Chapter 82: Will Be Poisoned by Ruan Mianmian

Shen Wanru forced a smile. “How could that be, Mianmian? You’re overthinking it.”
Though she said this, she didn’t take a single sip of the wine in her hand.
“Then go ahead and drink!” Ruan Mianmian’s eyes sparkled as she watched her.
“All right, I’ll drink.” Under Ruan Mianmian’s gaze, Shen Wanru reluctantly took a sip.
“Wanru, are you—”
Seeing Ruan Mianmian about to speak, Shen Wanru grew anxious and quickly interrupted her.
Watching this, I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Who would have thought that being a murderer could be such an admired profession, with people actually imitating and idolizing them?
“Le Qian’s a traitor? How is that possible?” Upon hearing Lei Hao’s words, Zhang Lai and Xie Zhihua from the Hall of Heavenly Thunder felt their hearts sink. Just now, they thought they’d seen Le Qian fleeing into the distance. If that was true, things would become very troublesome. No, this couldn’t be.
A cultivator had only enough time to let out a scream of agony before the terrifying gale swept him off the platform, slamming him heavily to the ground and knocking him unconscious.
Wen Qingye felt several sword auras cut across his arm, shredding his clothes, but just as the sword energy grazed him, it suddenly withdrew, and the fierce pressure vanished instantly.
When they saw Liu Tianyi’s body on the ground gradually stiffening, everyone shuddered.

After leaving the palace, Ye Tianchen and Hu Jing immediately left the academy, riding a flying spirit beast.
“But Vice Sect Master Mei, rest assured—Tang Sheng will take action. Thirteen lifeless bodies will surely awaken the demon in his heart,” Feng Xing added.
“That must be Xu Tian that Wang Chuan mentioned,” Yang Xuan thought, his gaze flickering as he realized the young man in the silver robe must be Xu Tian.
While the people of the Eastern Celestial Court were shocked, enraged, and incredulous, the masters of the Southern Celestial Court felt only one emotion upon hearing the news.
Later, Yu Fei suddenly snapped out of his daze. Seeing that the sun was already setting, he thought of Chen Jiuxue and hurriedly galloped straight toward Iron Refinery Mountain.
What is a demon? There was no concrete definition at this point, but Tian You, an outsider, knew that what he had created was, in fact, a demon.
Outside You Gege’s villa on the outskirts, cars packed the driveway as if something major had happened.
After a long while, Mu Yi struck his left palm with his right fist, suddenly enlightened—what a marvelous purifying power that auspicious beast possessed. In short: no more baths needed.
Once the red carpet walk was done, the bride and groom went around toasting each table. Song Min, bored, ate a few bites before turning his attention to his phone.
Kui had once been his disciple. Hundreds of years ago, somewhere in the universe, the first interstellar war broke out.
Ruyi drew a glass orb from her sleeve. The two pets inside had finally stopped their ruckus—now, both were so famished they could barely move, let alone squabble.

This time, his personal motorcade was deployed—dozens of identical Rolls-Royce Phantoms left the QID employees stunned.
Behind every warrior stood three massive wooden crates, all filled with ammunition. As long as the bullets held, and the city gates remained unbroken, they could keep fighting endlessly.
As a result, everyone paid close attention to this news, but since cultivators and monsters stood on opposing sides, they could only glean information indirectly from monsters who had dealings with cultivators.
The shinpan lords were feudal rulers related by blood to the Tokugawa family. Among them, the Owari, Kii, and Mito domains—known as the Three Houses—were the most important.
The heavy, steadfast stone gate seemed to dissolve into mist, allowing Lü Qingguang to squeeze through under the shock of the spiritual power surge.
“When I, Lord Wen, give my word, it is as good as gold! I would never go back on it!” Lü Bu lifted his chin, answering proudly.
“The bearing of the sages truly fills me with admiration,” Yang Jian flattered, following the old Daoist’s words. His gaze swept over the clustered houses in the valley below, silently calculating the numbers and strength of the Louguan Daoist sect.