Chapter Fifty-Five: The True Murderer

At this moment, their gathering in celebration was not without reason. Earlier, they had deliberately gone to the Night Residence and set it ablaze, returning now in high spirits. That single fire had claimed the life of the Ye family’s patriarch, yet this group of people used it as an excuse to feast joyfully together, believing that killing a man was a glorious feat.

“We failed this time. We should have directed all the flames to that wretched boy’s room from the start. Then, no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn’t have been able to escape,” one of them slurred, already drunk. They began to fantasize about how much better it would have been if Zhao Yuan had died instead, for he had always been their true target. Unfortunately for them, Zhao Yuan had survived their murderous scheme.

Today was the Lotus Appreciation Banquet, an event he did not care for. Yet, his current status and the fact that she was still in the palace left him with no choice but to attend, despite his dislike.

Cain stared helplessly as Uhtred’s fist drove straight for his head, his body frozen under Uhtred’s imposing aura, unable to move an inch. Just as Cain thought he was about to die at Uhtred’s hands, a sudden sharp cry rang out in his ears.

Su Nian’an’s long hair was elegantly pinned up, held in place by a delicate hairpin that matched her exquisite earrings. Her fair skin seemed flawless, her slender willow brows framed a pair of large, expressive eyes, and her soft pink lips made her appear more alluring than ever.

“Before we go home, you’re coming with me somewhere first!” I said, instructing Assistant Li to change course for the bank. Once there, I placed the safety deposit box key in Liang Jinyan’s hand.

Recalling the events of last night, I grinned slyly at Brother Nan, then ignored him.

Gently, I set the disc on the ground and lifted the yellow cloth draped over it. In an instant, a brilliant white light burst forth, transforming the entire celestial realm into a world of pure white.

Azhan had originally planned to spend the New Year with Chu Weiwei, but fearing something might happen to Yi Beihan, he decided to stay at the villa instead, just in case.

Saddam’s expression froze, his gaze growing dark. Despite lowering himself so much, he still couldn’t win her over. With a cold snort, Saddam’s face changed as he muttered, “If that’s how it is, don’t blame me for what happens next!” He reached out and grabbed Winnie’s arms.

I watched my master descend the stairs, standing there for a long while before finally letting out a long breath and flopping onto the sofa.

Axin received the news and hurried to the gate with two old maids, two elderly servants, and a cook to welcome the guests.

This video posed no threat whatsoever to Huo Lin; in fact, it could only drag her into an inescapable abyss.

Still, he couldn’t really comment on everyone’s eagerness for medicine. After all, all drugs have side effects, and using them blindly without a doctor’s diagnosis could be dangerous.

Feeling a powerful sense of danger, Xiong Ge’s previously swollen pride suddenly deflated. The thought flashed through his mind in shock before his body was sent flying uncontrollably.

“Mom, it’s fine. Let them prattle on smugly for now. Once everyone arrives, it won’t be too late to set them straight,” Qiao Lan leaned in and whispered to Shen Yao.

He called out instinctively, only to realize the scene before him was shifting again, returning him to the place he’d been before.

He had awakened his essence, and as the nine tribulations of fate descended, Lin Chen happened to fall into a state of wild madness.

Chen Che focused intently, replicating one spiritual herb after another from the Complete Solution of the Alchemic Path, immersing himself wholly in the task.

Qiao Lan spent quite some time performing acupuncture on the old squad leader, but once she removed the final silver needle, Zhao Erhe felt a lightness throughout his body, and his throat, too, felt much improved.

Lu Xiqiao quickly peeled another shrimp for her, dipped it in sauce, and placed it on her plate with his chopsticks.

At this moment, golden flames flickered across Yi Qiye’s body, unleashing a might far beyond ordinary heavenly fire. The divine blood within him boiled and roared as his right fist crashed down on Xiao Ye, as though carrying the will of all the worlds.

Now, calling them the Nine-Colored Saint-Eater Insects was no longer quite appropriate. The nine-colored radiance that once graced their bodies had vanished, transforming into nine lines of divine pattern. The swarm they formed could now overpower and suppress even the most savage beasts of the wild, not only with ease, but with complete and utter dominance.