Chapter 13099 — So We Deserve to Be Trampled Underfoot by These Great Houses All Our Lives?

"Is that fair?"

Wei Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

He understood well enough now why the Divine Garment Fusion Ritual had suddenly imposed such a requirement—so it really did mean to drag him into a war of public opinion!

The voice went on: "When Wei Zhao became Lord of Tianjun, I thought Tianjun had finally turned a new leaf. After all, he rose from the ranks of rootless independent cultivators; surely he would not forget his origins, would keep us ordinary folk in mind."

"But he did not!"

"He joined hands with those so-called great houses to establish the new Heavenly Palace, and not only did he..."

Shangguan Wan'er knelt on the ground, unable to rise, sobbing without cease. Drop by drop, fresh blood slid down her lovely face, gathered at her chin into beads of crimson, and fell onto the cold ground.

Yet Ji Yang had not let the situation before him cloud his head; the moment his words left his mouth, everyone understood what he meant.

The day before yesterday, Zhao Zizhuo had not come out of the Giant Gate of the Immortal Battle Domain. Chu Yunduan had assumed Zhao Zizhuo might already be dead, and never expected to see him at the Sixth Stronghold.

She had felt this way once before, back when she and Shangguan Wan'er had been the closest of friends, and had been deeply moved by Shangguan Wan'er's concern for her.

She wore a gray vest beneath a pink knitted jacket, its buttons left undone, the two sides hanging open.

Take Ling'er and the others over to have a look, see what the commotion is about—so many people gathered around, as if money were lying on the ground for the taking.

Her tone was easy and amiable, which set at ease Rin Hoshizora, who had been worrying whether her earlier behavior might have displeased Megumi Kato.

So saying, the Demon Chief delivered a sword thrust with that same opening stance; the black blade swept through the air like a bolt of black lightning, or like magma bursting forth from a volcano, brimming with the force of a thunderbolt. The Demon Chief's sword intent erupted with a roar at the same instant, and that vast, surging intent turned every face pale.

And Kirino, still elated from the introductions just made, had not noticed Xia You's perfunctory manner.

The thing cultivators revere most is "Heaven." To swear an oath before the vast sky—no one is willing to defy it. For once defied, heavenly tribulation is certain to follow; it may not come at once, but one who breaks an oath will in the end not escape the calamity.

In truth, he had secretly gone to the sickroom to visit Gu Zhengyu, who had still been unconscious at the time. The attending physician had told him the general condition of the patient and had also mentioned how vital the bone marrow was to him.

So when a crossroads of five passages appeared once more before everyone's eyes, they all seemed somewhat numb to it.

"This Secluded Bamboo Pavilion of yours is very strange," Xun Liang said, sensing that besides the two of them there was "another" present—or rather, "several others"—and that none of them were human.

He withdrew his mental technique, and the golden cicada flew before him, darting up and down in a fawning display.

So even though the process of learning these things was extremely arduous, he still resolutely persevered—and his own stamina was excellent besides. Even at such cost, he kept at it the whole way through, and in roughly two days' time he had completely mastered the skill.

Shen Siyan tossed her phone aside in irritation, got up, washed, found a suitable outfit in her wardrobe, changed into it, and left the bedroom.

Because her agent had not been diligent, she had failed to secure a good role and had even landed in a cast of untouchables—with Bai Hua in it, one could well imagine how hard the days ahead would be.

Yu Fan had never "crossed swords" with anyone before; now, practicing with Lord Long, he found the sensation quite novel.

"This is no bad thing—set your mind at ease. Perhaps once the heavenly tribulation has passed, this world will fully accept you," Yu Fan said.

He Mengyao was a woman of great ambition, absolutely unwilling to settle for a mediocre life. Had it not been for Du Yong's hundred-thousand bride price back then—and Du Yong's glib talk, which had genuinely made her think he had money—she would never have agreed to marry him. Who could have guessed that only after marrying him would she discover that Du Yong was good for nothing at all.