Chapter 55 Administering the Drugged Potion

"Third Miss usually eats very little at dinner. My lady worries you might get hungry, so she prepared some pastries in advance to tide you over. Would you like to try some first?" Green Luo held the pastries with both hands, shrinking her neck nervously as she spoke, afraid of accidentally offending Shen Yuan.

"These are all my favorite treats. You’re very thoughtful, little sister," Shen Yuan said, picking up a thin, crispy pastry and placing it in her mouth.

Green Luo watched as she chewed thoughtfully, seemingly savoring the flavor.

"The taste is quite good," Shen Yuan remarked.

Shizhongyu glanced intently in the direction of the stone, and under the gleam of the snowlight, he suddenly recognized the five figures—they were none other than Murong Ke with his four elite iron guards.

After bidding farewell from the side courtyard, Tang Cheng exhaled deeply under the clear night sky. He felt utterly exhausted; interacting with these people was truly draining—from their awkward speech to every single movement.

He hadn’t expected the man he had treasured all this time to be a pompous, hollow buffoon. Du Juan’s tears welled up again, but publicly exposing Cheng Mingzhen’s deceit would be like slapping himself in the face. Lacking the courage, she quietly turned her horse’s head and slowly walked away from the camp.

At that moment, Qin Lingyun’s body trembled involuntarily as two figures burst forth from within her original form.

"What is your identity? Could you be the Way of Heaven?" Qin Lingyun asked, though she didn’t care much about their origins. Everyone around her bore different identities—even Murong Ziyan was the reincarnation of the compassionate Buddha, and Yutian Lan’s past life as a war god was a celestial emperor.

It must be understood that most heavy elements naturally decay over time, with decay periods varying in length. Around two billion years ago, when the sun formed, many of these heavy elements had not yet fully decayed, so their accumulated richness still held significant mining value.

Finally, arriving at a vast land, he saw many people bound in chains, trudging across the ground while dragging enormous boulders as heavy as mountains, their steps faltering with difficulty.

“Brother Chen is dead? I refuse to believe it—I cannot accept it!” Qi Suniang tried to rise from the ground, but a sharp pain shot through her left foot. Gasping, she gritted her teeth and forced herself up. She had to find someone and ask for news.

“Yaoyue, Yanyue, you two remain secluded in the Underworld. When I return, we shall unite our paths,” Qin Lingyun said.

Struggling to breathe and fearing to move his right leg, Mo Qingchen discarded his virtue and directly grabbed Princess Fu Yao by the hair.

Xiao Yue wasn’t doing it for the Yang family’s old residence; she simply didn’t want the Yang family to appear disrespectful before the village elders. Otherwise, it would be difficult to seek their help in the future.

At this moment, the usually silent Dazizi suddenly spoke: “Junior brother, let’s go. Don’t listen to this old man’s nonsense. He’s probably jealous because we stole his business.”

But Wang Youjun was worthy of being selected by the Ji Shi Hall—not only had he cultivated water-elemental combat power, but he had also derived wood-element techniques from the water’s property of nourishing wood.

Of course, many came simply to broaden their horizons or try their luck. The Li family siblings went to gain experience, led by Meng Guan. Meng Guan, besides protecting their safety, would not participate in the treasure hunt. Otherwise, it would surely anger the ancient immortal guardians watching silently.

Uncertain how long he had slept, Xu Tian only vaguely heard the faint sound of a door opening. He opened his eyes and sat up, seeing Sun Yipeng and Liu Hongwei enter.

After Xiao Yan spoke, Meng Yan and Yun Hong simultaneously stopped. Meng Yan snorted coldly, took two steps aside, and distanced himself from Yun Hong.

Ming Xuan narrowed his eyes, puzzled. After standing for a long while and about to turn away, a faint wave of energy surfaced in his chest.

The old man truly didn’t know anything, because even Ling Changfeng himself didn’t understand what he was talking about—how could the other party know?

“Enough, hurry up—no strength left to scold you!” Cold sweat kept streaming down his forehead. Before Mo Yongjun could finish speaking, Zhang Cong irritably cut him off and sealed his mouth.