Chapter 42: Fundraising and Auction

At the same time, in the Huaqing Palace.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, but Yang Guifei was already awake. Or rather, she had not slept at all that night, tossing and turning until dawn. The events that had unfolded in the Eastern Palace last night played over and over in her mind. At times, she ground her teeth in frustration; at others, she felt as bashful as a young girl. The shock of it all weighed heavily upon her.

The entire scene had lasted for a full hour; the six bodies were broken in every possible way, gaping wounds exposing white bone, the earth stained crimson with their blood. Five of them had already lost all signs of life, while Wang Weizhi, whose cultivation was the highest, still clung to a single breath.

This left Zhao Ming utterly stunned. The other party hadn’t even finished what he started before shouting “scoundrel!” All he had done was grab her hand—was that really something so outrageous?

Meanwhile, the Demon God Temple and the Temple of Ten Directions were entrusted to the Extinction Clan and the Wraith Clan. The two newly arrived patriarchs, Ancestor Ancestral Spirit and Ancestor Holy Spirit, were eager to make a name for themselves and stepped forward without hesitation.

“The total value of the items is low, and the range of exchangeable goods is extremely limited. Successor, please make your selection!” As the prompt sounded, several items appeared on the screen before Jiang Han.

Lin Yaowu did not think highly of Lu Shanmin. A man who could betray the Zeng family for profit could just as easily betray the Lin family. The Lin family’s current support was nothing more than expediency; everyone was well aware of this.

The Golden Candle Dragon Fruit already carried traces of dragon lineage, and its energy was abundant. Combined with Tu Ming’s constant consumption, it finally met the requirements to form a Dragon Martial Soul.

“Once we leave, no one is to spread rumors, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Big Liar knew this spatial treasure was beyond extraordinary; if word got out, disaster would surely befall Tu Ming. He had no choice but to warn everyone sternly.

He wanted to smile, because she wanted him to smile, and yet his smile, seen through the eyes of others, was tinged with bitterness.

The other temple lords also began to amplify their strength. Though they did not use the power of their primordial divine spirits, even so, the force they unleashed was formidable. Particularly, the master of the Hall of Annihilation from the Extinction Sect flicked his hand and summoned a sharp, white long blade.

Lu Shanmin pushed the door open. He found He Zhang seated in the living room; before Lu could speak, He Zhang hurriedly stood up. “Has it begun?”

Every day, Xue Yuan watched the endless stream of visitors and found her joy waning. Though she loved sharing her culinary creations, if this continued, she feared her family’s stores would be depleted.

In a short period, Liu Yun could not change his clothes, which meant the enemy was confident they could eliminate him quickly.

Chen Tianhang mused that if he went to see her, Zitong would surely be moved and agree to his pursuit.

Now, having returned to the mountains to start a business, no matter how difficult it was, he had to ensure the electricity was installed for him.

As they walked, Xiao Ruoyu suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her body trembled slightly, and her gaze was fixed, unblinking, in a certain direction.

Li San’s face had grown even more unsightly. Not only had his weapon been destroyed, but that recent strike had left his insides in turmoil—no wonder his complexion was so poor.

Du Feng hurried over, intending to dig up the mysterious ginseng, only to discover that nearly the entire patch consisted of the same plant.

Weeks was exceedingly friendly, chatting with them non-stop on the fishing boat, asking about this and that.

As for matters between the two races, she was in no position to explain. Even as Mo Yan kept her back, she could not decipher his reasons.

That fish resembled a goldfish, but its form was closer to a crucian carp—only it glimmered gold.

“No, I must speak. Otherwise, Master will have died for nothing!” This time, a surge of hatred appeared on Azure Bird’s face as she recounted what happened after Zhang Chi was drawn into the Mirage Mirror.