Chapter 102: The Emperor’s Strategy (Two-in-One)

Li the Blind hurried through the falling snow, his figure carrying a trace of loneliness before quickly fading into a streak of light.

The Grand Arbiter watched this ill-fated old friend gradually disappear into the snowy cityscape of the capital, then finally turned back.

Steam still rose like mist from the teacup on the table, while two sets of divination plates lay quietly on the Bagua altar.

The Grand Arbiter slowly approached the table and gathered up both sets of divination plates, yet he paid no heed to either.

Some found Mo Tian’s earlier actions unacceptable, while others dismissed them; after all, not everyone was as involved as Steward Li—most preferred to remain indifferent.

A servant in plain clothes, carrying water, inadvertently witnessed this scene and was so startled she quickly and quietly retreated, closing the door behind her.

Glancing briefly at Zhen Yi, Gu Lanyi had no time to explain and, cradling her son, moved toward the stone pillar. Gao Qiyun followed closely, his heart pounding as the crackling sound of electricity grew clearer.

Among the martial masters by the blood lake, some were as strong or even stronger than them, yet they too were affected. If these masters descended and were influenced, escape would be nearly impossible.

Feng Min watched her for a long time without speaking. Her frown deepened. It was best to sign the contract quickly; with its binding terms, she could still threaten her. If not, she’d have to negotiate with the boss to raise the penalty for breach of contract.

Zhou Ran and Tu Yuan were versatile talents, capable of handling any task. But Wu Xin, aside from being an assassin, paid little attention to other matters.

Prefect Liu felt as if his sky had turned gray. Why was his fate so unfortunate? Why was he burdened with such a thorny problem?

Not long after falling, the light above vanished, but from below came a faint yet eerie glow, clear and haunting, as if descending into a ghostly realm.

“You’re not a hollow person; there’s no need for you to wade into this mess. You’d better skip the final match,” Lei Ming said earnestly.

Mu Tian first contacted Zhao Gang, who was very pleased with their discovery. After all, he had led others here for a long search before, but to no avail.

“Go ahead. While you go through the last three trials, anything else you gain along the way belongs solely to you!” shouted Grandpa Xiao Pang.

But he remained silent, burying his head in his drink. They looked at Yuxiu, who only shook her head, equally clueless about what was going on.

“Brother Lei Shi, where are you going?” Hou Ju whispered softly as Tiemu Yun prepared to leave.

Liu Shimeng naturally did not stay. She seemed to have already encountered the ending. No matter what, even if Su Zhengqiu finally got what he wanted, how could she explain it to Su Rui, though Su Rui was but a puppet?

At this moment, the Star and Moon Immortal Sect lay in ruins. The sect had vanished, its disciples all perished. Only the slow-burning flames on the ground still whispered of the previous calamity.

As expected, the earlier bids matched predictions. But when it came to Zhang Xiaoli, the price suddenly soared—one million with each raise no less than one hundred thousand.

Yet such concern made Chu Feng feel utterly useless, leaving him strangely at a loss.

If he didn’t properly deal with this fellow, the dean would truly think he had no influence at all in the school.

Not only did Ye Dongcheng feel perplexed, but Lin Qiuyue also found it strange. The pills given to Ye Dongcheng enabled him to become a Foundation Establishment cultivator, while those given to her only allowed her to reach the Qi Gathering stage.

“The secrets of fate must not be revealed,” Chu Feng said, then led Zhao Jing away. He had already investigated the professor’s route home. The professor had evening classes today and would be returning late. Chu Feng had punctured the tires on the professor’s car, so surely tonight the professor would have to walk home.