Chapter 89: The Death of Widow Shen

Why hasn’t this woman reincarnated yet? But the venom in her gaze, so much more intense than when I last saw her, told me everything—her resentment had grown immeasurably. No wonder Xu Mi Le had said on the way here that he smelled something foul; could it be that she had lingered near the crematorium, following us all the way here?

My first instinct was to run. Yet, on second thought, I realized that if I fled, I’d surely startle her...

For a moment, everyone harbored their own thoughts, and their expressions as they looked at Feng Qi Ye were no longer clouded with confusion, but rather tinged with calculation and curiosity. Ling Su certainly hadn’t expected Feng Qi Ye to act so decisively; her eyelids twitched violently as she glanced at Liu Gui, who had fallen and hadn’t managed to get up for a long while, her heart a tumult of emotions.

To be honest, she really was hungry. She’d been busy since early morning and hadn’t had a chance to eat. Now, finally tasting something she’d made herself—if only that wretch wasn’t sitting beside her—her mood would have been quite pleasant.

Song Yiyi found him quite adorable and couldn’t help but reach out and pinch the emperor’s cheek; the sensation beneath her fingers was rather pleasing.

Robert said, “If you can run naked across the street, I’ll give you a hundred dollars.”

“To think… Father would possess such a doll—it’s even worse than Shinku,” Mercury Lamp sighed, looking at Yeye’s appearance with evident disappointment.

The courtyard was filled with words of blessing, but to Zhao Fuxin’s ears, none of them sounded sincere. After rounds of toasts, the dancing began. When the dance ended, Binglian was finally to make her entrance.

She recalled how just yesterday Fang Jiaxue had complained that Yu hadn’t contacted her in days, as if he’d forgotten her entirely. It was probably for the same reason: they simply weren’t alluring enough.

“Sister Meng, why so quiet? Looks like our suspicions are confirmed!” Song Yuchen goaded, entirely unafraid of the consequences.

Even though Huang Zijian knew how humiliating it was to kneel and beg for mercy in front of so many people, he could endure it no longer.

“If there’s something strange, it must be in the lower level of the imperial mausoleum…” Suxi recalled the pitch-dark tomb, and now it seemed as if an eye had always been watching him. At the thought, cold sweat broke out down his back.

But this Azure Dragon before them—with four claws, five toes, and twin horns atop its head—its bloodline was so much purer than a flood dragon with only two claws, four toes, and no horns. Not to mention the ancient and primordial aura of a divine beast radiating from its body, enough to make all lesser creatures prostrate themselves in worship.

And this time, the theory of relativity that the Supreme One brought forth—though the American masters had not personally experienced it, even its description alone seemed to overflow with grandeur. The American martial artists were desperate to acquire it at once.

The obsession of the Upper Purity sect dissipated entirely, and as he vanished, the entire memory space collapsed. Everyone felt their vision blur; when they came to, they were back in reality. Gazing upon the array of heroic spirits before them, Suxi found himself deeply moved.

Shopkeeper Ke stared at that hand for a moment, lost in thought. He had once held that hand, and wished he could hold it for a lifetime.

Jin Jian didn’t know if it was out of guilt, but as soon as Jin Yun finished speaking, his cries of pain stopped abruptly, and he simply gritted his teeth, his eyes brimming with hatred.

After dining with the tycoon, Huang Yongle returned to the Banana Villa, ready to check the strawberry smartphone he’d drawn today.

This move was the signature technique of Feipeng, the number one divine general of the ancient heavenly court! Without an innate talent for archery, one could study it not just for a hundred years, but even ten thousand—or a lifetime—and still never master its secrets.

Once again, sword energy struck the barrier. This time, it split open a slender crack that did not close. Instead, a ghastly white radiance seeped through, the barrier thinning with every blow, until—finally—with a crisp snap, it shattered, and a green aura appeared before their eyes.