Chapter Seventy-Four: The World Is Nothing More Than a Grand, Ramshackle Troupe

"Great Demon-Slaying Formation, arise."

As the dazzling light of the massive array burst forth, the evil cultivators realized that their source of power was steadily being drained away.

The righteous cultivators felt the corrupt energy’s influence upon them grow lighter and lighter; knowing that the true experts had joined the fray, their morale soared and their attacks redoubled.

The heads of the Security and Enforcement Departments charged at the forefront, leading the assault.

Yet none could match Jiang Wangshu and Xuanse in speed.

Guided by a tracking talisman, Jiang Wangshu struck without hesitation. Xuanse’s blade, wielded from a distance, cleaved through the air and in an instant landed before Su Yao. By now, Su Yao was nearly spent, her attention fully fixed on Ling Junze. Though she noticed the sudden attack from afar, she simply could not react in time.

Wei Xiao had no choice but to keep searching through the list of names. Naming a child is, after all, a matter that invites endless deliberation, and a name will accompany a child for life. How could Wei Xiao not fret over it?

In a secluded villa nestled halfway up a hill on the city’s outskirts, all was silent, as though no one lived there. Yet unseen shadows hinted at hidden guards all around.

When Ye Qianchong first met his gaze, a chill pierced him so suddenly that he had to look away. Dropping his eyes, he noticed something peculiar at the man’s side.

The driver remained in the car, and so did Xize. She opened the door herself and got in, offering a polite greeting.

Qin Jinyu had just lifted the curtain before her, preparing to step down from the carriage, when she saw the Qin family’s welcoming party at the gate.

Huai Zhen always introduced her friends to Yunxia. Since Yunxia stopped accompanying her after Xize left, she had never gone out alone again.

She shook her head politely. "No need, I can manage myself." With that, she made her way upstairs to rest, lest he dwell any longer on his earlier question.

Suddenly, you realize that all your past confusion, struggles, anxiety, and pain were worth it, for everything is simply the design of fate.

Ten minutes later, having washed both his hair and body, he wrapped himself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom. After glancing at himself to make sure nothing was amiss, he hurried over to sit beside Gu Xi, his eyes full of curiosity as he watched the television drama before him.

Cheng Xuege gritted her teeth and held back her questions. Bai Yuexiang’s intentions were clear—she didn’t want anyone probing into the bearded man’s identity. Didn’t she say he was a lowly palace servant? Clearly, it wasn’t that simple. But this had nothing to do with her. In any case, she had no desire to see that bearded man again.

Once again, Gu Yan had surprised him. She had let all those people go—had she never considered keeping them by her side for protection? If it were him, he wouldn’t have let them leave, even if it was just to serve as human shields.

Chunli, unwilling to give up, continued to cry out desperately for help. But everyone claimed they could do nothing for her. Was she to stand by and watch her mistress vanish with the smoke and flames? She could not. Seeing that everyone else was just there to watch the spectacle, she steeled herself—if they would not save her, she would do it herself.

Inside the main hall, upon hearing two thuds, everyone’s lips twitched. They looked toward Han Jiangxue and Mo Fusheng, who seemed entirely unfazed and, in fact, turned their eyes in unison toward the doorway. The others were speechless—never before had they seen mentors so doting on their disciples.

Li Xiao stubbed out his cigarette, ground it underfoot, and strode up to "Ye Lingwei," scrutinizing her from head to toe. Before he could speak, Yan Qing and Ye Chuze had already stepped forward.

Luo Rongxuan’s voice was so soft that even Gu Yan, who was closest to him, couldn’t make out what he said. She glanced back at him in puzzlement, saw that he seemed a little sad and was half-leaning on her back, so she asked nothing, nor did she stop him from holding onto her.

This young lady had nothing to do with her, so Cheng Rong, always inclined to keep to herself and avoid trouble, naturally wouldn’t meddle.

Because of others, the two had never discussed this topic in detail. Now that Hua Xie had asked, Yin Zhan no longer intended to hide it.