Chapter 52: A Single Needle Settles the Universe, She Embroidering the Alliance upon the Heavens

The morning breeze scattered the last traces of sleep, and the pomegranate leaves in the courtyard gleamed green.

Shen Guilan drew a deep breath, then turned back into the room. Her gaze fell upon the Household Establishment Document, half transcribed on the desk.

These few thin pages were the foundation upon which the ten sisters would make their lives in this world. Every stroke weighed heavier than a thousand catties.

The curtain stirred lightly, and Xiuxue entered carrying a wooden tray. Her steps were light, and unconcealed delight filled her brows and eyes.

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These were the living specimens left behind after the genetic-agent experiments failed. Outside the entrance to every laboratory hung the day’s research data.

“All right. Of course I know that.” The man called Old Li appeared to be only a little over thirty.

Having exhausted the last shred of regard she had for Chen Huan, Qian Zhenzhen forcefully shoved Chen Huan’s head down and pressed the flush button as well.

Now that the War Department was involved, even if there truly were traitors among them, the damage—though considerable—would still remain within controllable limits.

Madam Shen’s words had indeed carried weight. Although Shen Beichuan had not agreed to meet her, he had agreed to return home for a meal. This alone showed the place Madam Shen held in his heart.

No longer watching that fluttering beard, Su Yu struggled to drag her thoughts back to the matter at hand. For instance, Qiao Qi had merely been an analogy; Zhou Zibu’s weakness was his delicate, pampered wife.

But for now, this secret could remain nothing but a secret. Apart from him and Qian Zhenzhen, no one else could know.

“Sister Yu.” Tang Zhe gazed at Su Yu, his eyes growing ever more resolute. Within them was even a deep hatred—thick, indissoluble, impossible to crush away.

Just moments ago, if she had not reacted swiftly and directly released the wave of disgust and fury in her heart, she might well have aroused their suspicions.

As I spoke, I warily swept my eyes around the surroundings. With Lin Zeyuan here, I had no fear whatsoever of the old zombie coming over.

Before coming, I had already asked A Lang about it. The central workshop of this factory occupied a space that extended directly from the ground floor to the roof. Inside, there were only a few narrow work platforms built from reinforced steel.

These members of the imperial family did not dare delay. They naturally sent the information back, while its truth or falsehood could only be judged by Duan Jinglong, emperor of Tianheng.

Jianjian usually slept late and would not get up until well past noon. When she heard that they were going out to eat together, she hurriedly said, “Yes, yes, of course.”

After hearing Luo Hao’s reply, Mo Ling finally gave a slight nod, no longer wearing that stubborn, unyielding expression.

“You actually comprehended the Origin of Sword Dao. Yun Shan, your master is giving you a chance now. Will you submit to him? If you are willing and swear a life-bound oath of loyalty, he”—Xiang Gangtian pointed toward Yun Xiaolong, lofty as a stone Bodhisattva—“may yet spare your life.” He let out a sinister laugh.

At this, Tong Tian nodded and let him leave. After opening the map, Tong Tian began carefully examining the main islands involved in all the missions this time, as well as the strength of the surrounding nations.

For these forces, the kindest thing they could do was not to disturb a force that had encountered hardship.

It was obvious that, compared with their three great powers, Long Hong’s financial strength was the weakest. His ability to stand on equal footing with them rested on the million-strong army in his hands, as well as the two Soul-Fusion realm generals, Cui Anshan and Xu Chengtian.

The matter was finally settled. Afterward, several of us discussed our next course of action. Since the Night Walkers were very likely about to enter Poison Valley in search of the Blood Corpse, Immortal Sun planned to take us there first. For one thing, he would arrange the wedding between Liu Feifei and me; for another, it would give Poison Valley time to make preparations.

I immediately understood why the atmosphere was so tense. Zhang Yang was giving Fan Da no chance at all to recover from his injuries, pressing him step by step. Was this a show of dominance?

However, ever since that scoundrel Pang Peng had tied her up, she had been searching for an opportunity. Using the sound of her whistle, she would awaken the snake and have it crawl into the front of her clothes, ready to await her command.

If these secret warriors had not died, they would have been far more formidable than the warriors of the Peerless Underground City. They had certainly been created through some kind of vile substance.