Chapter 70: I Humbly Request the Dao Lord to Meet His Death

"Are you threatening me?!"
Zi Qingwei's body trembled slightly as she stared fixedly at Chen Fan's retreating back.
She... was actually being threatened!
Chen Fan wasn't just making an empty threat; if she dared to step out of that tearoom... Chen Fan would genuinely kill her!
Damn it! How dare Chen Fan do this! A tremor ran through Zi Qingwei's heart.
......
He gazed blankly at that pink, cherry blossom-like smiling face, watching those eyes grow increasingly bright and sparkling from running, and a smile unconsciously bloomed on his lips.
After all, it was an 'accidental death,' so he could be considered somewhat negligent. Therefore, he still had to go and confess his fault to the Emperor, and by the way, report the results of the interrogation. Of course, the content of the report was entirely up to him to decide.
Leaving a hickey on her exquisite collarbone, the tingling sensation made Yun Fuxiow's body grow weak. If Nangong Qing hadn't been holding her, she would have slumped down completely.
When they returned home, the sky had already darkened, and in the blink of an eye, it was time when the evening lamps were just being lit.
Jun Wuyao's eyes narrowed slightly, a terrifying, bone-chilling murderous intent emanating from his purple pupils.
Within his field of vision, the middle-aged man's palm was only a finger's breadth away from the top of his head, yet simply due to this finger's distance, the palm stubbornly refused to descend.
Qi Xiuyuan was currently entangled by his imperial concubines and unable to break away, while Fan Zijiang, wholeheartedly determined to build up his physical strength, had taken a bow, arrows, and guards to hunt on the nearby mountain.
Lu Shiming had been silent all along. He had considered that after the old matriarch's passing, their third branch would inevitably face the division of the family estate. However, the funeral had just concluded, and everyone had yet to recover from their grief, yet Liu and Wang were already singing in harmony, demanding to split the household.
A low voice came through, and Mu Yucheng also turned his head, raising his gaze to look at her. A moment later, he suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around her waist, burying his face directly into her embrace.
The two instantly exchanged a glance and, almost simultaneously, lunged fiercely toward Ye Gu, pinning him down firmly from left and right.
Directly ahead stood a main hall, inside of which rested a gigantic purple crystal coffin. The length of this coffin was at least three times that of an ordinary one, and a colossal beast was sprawled beside it.
She could clearly feel the frenzied and domineering plunder within her mouth, as though an invader was proclaiming sovereign ownership. A trace of moisture swept across her neck, carrying a slight, itchy sensation.
At times, Xu Zhe's saber even grazed the tip of Inchalet's nose, startling Inchalet into a cold sweat.
In fact, Wei Yan was not far away at this moment, but he had concealed his cultivation realm so thoroughly that even Zhao Ping'er's divine sense was unable to detect him.
Ji Rui, the master of Azure Sky City, suddenly seemed to have vanished into thin air, offering no commentary. Others took this as his tacit approval, or perhaps grew deeply disappointed with Lian Xing's approach, becoming even more unbridled. The entrance of the prefectural office was packed to capacity, and the shouting echoed throughout the entire official residence all the way down to the dungeons.
The people at the bottom suffered severe oppression, but they did not know that the generals oppressing them were having an even more miserable time. Especially those from the Starry Empire, who were practically skinned alive through the rigorous drills imposed by several princes.
Refining the Xuanyuan Immortal Sword took Wei Yan a full six months, whereas refining the Fiery Cloud Bell consumed a full two years.
"Ahem, everyone, shouldn't you perhaps listen to my opinion?" Liang Dong said feebly.
They refused to accept lower-grade spirit stones as collateral, nor would they allow other magical artifacts to substitute—was this not deliberately making things difficult for Wei Yan?
"Reward? What reward?" Hearing Delis's words, Xu Zhe was somewhat bewildered. Looking at Delis and then at Soros, Xu Zhe was certain that Soros had sought him out precisely because of this so-called reward.
However, he could not say that Zhang Chengmei had done anything wrong, because from Zhang Chengmei's perspective, he had his own considerations. Yang Qi lacked the authority to blame him, nor did he have the right to claim that Zhang Chengmei had erred; after all, Zhang Chengmei had his own choices and decisions to make.