Chapter 95: The Black Swan Makes Her Move

"Woman, I am someone Brother Long knows. Dance with me."

Feng Xu looked coldly at the woman known as the Black Swan.

Brother Long was momentarily stunned. At that instant, he had only this one task.

He gritted his teeth and decided to throw caution to the wind. Once this mission was complete, he would resign on the spot.

Besides, once he returned to the Ye Kingdom, he would already have made a name for himself.

...

He had never expected her to be a virgin. He had also been rather rough just now, so no matter how he looked at it, he felt deeply embarrassed.

Still, though great completion stands for the Golden Immortal realm, it is still only the Golden Immortal realm. Even if one has comprehended ninety-eight percent of the laws, one remains in the Golden Immortal realm. Without reaching the limit, one cannot break through, and only at the limit can one advance to the Taiyi realm.

When Zhang Shaoyu returned to the office, he found all four telephones ringing at once. Every screen showed an unknown number. His cell phone was ringing too, and when he answered, all he heard was static.

Sure enough, it was truly a bright spot, and it seemed to be moving constantly. Then he thought he heard a faint sound, like the roar of an engine.

Mayor James was, as expected, difficult to communicate with. Rachel Dawes called the mayor's office several times in succession to explain how grave the situation was, but each time the duty staff coldly turned her away, saying only that the mayor was already resting.

For the people of Tuxiang Town, this place counted as high mountain country. Everyone in Chaoyang grew flue-cured tobacco, so life here had two extremes each year: the season of planting the tobacco, and the season of harvesting it and curing it.

Wang Fan smiled with satisfaction. Shi Yuli said coldly, "Whatever else may be said, you did steal the Shi family's treasured Soul-Gathering Coffin and give it to someone else. That's true, isn't it?"

Liang Dong's case was also a choice made under these circumstances. The Chen family was clearing away every hidden danger, and more than anything they were doing it for Dragon Gate Academy to see. In any case, this matter could be considered completely settled, and Dragon Gate Academy would not intervene in the struggle for power in Bing Prefecture.

The temple rose high, half of it thrust into the clouds. Its foundation was set in the mountain rock beside the summit, and from a distance its side looked like a giant Buddha.

Where had Ximen Lie gone? Had he really stolen the Earthfire? If not him, then who?

"All conditioned things are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning, thus should they be regarded." Mai Sha recited a Buddhist verse, then turned and drifted away.

To ensure his absolute dominance over the Changle Army, Chang Le, though deeply unwilling, still forced himself to endure the crushing sleepiness, went down to the meeting room, and deliberately released his oppressive aura before entering.

She did not even know how much longer this life of hers could be dragged on. One day, she might simply be tormented to death. When that happened, the cause of death would probably read: repeatedly resented and retaliated against by others, and in the end died with lasting bitterness.

Liu Fan walked over to her side and asked, "You haven't slept for two nights. Tired?" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and bent down, pressing a hand to his stomach.

Wuyou stared at the top of the tent, her thoughts in utter disorder. Dazedly, she seemed to be standing on a battlefield; amid flashing blades and swords, it felt as though she were once again stepping into the formation with her senior and junior sisters, fighting the enemy to the death.

Awakening in the middle of the night with a start, she could feel the occasional movement in her belly. Every time that happened, it was as though that man had come back to haunt her again, leaving the First Madam shocked and terrified.

"I am greatly frightened, Your Highness. That is not what I meant." Though the Prince of Jin spoke humbly, his manner was by no means deferential. Xia Nuanyan was a noble of Chu; if he said it, no one would believe him.

"What happened?" a low voice rang out, calm yet commanding. Bai Mo walked over, glanced at Ye Ruyu kneeling on the ground, then looked at Liu Qianyan and Madam Yang, his thick brows drawing together in displeasure.