Chapter Ninety-Nine: Settling Accounts

A cluster of schoolgirls chatted and laughed as they left the school gates, their pale blue jackets and black skirts forming a bright, eye-catching sight that made passersby stop and look back. The girls enjoyed the envious gazes of those around them, while Lu Yazhu stood at the center, basking in the others’ praise.

"Yazhu, that scene you just played was wonderful. I was moved to tears!"

"With you as our leading actress, this play is sure to be a huge success!"

"Yes, yes—let’s first wish our performance great success, and wish Yazhu the Best Actress award!"

A blush rose to Lu Yazhu’s fair cheeks, making her look both dainty and shy. She lightly punched her friend, then lowered her head and toyed with her hair, too embarrassed to speak.

The middle-aged professor’s face instantly darkened with anger, then, in the next moment, he was startled; after that, a trace of cold amusement appeared on his face. His expression changed so drastically in the blink of an eye that even the finest actor could not have matched such brilliance.

"Senior, have we perhaps met before?" Piaowuzong asked in puzzlement as he kept grilling fish.

Kang Zheng’s cold voice rang out in the night. Like a leopard, he sprang forward.

So that was it. Hearing Ye Sanlang’s explanation, Xianyu Fudong finally understood where that strange sense of incongruity had come from when he looked at Lisi Han earlier. It turned out that her present face had been altered by disguise.

As someone reborn with memories from years later, An Ran also did her best to pull the pitiful scraps of her past-life memories about the game from the depths of her mind, squeezing them out little by little as though milking a cow.

"General Xiahou need only issue the order at once: place the entire city on alert and stand ready. Presumably, it will be exceedingly difficult for those thieves to enter the city."

A violent surge of power spread outward. The demon core relic met Zhang Ye’s devastating blow head-on, and Zhang Ye was sent rebounding backward by the shock, somersaulting through the air before righting himself.

Of course, this was an immense undertaking, not something that could be accomplished in a day or two. Given the current situation, however, the primary use of energy crystals remained strengthening weapons.

"Your Majesty, I fear there has been some misunderstanding here. Please allow this subject to explain slowly."

This explosion also alarmed Long Feiyu and Zhan Pingfeng and the others. Because of Zhao Linyao, they knew that the Dark Star Demon Sage held a favorable view of human cultivators. Thus, amid the chaotic battle, some of them remained neutral for the time being, while others fought fiercely against the demonic cultivators.

This was a question many people harbored in their hearts. Only Tianmo Xiu knew that his confidence was not without basis. In the final battle atop the Ninefold Heavens, how great the benefits he had gained truly were even Ying Peng and the others did not know, much less could they determine how powerful he now was.

"Tell me: why is it that becoming a lord allows one to obtain the faith of others?"

The two of them confronted each other in midair, while the plaza below had become a wasteland. The towering palace had already collapsed, leaving only jagged piles of shattered rock.

"The young lord instructed me to tell Miss Lu not to worry about last night’s matter; he will find a way to resolve it. He also specifically sent me here as a gesture for those with designs on the matter to see."

"Yingying, since you are Jiujiu’s friend, then you are my friend as well. Whatever happens in the future, come to me without hesitation, and I will certainly handle it for you," Ding Xiaoxiao said boldly.

"Who is it outside?" She had not forgotten to ask the maid at home who had come, and why no one had answered for such a long time.

Many demonic cultivators had long been suppressed in the cultivation world, but now, with the Demon Emperor’s advance, they were beginning to turn the tables and oppress the cultivators instead.

You call my phone, I call yours; now and then we go out together for milk tea or coffee on the street, talking about our own lives and our own troubles. I listen to you sing for me and watch you draw ever closer to your dream, while I am still standing where I was, neither moving forward nor backward.

"I understand. Farewell."

With that, a man wearing a Xuanwu mask and carrying a black gourd about a foot long at his waist emerged from the cave and vanished into a streak of black light.