Chapter Seventy-Six: Abduction

After Zhao Yuan bid farewell to the woman, he set out ahead toward Tianshan. However, what he hadn't anticipated was that trouble would strike mere moments after his departure.

Shortly after Zhao Yuan left, the woman continued caring for Zhao Ling'er. Suddenly, though, an overwhelming sense of foreboding surged within her—a feeling so intense she hadn’t experienced it in years. Not daring to ignore the warning, she hurried outside to investigate.

Yet, nothing seemed amiss outside the door. Still, the woman knew that just because nothing was visible didn’t mean there was no danger. Raising her voice, she called out, “Hiding in the shadows is hardly impressive. If you have any courage, show yourself. I’d like to see what kind of trickery you’re plotting!”

As soon as her words fell, something abnormal did indeed occur—the air around her began to ripple in an uncanny way.

“It’s nothing. I was just careless and nearly bumped into something. We’re not in a safe place yet; go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when we arrive.” Mo Ming tried to start the car again, but it wouldn’t budge, and only the soft sound of the engine dying could be heard.

Originally, Zhang Zijin had no idea about this, but she overheard Zhang Shouyu’s phone conversation with Leng Shaojun by chance. The shock left her cold and nearly fainting; she knew all too well the agony of sensing something was wrong with her child—an anguish that tore at her very heart. Naturally, she couldn’t tell Zhen Zhen, to spare her the additional burden.

That night, while showering, the door suddenly opened from outside. Startled, she quickly tossed aside the showerhead and grabbed a towel to cover herself.

Han Ying’s leg had not yet healed, and she hobbled as she walked. Iman was not faring much better.

The other three cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage were likewise watching, readying themselves to step in should the two elders falter.

“No matter how hard you squeeze, it’s useless. I’m not so easy to kill. By the way, you must be here for High Priestess Hailong,” Jade Consort continued her telepathic conversation with Tian Mo.

Zhen Yang leaned forward slightly, his imposing presence forcing Li Guoqiang to step back, his hands awkwardly searching for somewhere to rest.

“Pfft.” Bloodwing spat a mouthful of blood, struggling to stand as he roared, “I’ll take you with me!” Ye Ming’s eyes widened; incredibly, this man had strapped himself with a staggering amount of explosives.

Minglang motioned for Mei’er to step back. Flexing her wrists, she waited as the two bodyguards lunged toward her. She ducked, sweeping one off his feet, and in the same motion, drove her fist into the other’s abdomen. Both men were sent flying, landing conveniently at Lady Hill’s feet.

The birth of a son should have been a joyous event, filling the family with excitement and happiness. Yet, following the midwife’s congratulatory words, silence fell—deep and unbroken.

“If you’re so proud, then you’re the one who should die. Better to finish you off here and now, so no one can dig up old grievances later.”

“With all three identities claimed by you, I can hardly imagine what kind of legend you’ll forge in the Realm of Defiance.” Mo Tianxuan smiled with anticipation.

The crowd was in an uproar, feeling that everything that had happened tonight was simply too overwhelming—their hearts could barely take it.

Facing Xue Nanhun’s blood-soaked accusation, Shangguan Nian turned her head away with an expressionless face, refusing to acknowledge it in the slightest.

Their mischief was not confined to the court of Yan; they spread havoc across other nations as well, especially among the royal families.

“I’ll make him pay! If anything happens to Shuimai, I’ll never let him off!” Chi Le’s voice rose, brimming with fury.

On the table lay several clusters of white, flower-like objects. Shen Mubai didn’t know what they were, but guessed that they were meant to replenish Alix’s energy.

Chi Yaoyue pressed her lips together and smiled softly, burying her head against Phoenix Reversal. Even if they never had children in this life, she was content as long as she was with her.

Her mind slowly returned to the present. Mo Qianyan gazed quietly at the black stone in her hand. Perhaps this Nine Heavens Thunder Scroll was what Zhuyan had left behind, and there would never be another like it in this world.

This mysterious force of yin and yang carried with it a power to dissolve all things—unstoppable and penetrating every crevice.

Lin Xinru pursed her lips, tears welling in her eyes. Yet stubbornly, she refused to let them fall, tilting her head as she sat on the sofa.