Entangled in the web of karma

Jiang Jiyun recounted to Ji Ningzhao the sequence of events that had unfolded that night, much the same as she had told Ying Chongyun. She and Lu Yixing were still husband and wife, so when Lu Yixing fell under the influence of the nightmare, he turned his blade on Jiang Jiyun without a moment’s hesitation. Fortunately, Jiang Jiyun was calm by nature and had great trust in Lu Yixing. Even though she didn’t know the specific effects of the nightmare, her instincts told her that Lu Yixing’s strange behavior was caused by the rack of human heads.

She had worked in partnership with Lu Yixing for many years and understood him well.

“What’s the point of what we’re doing now?” Liu Yi asked in confusion, surveying the present situation. Being in the midst of it all, he felt dazzled, his eardrums on the verge of bursting, and it seemed as if his entire bloodstream was spinning madly along with the raging gusts. Just as he felt himself about to explode, desperate to let out a wild roar, he heard a dull thud, and the giant eagle screeched as it plunged onto the summit of Liangyi Peak.

By around eleven o’clock, Liu Yi had already reached the familiar mountain village. After being away for so many days, he was finally home.

Meanwhile, Xu Zhenhua was tirelessly teasing and shouting, even resorting to cursing in the end, but the bird remained completely unmoved. The absurdity of the scene had everyone roaring with laughter, unable to contain themselves.

Amid Shen Yimei’s heart-wrenching sobs, Wu Di silently left the room. With trembling hands, he lit a cigarette and slowly crouched down against the wall.

He even drew forth all four and a half immortal veins, which surged toward him like dragons or serpents, twisting and transforming as they approached.

“Let me say a few more words,” said Li Jianfeng, captain of the criminal police unit. He was a burly man with thick brows and large eyes, radiating a strong masculine energy.

Han Jin saw that Qili’s forehead was beaded with sweat and understood that she was dazed, unable to wake herself. He reached out and gently patted her cheek, abruptly cutting off her cry. Yet Qili’s mouth remained open, making the scene appear rather strange.

Zhou Tian had long anticipated the changes in the pig demons, so when they launched their full-scale assault, he was unfazed. He merely glanced at the pig demons before issuing the order to attack.

Xiang Yun remained patient. Having successfully detained Guo Jia, he now turned his gaze expectantly to Xun You by his side.

Dong Chao and Xue Ba had performed this kind of task countless times before. Upon hearing the request, they immediately knew it was for Lu Junyi, though they couldn’t tell if they were meant to harm him or to protect him along the way.

Since Youming had not yet rescued Gan Feng, it was not convenient for him to act openly. Unless absolutely necessary, he would remain in the shadows.

Bei An, with her back to Shao Wanxi, failed to notice how terrible Shao Wanxi’s expression had become. So, their arrangement had been plotted for so many years already?

“Excellent, excellent! Seventh stage of Martial Lord, winner of the Heavenly Dragon Tournament, unrivaled among the young generation under a hundred years within the Ancient Spirit Galaxy. Among all disciples of Ten Thousand Realms Mountain, your talent is one of the very best!” The Butcher wore an approving expression, clearly satisfied.

The Fourth Prince watched as Ye Twelfth Daughter disappeared from view, then slowly turned, gazing absentmindedly at the rippling surface of the lake. Her words left a heavy, aimless frustration in his heart. The people and matters she spoke of had nothing to do with him—he had no right to interject. But was it truly unrelated?

Buddhist golden light radiated from Ye Xiong’s body, forming a protective shield around him to ward off the black mist.

“Give me your gun.” Seeing Lin Xiao’s expression, Long Wei and his companion were puzzled. But Lin Xiao shot Long Wei a glance and spoke in a low, commanding voice.

After reading through the details of the four missions, a faint smile appeared on Su Mo’s face—two of them were actually related to the Tyrant Clan.

The Princess Consort of Jiang Commandery had always been remarkably perceptive, and this time was no exception. Upon hearing that the Fourth Prince was to serve as regent, she strictly forbade Lin Ke from associating with Li Tian. Lin Ke, upset, quarreled with her, cried bitterly, and locked herself in her courtyard, heartbroken that her mother could be so eager to curry favor.