Chapter Fifty: Darkness Beneath the Lamp

“The third dish is steamed crucian puffer beast!” Hua Yun cleaned the beast, gave it a simple marinade, and placed it in the steamer. “The crucian puffer beast is actually very similar to the fish of Ancient Blue Star. In Ancient Blue Star culture, fish symbolize having abundance year after year!”

“The fourth dish is a vegetarian one called Auspicious Greens! It symbolizes good fortune, fulfillment, and blessings to come!”

“Next are reunion dumplings. I made them two days ago with the ingredients we had on hand. Their shape resembles gold ingots, symbolizing the arrival of wealth and prosperity!”

Mo Fan took Lin Xiaoxiao out of the school gates and got into the car. He then drove to a bar.

Yet Chen Xuanyi knew all too well how powerful the Yin-Yang Ghost King under Yu Guiyuan truly was. Neither he nor his master had ever seen it before. This was a blade fight between demons and ghosts, one in which life and death alone would decide the victor.

“Stop flattering me. Answer my question. I told you last year to come to the capital immediately. And now? Where are you? Tell me where you are right now!” Old Tang spoke harshly, but Lin Feng could still hear that much of the anger had faded from his voice.

Beneath the moonlight, she gazed at the brother beside her, whose brilliance was gradually emerging. His calm face showed no trace of sharpness, yet an inexplicable fear rose within her heart.

Seeing this, not only Li Gan, Li Laiheng, and the other commanders supervising the battle from the front lines were frantic with anxiety; even Li Zicheng and Li Guo, watching from the central army, grew increasingly restless and repeatedly sent men to urge the troops to attack with greater force. But the Longxiang Iron Cavalry had been able to fight its way out even when surrounded by the numerically superior Qing army. How could a mere band of rebel marauders possibly destroy them?

Elsewhere, the underground palace was filled with peril. The revived fox demon could not be defeated with the few weapons in the police force’s possession. Their opponent was a monster. Chen Xuanming’s meaning was that Captain Jiang should not risk his life alongside them and perish in the underground palace. This was how Captain Hua analyzed the situation.

If Yi Yang had not been surrounded just now, he would never have chosen to flee. But things were different now. Once the enemy split up to search for Yi Yang, he would have the opportunity to eliminate them one by one.

Long Mountain lies between Long Lake and the East Sea. Beginning south of Long Lake’s southern road, it winds northward for twenty or thirty kilometers, forming a natural barrier between Long City and the East Sea.

“Exactly, Yi Yang. That is a grave act of disrespect. Princess Lin has done nothing to offend you. How can you treat her this way?” Mo Keren also cut in, scolding him in a娇声.

“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Cheng Tian took the key and hurried toward the second-grade cultivation chamber with Yi Daoxing, who still wore a thoroughly bewildered expression.

The battle between them had already lasted half an hour, yet neither had gained the upper hand. Still, Xiao Wuxie could see that Yan Chikuang was already beginning to lose.

The netizens’ analyses and the fans’ attempts at self-consolation had become hopelessly entangled. When Fang Haoqian finally returned from another province, what greeted him was Liang Xue, who had nearly descended into madness.

Li Yunchen had no need to worry about the method of refinement. The alchemical technique Duan Tianling had given him was flawless, impossible to surpass. Once the barrier was activated, Li Yunchen began manipulating the flames to temper the black gold ore.

Emperor Shenzong, Zhu Yujun, naturally understood how serious the matter was. It was impossible for him not to worry that Zhu Youtang might harbor ulterior motives. After all, Zhu Youtang now commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, and the Ning Prince’s Rebellion had won him unparalleled prestige. Even the brilliance of the Ming emperor himself had been overshadowed.

After that night speaking with Mei Sanniang, Shi Hui understood that although Mei Sanniang’s fate had been tragic, she had not lost her reason. Whenever she mentioned Wang Anxu’s current wife, Chu Hui, there was no resentment in her words. Even knowing that Wang Anxu had killed her in order to marry Chu Hui, Mei Sanniang had wanted revenge on only one person from beginning to end: Wang Anxu.

Generously, Wen Ziqing handed over the rice paper, then turned toward Yang Qian. Yang Qian had seen everything, yet said nothing. She merely extended her hand in silence.