Chapter 58: The Plan Falls Apart

Does he truly not know? Why did his eyes flicker when he spoke? Lan Wanting, ever observant, noticed his odd behavior and felt a surge of doubt in her heart. "Then do you know who cast the Gu on you?" she asked, her words neither mistaken nor out of place.

Regret, remorse, self-blame—these are useless emotions, powerless to change reality. Yet when Lizhu was chasing after Young Master Bai, she had clearly held back. Now, looking back on everything, a torrent of mixed feelings surged within her, and she couldn't help but find it a little funny. Cause begets effect; every event has its origin.

Recently, the school had been expanding, and many migrant workers had arrived. This place was rather remote—could something have happened by accident?

Inside a simple house at the Huaxia Martial Soul Base, Huangpulan sat across from a handsome man whose face was shadowed by gloom. The man pressed his lips together, silent for a long time, eyes fixed intently on the phone atop the table, which kept repeating two sentences over and over. He was Feng Tong, Huangpurou's boyfriend.

Jiang Siyu and another officer sat at the interrogation table and began their questioning. Starting with mundane details like name, place of origin, and occupation, they eventually moved on to last night's altercation.

Meng Yao was well aware that the Blazing Flame Hall in South Africa had already been rebuilt and restored to its former glory, but Luo Xiao had remained in Las Vegas all this time, simply because Tong Ran lived here.

Having finished speaking, he didn't bother to see the reactions of the two, but wrapped his arm around Lan and closed the door, shutting out those two wearying gazes.

Huichang Temple was grand in scale—this courtyard had been set aside especially for the royal family and nobility, separate from the monks' quarters. Though there were attendants for food and daily needs, what Li Ke intended for Xiao Xiang was not the private kitchens of the courtyard, but the vegetarian hall open to pilgrims.

Behind her, Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, watching her receding figure. She was clearly happy, and her happiness was simple: she wanted neither wealth nor power. A peaceful, ordinary life was enough to satisfy her.

She frowned deeply. For Zhangsun Wuji to so openly inscribe a sign for the Natural Residence, all the necessary arrangements must have been made long ago. In the court, there would be many who coveted this position. For someone like herself, inexperienced in political intrigue, making a move would not be easy.

Ye Tian's brow twitched as he stared intently at the activity in the air. Mo Zixian's lotus-holding technique had already taken shape, and that white lotus was growing ever clearer.

Shuibian had now been in Country R for more than a month. Though she still couldn't recall who she was or where she came from, she had already fully adapted to life there.

Zheng Ao gritted his teeth, nodded, and called out, "Understood, Fifth Elder!" Suddenly, he raised his right hand high, then slammed it down hard onto the Zheng family's arena.

The fire wolf was adept at seizing the moment. When Ye Tian's avatar appeared, it lunged at the opportunity to pounce. Ye Tian whirled around, murderous energy swirling. He intended to finish off this hungry wolf with martial skill. But just then, a man burst forth—a burly figure with the strength of a tiger and bear: it was Aquei.

"Ares, wait here for me. I'll be back in a moment!" I patted Ares on the shoulder, then hurried to the blood pool, drank up half the nether blood within, and returned to Ares, channeling it into his body.

"Damn you both! I've been yelling for ages—don't tell me you just heard me now?" the bald, chubby man shouted angrily.

"Yu Bo! I miss you. Won't you come back for a while?" she said into the phone. Though the call was connected, it was as if no one was there; only a voice echoed faintly.

Shen Feifei didn't know if this dream would suddenly be shattered. She only hoped she would never wake, that she and Xiao Yi could sleep on together forever.

"Well," Xia Xiaoxiao almost wanted to slap herself; how had she come up with such a brainless suggestion? "Alright then..." she resigned herself. As long as it didn't involve sharing a bed, she could accept anything.

Nie Yuansheng smiled, picked up his bowl, and downed the chicken soup in one go. Then from the bottom of the food box, he took out a larger bowl, filling it to the brim. Mu Biwei, seeing his hearty appetite, was delighted, constantly adding more dishes for him while barely touching her own porridge.

"Brother, where are you going today?" After a brief silence, Cheng Jiajia asked while sipping her porridge and watching her brother.

At that moment, the autumn wind was bleak. In the luxuriant garden, branches rattled in the wind while three concubines remained deadlocked in their standoff.

Afterward, she picked up a gold plate, scrutinizing the patterns, then pulled the box back from Miao Ran, took out the five gold plates, and arranged them on the tea table, shifting them like puzzle pieces until they formed a concave shape. Only then did she stand and gaze down at this incomplete picture, satisfied.

After Lingzhi had sat for a while and left, Miao Ran mentioned to Zhang Qingfang some of her recent thoughts.

Blinking her eyes, slender fingers tapped the table rhythmically. Su Yunran withdrew her gaze and looked at the tea cup etched with simple lines before her, a gentle smile lingering on her lips.

Cheng Jiajia stretched her arm weakly, staring into the unknown beyond, despairing—what was she to do?

Cheng Jiajia ignored her brother and, after lying there for another minute, finally got up, eager to see what she had managed to bring back.

Her beautiful eyes still glistened with tears, and the lingering soreness in her eye sockets made Qi Jingyao's head throb painfully, her vision growing blurred.

Hearing this, Crescent Moon nearly leapt up, gritting her teeth. "At night, at night, I'm very useful." After saying so, she seriously pondered how true that statement was.

Miao Ran nodded and went to the post office to make a call. Not wanting her family to worry, she simply said she'd encountered a girl on the road who looked like Zhang Qingfang and had fainted. To save her, they had to send her to the hospital. Since Zhang Qingfang thought she might be a lost relative, they'd stay an extra day or two until the girl woke up before returning home.

After everyone had left, I quietly opened my eyes. Once I confirmed I was alone, I shifted slightly. Fang Heng, drugged and unconscious, lay motionless at my feet. I kicked him a few times, but he didn't react at all, so I gave up.

The longevity lantern in my right hand had been replaced by an ancient sword, its blade engraved with three thousand six hundred talismanic seats, corresponding to the three thousand six hundred deities of the heavens.

Frankly speaking, if it hadn't been for Su Meng's presence, relying on Luo Ze alone, the situation would have been much more troublesome.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ye glanced at Ning Yao beside him. She smiled lightly, clearly acquiescing.

In truth, what I was thinking was that Jiang Biwei's constitution had always been weak. Her immune system was poor, and in this era, medicine wasn't nearly as advanced as in modern times. A surgery that would have one discharged in a week today would be far more dangerous back then, with both drugs and equipment falling far short of modern standards.

Then, under the "forceful testimony" of the Stone Demon tribe elder, the rest one by one accepted Tang Chen's soul seal, all becoming his servants.