543: Chapter 542 Lost? But everything was going according to plan!

"Buzz... buzz..."

Inside the Hall of Myriad Insects, Chu Sheng let out weak buzzes that grew fainter and lower.

He struggled for three breaths.

Five breaths.

Ten breaths.

Finally.

His body lost all strength; his wings drooped powerlessly, and his six legs sprawled out limply.

He could no longer maintain his original form—that ordinary little black mosquito began to change.

The pitch-black color—

"But things shouldn't be that coincidental!" Cheng Rui shook his head with a smile, thinking perhaps he was overthinking it.

"Hehe, in the past, swindlers like this would usually end up as corpses in the wilderness. I presume this young master wouldn't be so unwise," Fei'er said to Ye Chen with a sweet smile, though her words carried a blatant threat.

Almost all the top cultivators in the country are at Dragon-Tiger Heaven's Pride; it can practically be called the gathering place for the nation's elite cultivators.

In other words, they were getting further and further from the ground; their vertical distance from the surface should be around five thousand meters now.

The beautiful breath of nature rushed toward them, filling their vision and making them feel subconsciously pleased in both body and mind.

Only someone like Yang Xudong could have come up with such a plan to kill two birds with one stone. In fact, Lu Yuan had once considered that all of this might be orchestrated by Yang Xudong, but he knew Yang Xudong didn't have that much capital. Therefore, the people buying the products couldn't possibly be part of a self-directed play by Yang Xudong. So, who could it be?

This person had a diamond-shaped face, spiral eyebrows, swallow eyes, a wealthy nose, and a catfish mouth. His features were fairly regular, but his eyes held a sinister and ruthless look that gave him a natural air of authority, making people afraid to approach him.

The Wings of the Divine Elephant on his back were too conspicuous, so he specifically sought out a remote location and landed only after confirming no one was around.

"In the family competition, we stop at the point of contact; you must not take a life. If anyone acts maliciously and harms their kin, they will be severely punished. Do you all understand?" Ye Wuhen said.

Although everything they said was correct, the Old Madam just couldn't let it go. After all, the older generation held feudal thoughts and felt that reputation was very important, just like the requirement for families to be of equal social status.

An Songyue was speaking, but because he was behind Su Yueshi, her head blocked his view. He couldn't see any of her expressions and could only slightly purse his thin lips.

"Very good." The old man smiled and took another swig of wine. His intoxication deepened, his body swayed, and his mind was no longer clear.

After understanding the sequence of events, Wen Caiwei began to investigate, trying to find any clues that could substantiate Chen Xiuming's claims, even though the Chen family had already finished investigating all available leads, making new discoveries difficult.

"The King of Northern Yan?" Su Yueshi was stunned for a moment. If An Fengyin had intended to intervene in this matter, he likely would have done so long ago. Yet, even now, he had been delaying his stance, not even expressing a clear view or position on the matter.

Fang Han, who was standing to the side, drew the saber from his waist, entered the cell, and cleanly cut off Shi Chengxiang's head.

Amidst the sound of such weeping, Consort Yun, who had been lying on the couch in the Yun Palace due to her intoxication, suddenly woke up in her room.

Seeing the encouraging look in Cheng Mo's eyes, Shi Ranbing's face flushed. She picked up the remaining two cards and began to scratch them.

Although Huo Tianyuan was naturally short-tempered, Li Nanshan had managed to make this powerful cultivator, who was accustomed to great storms, fly into a rage and curse with just a few words. This was enough to show the sharpness of his tongue; describing him as eloquent and silver-tongued would not be an exaggeration at all.

"I promise, disciple..." Li Nanshan looked at the peerless, ethereal beauty before him. His heart trembled and his gaze turned vacant. He tried once more to look away, but in the end, he did not turn his head again.