Chapter 86: You Will All Die

Wang Hai came down the steps wearing a brazen smile.

Standing beside Master Zhou, he was brimming with excitement. “Ye Chen, let’s settle our old scores and new grudges all at once!”

“Today, don’t even think of begging me. I can never forgive you!”

“Good!” Ye Chen’s expression turned icy.

Yun Mo tightened his grip on the phone until it felt as though he might crush it in his hand.

In the escape room moments earlier, the two of them had been covered in snow, which melted into their clothes and instantly soaked their coats through.

What of the crown prince? Even in death, he would be no more than a coffin and a single white lamp. Who knew whether that dim yellow glow could even illuminate the cold, desolate road to the underworld?

“Brother, take him away. I won’t make things difficult for you.” Ye Fan glanced at the wounded Luo Feng, then addressed the burly bearded man.

Lin Cangming’s words sent Jia Lan into deep thought. After a long while, he finally said, “So what are you planning now? Don’t tell me you really mean to peel that old man’s head off and take it back to exchange for Fei’er?” His tone was indifferent, betraying neither joy nor anger.

Chen Hanping, however, did not look at him. His gaze swept over the Seventh Princess, Hao Lian Zize, and Hao Lian Beier before he lowered his head. The half-lidded eyes concealed the flash of murderous intent that passed through them.

And the contestants who had not yet gone onstage all let out a quiet breath of relief upon hearing that name. Even Ye Fan felt a little less tense.

At last, the lightning vanished. Ye Fan exhaled deeply, then took a robe from his storage ring and put it on.

When Li Xiuniang heard the guard’s report, she was puzzled. Hadn’t they just gone out? How had they returned already? She hurried off toward the main hall.

“Having Rong Qian accompany me is the same,” Bao Si said with a faint smile, shaking her head to show she did not mind at all.

Whether the words just spoken were true or false, real or feigned, she had no idea how much Mama Gu believed. She did not know what sort of people lived on this island. But judging from the tone of it, they seemed bent on killing her. If so, then only by making it clear that she was at odds with everyone else could those others remain safe.

“What’s so impossible about that? The art of refining the body of the lunar spirit is only a general term; the specific method is guarded by separate secret techniques. So even if I tell you, it makes no difference.” Tan Tai Xin smiled lightly.

I slipped quietly back and lowered my voice. “Wait until the shaman-witch falls asleep before we make our move.” At that moment, I looked toward the opposite wall. There was a shrine-like platform there, set with offerings, and in the center sat something covered by red cloth.

“There is one thing I have never understood: what is the purpose of the Nine-Dragon Boat of the Moon Palace?” Gong Jue asked in confusion.

Only then did the two learn that an imperial official had fallen from his horse and injured his foot. A physician from the Imperial Medical Hall had treated him with acupuncture, and when the needles went in, a gas like smoke had risen out. By evening he had grown drowsy and unconscious, and by morning his condition had become increasingly critical. His family hurriedly carried him back to the Imperial Medical Hall.

“Yiran has been here quite a while as well. On her behalf, this minister thanks Your Majesty for your hospitality,” he said.

Even if the newcomers were indeed fellow members of the celestial realm, it would not dare trust them lightly. Setting aside what lay before its eyes, even if one spoke only of crossing the river, that path was already blocked. Those driven mad by such unwarranted designs were not limited to the half-immortals from the mortal world; there had long since been precedents.

Expanding one’s field of vision was no simple matter. The farther the sight extended, the more spiritual energy it required. Under normal conditions, Zi Yunyuan maintained a perfect balance between replenishment and consumption at a range of four hundred and fifty meters. In other words, his vision could remain steady within that four-hundred-and-fifty-meter radius at all times.

Mo Wei said nothing. On the matter of South Xiangchuan, their views were indeed the same. Moreover, Lu Mengxiao had killed Xia Ru as well, and they were both people he disliked.