Chapter Fifty-Four: How to Gamble

Currently, the Shenzhou team has rescued 58 survivors—a rather impressive number. All the participating teams are considering evacuating this planet, but the black layer above their heads traps everyone inside.

Yet the disciple standing before her now—the emperor she once personally taught—proved to be even more ruthless and unscrupulous than she had ever imagined.

"Let's go to the infirmary and have a look," Ye Miao said anxiously, supporting him by his uninjured arm.

If she had handled this matter herself from the start, wouldn't that have been better? Her grandmother wouldn't have to worry about her being bullied at school, and she could have taught those people a lesson herself. From then on, they would only keep their distance out of respect.

Ou Ting's wrist was bitten. Even someone as inscrutable as he was nearly cried out in pain.

Had it not been for Hu Li's interference, she might already be a renowned designer, traveling the world with her mother, conquering one city after another.

He gazed at the hand gripping his wrist—a novel sensation, as he seldom had such close contact with people.

But if even he could not articulate the benefits, how could he expect the people of Lueyang County to wholeheartedly believe in the prospects of refining Eucommia resin and be willing to plant Eucommia trees instead of clearing mountains for fields?

In a fit of anger, Ni Dahai slammed on the brakes. Tian Xiner, unprepared, lurched sideways and her head hit the glass window with a thud.

If mist appeared and entered the body, the dantian was intact; if the mist dissipated into the air, the dantian was damaged; and if there was no mist at all, the dantian had been ruined.

Once everyone else had mostly left, only Zixu, Su Yang, Qin Lanyue, and Qin Huang remained in the field.

This insidious trick was an insight Lu Ren gleaned from later American methods, and countless facts proved that, however vicious and despised, it was undeniably effective. Lu Su, being from a wealthy merchant family, quickly grasped the implications. Once he understood, could he not curse Lu Ren for his ruthlessness?

Yet why did she always sense sorrow and longing in his voice, even a faint trace of regret?

Mo Chuanyang, cooking for them? Wasn't he a formidable demon guard? Could they have mistaken him for a chef?

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When Su Ye landed, one foot was already embedded in the solid rock, surrounded by invisible waves of gravity.

As most people gradually departed, Xie Feng still hadn’t figured out what was going on, but he didn’t intend to pursue the matter—he had more pressing issues to deal with.

At the edge of the grassland lay a vast ocean, stretching forth. Beneath the heavy clouds, they bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun that filtered through the cracks in the sky. The distance rendered the scene dreamlike, and in that illusion, the sea and they themselves became indistinguishable.

The tendrils were, in fact, immaterial—born from a peculiar technique innate to the immortal ice demon. Invisible to the naked eye and nearly undetectable by spiritual sense, they were impossible to guard against. Many cultivators, upon encountering the ice demon, would collapse under these tendrils before even realizing what had happened.

"My lord doesn't intend to slay the Saint Emperor Chong'en as well, does he?" The man in the yellow robe looked perplexed. By now, Zhu Qi had already killed a demon emperor and a Buddhist master.

Xie Feng was pulled from the house by Master Tianxuan and led to a group of buildings nearby—their destination was the one in the center.

Time ticked by, and before they realized it, midnight had come. Because of exhaustion, Xia Ye Nuo fell obediently asleep. Hao Xin, worried about Hao Meng and Xia Ye Nuo's injuries, decided to spend the night in the hospital to care for them.

From the ancestor’s perspective, the ancient version of Xikong was far more ornate than the current one, though in terms of actual capability, it was much inferior.

This place was a void, eerily familiar, filled with an ancient aura. Had they truly returned to antiquity? The sensation was uncannily real.

"Well, you'll have to make do," the man in black said with a laugh. "With your looks, you could easily pass for a beast from hell."

Luo Yun looked up as well; the tomb’s ceiling was unchanged, but the bloodthirsty divine beast had vanished.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! No one can take Luo Li from my side!" Zheng Zha roared.

"Relocate the capital! Relocate the capital..." The words shook the hall to its core. Even battle-hardened generals were stunned by Li Ru’s suggestion. Since Emperor Guangwu established the capital at Luoyang over 160 years ago, who would not be shocked at such a proposal?

It was clear that this was a source of power, yet unlike the primordial force of the ancient world, it contained traces of the laws of heaven and earth, circulating in patterns of divine script.

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In that instant, witnessing such a tender scene, Qiao'er couldn't help but catch the object handed to her with a gasp of surprise.

Zhan Hongying couldn't confide in Huo Qianying, so she called Yun Feng to vent her frustrations instead. When her mother saw her on the phone, she frowned, thinking it a waste of money.

The Empress, poised for confrontation, waited for Consort Rong to retort, hoping that even if she couldn't sully her reputation, the anger might send her into premature labor. Yet her adversary ignored her completely, focusing solely on caressing her belly.

The other three continued eating, glancing at Takino, who was on the phone and slowly beginning to frown.

If those injuries were real, the muscles should be swollen and tense with pain, and blood dries dark red—but the blood at the corner of her lips remained fresh and bright, clearly unnatural. Only then did they realize she had deceived everyone.

Even if a small amount of high-quality yin energy escaped from the lower layer to the upper one, it would still be absorbed and assimilated by the vast quantity of lower-quality yin energy.

Jian Ning smiled gently and replied, "It's nothing," before picking up her phone from the dining table and adding Ji Ruyi as a friend.

Consort Mother had wronged Consort Rong before; surely Sister Jiujiu didn't like her. But after Mother had been sick for so long, he still wished she could find some happiness.

Standing at the metal door, he could clearly hear the crying inside. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He opened the refrigerator and saw the scattered gifts inside. Song Yu felt a headache coming on—after all, they were supposed to be presents, and the packaging couldn't be so careless.

She was flustered, unsure how to compose herself. She couldn't behave as she had in America—this was China, where all her family and friends were, and all her secrets and shame still lingered. If she truly got together with him, and her past was exposed one day, Zheng Yanlang would lose all face.

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