Volume One, Chapter 112: Framed

"It was you who had Ye Guang block my way, wasn’t it?" Su Ningxia retorted.

All had benefited greatly; Metatlin, inspired by the concept of the energy matrix, quickly developed a superior high-energy battery that also contained energy nodes—though not as many, nor as explosive in release as the original energy matrix.

The gourd he used to absorb the demigod Mechanical Maiden was itself a ninth-rank Dao artifact. Without such a high grade, how could it possibly seal a demigod so easily? Without exquisite quality, the Seal of Silence would not work at will—the gourd itself had to be formidable. Otherwise, a demigod’s fury would shatter it in an instant.

Hehuan’s long black hair still whipped wildly in the wind, her pale yellow seven-layered gauze dress snapping sharply with each gust. Her face was dyed with blood and the aura of slaughter.

Huaxia boasts five thousand years of grand history; many ancient medical practices have persisted to this day. Much of what people call “rural remedies” are methods handed down from ancestral healers.

Only a deity or two demigod-level experts could hope to subdue Luo Jue.

Yet sometimes she really wanted to give Ye Wei a good beating. The way she spoke—as if he were just a child—was infuriating, especially since he was clearly stronger than her.

The chill between her fingers gradually faded under the man’s broad, warm palm. Mai Zi’s eyelids were so heavy she could no longer lift them, but in her haze she heard a single sentence from the man.

Mo Bai was busy as well, preparing to mobilize vast resources to assist Su Qingge.

He bent over, careful not to trigger a coughing fit. Mrs. Parsons was no help—she could only watch from the side.

Lu Qi frantically waved his hands, terror on his face. "I’m not going, I’m not going! If the old master asks, just tell him I was here!" And with that, he hurried away.

She simply didn’t believe it—how could that useless Shen Yaxi have such abilities? It was absurd! If she didn’t teach her a lesson later, she wouldn’t be Shen Bingyan.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, letting the cool breeze brush her cheek. The warmth she’d just felt, that faint, gentle fragrance—unlike the coldness he usually carried—lingered, soothing both body and soul.

Feng Qingcheng saw even her own cousin subdued by Shen Yaxi, and bit her silver teeth in frustration, her eyes gleaming with venom.

"Um, I’ll just go to the bathroom first. Second Brother, enjoy the beauty’s favor." Zhou Tieniu said before dashing off.

At this thought, Jin Se found herself unable to stay in bed any longer. She rolled over, squinted, and stole a glance at Xuan Ming—who sat like a statue, brows tightly furrowed, a faint blush on his face.

Liu Moyan’s pupils were deep; his gaze fixed on Duan Jinrui, yet empty and unfocused. The man frowned, puzzled, and asked in a low voice.

Night Breeze’s warning to Night Shadow was, of course, carefully considered. Night Shadow often felt Night Breeze knew everything, but he loved to speak in riddles, shrouding the truth in mystery.

If he refuses to admit it, I’ll keep killing until he does. This quiet sentence was laced with chilling resolve and murderous intent, enough to make even someone like Xue Man—a leader at the pinnacle of power, holding life and death in her hands—feel a shiver down her spine.

"Hmph, you don’t even have the guts to touch Takagi’s backside. If I don’t scold you, who should I scold?" Yang Yi shot back, refusing to yield an inch.

"What sort of people are brought here?" Ignoring that feeling, he pressed on with his questions.

"I’ve seen your wife—she wore white and her hair was snow-white," Fan Yan said earnestly. Of course, he wasn’t about to admit he’d gotten into a fight with her, nearly yanking out all that white hair in the process.