss—all had left the youthful Nalan Mingyue utterly entranced.
“Ha, she’s gone? When did she disappear?” Xia Yulin shouted, trying to pull her hand back, but the old man’s grip was unexpectedly tight.
Nothing more happened afterward; the few of us checked out and went our separate ways, waiting for news before making further plans.