Chapter 72: Humiliation

Imperial Study.

Shangguan Feiyan entered the Imperial Study, hesitating in her heart whether she should inform the Emperor that Ye Cheng had reached the fifth rank.

“Shangguan, why do you look so gloomy? Did you fight with Ye Cheng again?” Ling Xiaoyue’s clear eyes held a hint of confusion as she gazed at Shangguan Feiyan.

“Who fought with him...

After carefully maneuvering around several carriages to reach that open ground, as soon as we approached, we saw Tang Xi’s phone lying quietly on the ground, and his outer coat, torn and discarded. Even more alarming was the bloodstained white shirt—blood splashed as if poured, shocking to behold.

Of course, Matsushita Yoshimitsu was able to do all this mainly because he had the strength to back it up; after all, only with power can reason be spoken.

Turning the page, the man’s gaze fell upon the next sheet, where a photograph was affixed. In it, Rukia, clad in a white wedding dress, wore an arrogant smile that hardly seemed bridal, speaking to Ichigo, who was dressed in a suit.

Yoruichi turned back with a helpless smile. With her familiarity with Soifon, it was obvious Soifon meant to comfort the pair, but coming from her, the words sounded almost like provocation.

Unfortunately, her plans backfired; before they even reached the hotel, Yifan had already seen through her.

“You may use anything here as you wish.” With that, he opened his Apple computer for me, and with a sharp snap, flipped the photo frame on his desk face-down. Though my curiosity was piqued, I wasn’t so nosy as to ask or sneak a look.

“Master, since you possess such divine skills and treasures, why not pass them on to your descendants? Why leave only a remnant soul in this Dragon Palace, waiting ten thousand years to bestow them upon a complete stranger like me?” This was the greatest doubt Guo Qin had upon entering the Dragon Palace.

“Kankyu, I summoned you here today to inquire about the finances and provisions of our clan.” Matsushita Yoshimitsu asked the arriving Saigo Kankyu.

It was unclear if the silver-armored puppet beast could feel pain, but it was certainly enraged by Bolei’s desperate resistance. With a sudden toss of its three massive heads, Bolei’s body was flung far away, hitting the ground heavily and losing consciousness—his fate uncertain.

“Damn it, are you mocking me?” With his hope shattered, Mochizuki Rong was furious, brow furrowed and teeth clenched as he questioned whether Matsushita Yoshimitsu was deceiving him. The dagger, which he had loosened, now gripped tightly again, pressed against Matsushita Yoshimitsu’s throat.

Even if the program disregarded his identity, it would never let a robber and murderer get far. Thus, Chen Feng had to keep a low profile.

Fang Han pinched himself hard, sharp pain flooding his senses and jolting his nerves.

Director James Burrows even joked that the income from making this film equaled five years' worth of salary.

Zhou Hao knew in his heart that trouble was brewing. The monstrous creature was not only immensely strong but also tough as steel, impossible to breach. Though it moved slowly, a single touch could shake his soul—or worse, shatter it on the spot. The thought plunged his mood into despair.

“Goodbye, Hao Hao!” Auntie couldn’t help but tear up, waving farewell to Zhou Hao and his father.

She refused to admit it; she knew exactly what her own brother was like. If she acknowledged it, she might end up being treated as a token of allegiance to Wen Shu.

The headline, accompanied by lingering heat, was released across the Tiger Shark platform community, Flash Auction, and Push Blog, instantly soaring in popularity.

Du Ruo nodded: “Of course, those matters I don’t really mind. Brother Ye, don’t let them trouble you.”