Chapter 58: Aversion

Song Chuanhe never expected Jiang Weili to pull such a stunt.
Once he snapped back to his senses, a profound sense of disgust welled up in the depths of his heart.
That was right—disgust.

Luo He nodded. He had come to the mortal realm to check on Jiang Xiumin, originally thinking that repairing the destiny tablet on Tao Zhizhi's person would suffice, yet who could have imagined that Jiang Xiumin would even stoop to deceiving his own emotions.

Watching Tao Zhizhi look inexplicably inspired despite not fully understanding, Buxiao thought it was better to spare her the confusion, otherwise she would undoubtedly pursue the question of deities perishing to the very end.

In comparison, this particular function of the Faceless Mask was somewhat redundant. However, upon witnessing its other ability to conceal the mind and spirit, Ye Qingxuan could not help his heart stirring.

Whenever the two of them locked horns, it was tit-for-tat with neither willing to yield an inch. Everyone was dumbfounded, leaving the hall plunged into absolute silence.

Once an area spanning a hundred zhang of enemies was frozen solid, followed immediately by a roaring thunder strike, those people would likely be reduced to a scatter of debris in an instant, without even a single drop of blood needing to be shed.

Just as Ling Ruomeng walked outside the yamen, she spotted a furtive figure lingering around the entrance. After a long while, as if having finally made up his mind, the person rushed toward the interior, only to be blasted right back out the moment he reached the threshold.

This was already bordering on shamelessness. What more could the Heavenly Emperor do? Forgiving him was beyond his capability, and casting him into the Immortal-诛 Formation was likewise entirely out of the question.

Lin Yu's gaze locked intently onto the changes in the silver needles. With a shift of his hand gestures and guided by his vital energy, the needles converged and fused together, instantly transforming into eighteen thick silver needles.

The conventional understanding was that when either the maternal or paternal bloodline belonged to a demon race that had taken on human form, the demonic bloodline would be passed down to the next generation. The immediate offspring, as well as all subsequent descendants possessing half-demon blood, were classified as half-demons.

Before General Chang could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Buxiao, who pushed the door open and strode in. At that moment, Tao Zhizhi had her ear pressed against Chenyin's belly.

Xie Liuying's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a deep, derisive sneer as she looked mockingly at Xie Changjing.

Leaving behind those words, Jiang Xiufan assumed Deng Jinxi was heading upstairs. As he lay there resting his eyes, not long after, another figure entered his field of vision, followed by the sound of a cup being set down on the coffee table.

Apart from Abe Funsan, who managed to block the silver needle heading toward him with the sword in his hand, all the other disciples of the famous sword school had a silver needle deeply embedded into their temples. They collapsed to the ground, dead. Meanwhile, another notch was chipped into the blade of Abe Funsan's sword.

It was just that what kind of relationship did this Yu Shu actually have with their family's Cheng Zhi, and why would she address him with such intimacy?

"Alright, Sister Rong, thank you. Under these circumstances, providing food and medicine is already a tremendous kindness. If anyone dares to show ingratitude, I'll kick them out immediately," Wang Lin said with a grave expression.

True to his reputation as Marquis Wucheng Wang Jian, a single shift of his gaze allowed him to deduce the truth in the blink of an eye. With such political insight, it was no wonder he was able to meet a favorable and peaceful end.

Yet judged from this perspective, Jiang Xiufan could not determine whether Deng Jinxi had seen that photograph; even if she had seen it, there was no telling whether she felt any jealousy.

If he only allocated a tiny fraction of energy to generate a massive, overwhelming multitude of clones, wouldn't that effectively solve the communication and information problem?

It was the first time anyone had ever dismissed a fifty-year-old Glenfiddich single malt whisky as watered-down fake liquor.

The restaurant was being looked after by Ansen, the children were cared for by the household nannies and servants, the elderly patriarch along with Deng's father and mother frequently visited the villa, and Jiang Xiufan was busy with the company. Consequently, after checking all the options, Deng Jinxi was currently the most idle person of all.