Chapter 62: Belongings of the Imperial Family

Meng Wenxuan and his wife felt their hearts sink. This accusation was indeed a grave one, and while they had long known that the orchids were merely part of a plot, what they had not anticipated was that another scheme involved items belonging to the former dynasty's imperial family. If those were found, it would undoubtedly mean total annihilation for their clan.

This was clearly an attempt to use the matter to wipe out both the Meng and Lin families at once.

However, where were the former dynasty's imperial items?

There was simply no time to search for them now. What could they be done?

Meng Wenxuan was also deeply puzzled.

By now, Xiu Yin had already gone this far for him. At least up to this point, Xiu Yin had not forgotten his true name.

Feiling, meanwhile, spread its wings, its feathers standing on end as it stared fiercely at Zhaifeng, letting out a series of sharp, avian cries. Feiling was a noble golden-tier beast; even though its degree of evolution might not match Zhaifeng's, the pride of a high-tier species still made it unwilling to take even a single step back.

"Lord Levencov, tell me, should I go to the royal capital, or stay here and watch how things unfold?" Marquis Fahr paced around the hall with his hands behind his back for a few more turns before finally asking the steward.

Lin Wanbai's sobbing voice caused Wang Hao's heart to contract sharply. He stepped forward, wanting to say something to comfort her, but when he opened his mouth, he realized he had no idea what to say. Hesitating for a long time, he finally half-crouched down and uttered the two most sincere sentences.

Jiang Yun was originally just an ordinary mortal from Earth, possessing no cultivation techniques whatsoever, an entirely mundane constitution, and no special bloodline.

The Han Green Standard Army might still lack sufficient training, their equipment remained largely unimproved, and their individual combat skills still fell vastly short of the elite Eight Banners. Yet, solely by virtue of their surging battle spirit and morale, they had managed to shock even Manggultai, a top-tier fierce general of the Later Jin.

"If someone who died a natural death could be resurrected so easily, this world would fall into chaos," the Eastern Supreme Kai said gravely.

At this moment, however, Star Glory City was truly living up to its name, as countless torches lit up the streets throughout the entire city.

Staring dumbfounded with vacant eyes at the shy-looking Fan Tong before him, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched in a spasm.

The very moment Chu Feng unleashed that slash, his figure vanished into thin air, advancing to the second level of the Blade Tower.

The other person did not pause, immediately rocketing upwards while his sword flashed, carving a large hole into the stone ceiling overhead.

Jackie Chan's words left Chen Yu momentarily dazed. He had not expected that Jackie Chan had already crossed paths with Dongmen Feng, but why would Jackie Chan tell Dongmen Feng that he would be coming? Since Jackie Chan had said so, why did the receptionist ask if he was looking for Dongmen Feng the moment he walked through the door? Wasn't Dongmen Feng aware of this? Why would he still arrange for a receptionist to wait for him?

Furthermore, if that were the case, whether his mother could enter the inner estate remained a complete unknown.

The entire Void Heaven Universe became even more stable, surpassing even the Primordial Chaos Universe. Quite naturally, Chu Feng had all living beings within the Primordial Chaos Universe relocate entirely into the Void Heaven Universe.

Zhang Yue glanced at me, equally emotional. I watched him raise his hand as if to greet me, but after hesitating, he finally put it back down and cast his gaze elsewhere.

Having spent nearly the entire night without sleep, Qin Yang's mental state was nevertheless exceptionally good. Looking at this thick stack of papers, Qin Yang nodded in satisfaction—this was the fruit of his labor throughout the night.

This was a pure battle of soul power, where the defeated party would be devoured. What surprised Zhou Dao was that this strand of soul imprint was unexpectedly formidable; although it was only a single strand, it could unleash all kinds of divine abilities and transformations, continuously conjuring visions of the four foundational elements of water, wind, earth, and fire to bombard him.

Yan Qi's heart began to beat violently in an instant, racing like a frightened rabbit. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the back of his neck.

Chen Chu wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had been inside for only about ten seconds, but to him, that sensation felt like someone on the verge of drowning, desperately struggling and fighting for survival, leaving him no time at all to figure out what was actually happening.