32. The Person Behind the Scenes (III)

Chen Ruyi's voice was weak; his body was completely spent. The suffering he had endured over these past few days far exceeded anything he had experienced in his entire life.

"I am weary. You may leave." Moying, having no desire to say more, gave the instruction in a flat tone.

Wang Chengde racked his brain, but could not think of a suitable candidate. Aside from Chen Jun, no one possessed the capability to hold the position of deputy factory director.

The impact of the incident had already taken hold. Furthermore, the whistleblower had deliberately leaked the information in the middle of the night; by the time they discovered it, the buzz had already spread. Even if they suppressed it now, the netizens were already aware of it. Forcing a move at this point would only invite public resentment.

He had originally assumed Ye Ping was merely grandstanding. Although the cloud was iridescent, he believed it could never have originated from the Celestial Hall. He never imagined it was truly an artifact of that order.

"We have observed that the demons have merged over a dozen space-time tunnels within the city into one massive portal. Perhaps they seek to conserve space, or perhaps they intend to transport something far more colossal."

When he applied force, it felt as though he were gripping an indestructible magical treasure; no matter how he channeled his spiritual energy, his fingers could not tighten even a fraction.

That she did not seek out Concubine Yun was understandable—Concubine Yun would have no use for someone useless, let alone take the initiative to send Lady Shangguan to the Emperor's bed. But to seek her out? She wasn't particularly useful either! Was it simply because she had stayed at Yanxiang Palace twice? Was the aftermath really that significant?

Moying had no impression of this princess. In truth, aside from Mu Jing, the other princesses were so low-profile they were practically invisible.

What filled Chu Huaian with bitter hatred was the realization that he had always viewed Gu Yuanzhen as a pawn in his hand, one he could manipulate at will.

It was even highly probable that the Sand Shinobi had known their daimyo would be attacked, yet they remained motionless. It was only when word spread that the Daimyo of the Land of Wind had been killed—a process that took a mere half-day—that they launched their fierce invasion.

Tang Xuan could not help but want to let out a long roar. However, he suppressed the urge; he could not afford to be reckless now. He was facing an ancient exotic beast, the king of the first level of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Disk. Its strength was surely no less than the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Stage.

In truth, their goal was not merely to rescue Sun Wukong, but more importantly, to help Chi You regain his reason and prevent him from sinking further, lest he become a true demon.

So much for "helping others to the end, seeing a Buddha to the West." Since we have already come this far, couldn't you at least give a nod of agreement?

Thinking to himself that these people were at least sensible, Yang Fan walked slowly toward the crystal alchemy furnace. A single Nine-Turn Spirit-Passing Pill would save him countless hours of grueling toil.

Regardless of the nature of the threat, it was something Yuhua Chen could not contend with; his cultivation was only at the level of a supreme expert. Yet, he did not retreat, standing his ground against the demons, refusing to collapse even if he were to die in battle.

Of course, those from countries that had not joined could enter martial arts halls near the school after classes, or if they intended to join a certain faction, they could go to the special training centers established by that faction.

"Yes, yes, yes! As long as you do not kill me, my Lord, I am willing to swear an oath upon the Great Dao to serve you until death." The six Stone Venerables scrambled to offer their vows.

According to the data from previous tests, only large-scale mines could trigger such a wide-range fluctuation of active substances.

These were things Li Hong had only learned after meeting Huineng and Shenxiu, and from chatting over a game of chess with Sun Simiao a few days prior.

Xiao Fantian deliberated for a long time, but concluded that since he could not be certain about Xiao Ran, he had to ensure the secret beneath the Zunwu Fortress remained unexposed.

He had not expected Xiao Sucheng to pose such a thorny question. Even the resourceful and cunning An Youran was thrown into disarray, unsure of how to respond.

Xuemeng looked at Xiling Jing’s profile. She shifted her body while sitting on the roof tiles, finding the surface somewhat uncomfortable.

"Mother Bailing has spent her life dealing with primal spirits because she is one herself. However, she once transformed into a human. Therefore, Master, please do not be anxious. Once Mother Bailing awakens, we shall know the truth," the Shadow Vanguard said.

Xiao Wu’s eyes turned red. With such a gentle man by her side, what else was there to fear?

Who would have thought that before he could even lecture her, An Youran would suffer a stroke of divine retribution, tripping and falling heavily to the ground. Yet the most innocent party was the heir; because he was firmly clutching her hem, the momentum resulted in a loud "rip," declaring that her outer garment had reached the end of its life.

Leng Xianning had never felt so lowly; she would rather be treated as a substitute than lose such warmth.

"His name is Fang Cheng? Hmm... contact the television stations, the radio stations, and place ads in the newspapers—all these media outlets." Zhao Fanxiang’s eyes gleamed; in this moment, she transformed into a sage.

Suddenly, she saw Yan Chengqian emerging from the hotel, walking with a slight limp, with a police officer speaking to him. Qianqian immediately hid behind a pillar, fearing he might see her, her heart pounding.

Fang Cheng swept a cold gaze across the circle, glanced at Zhang Xiaofan’s complex and apologetic expression, then turned and stepped away, transforming into a streak of pure white light and vanishing in an instant.

"They say you humans are the most sentimental! I shall test whether life or sentiment holds more weight." The cold voice of the Nascent Soul rang out from the distant sky.