Chapter 47

"Anonymity Brother, Ji Feng Brother, what are your intentions?" Qiu Feng's voice was low and urgent. Had it not been for the steady glow in his eyes, one might have mistaken him for unaware. Drawing on his past life's experiences, he'd detected subtle signs when Xingyue ascended into the sky but suppressed his suspicions due to the lingering bitterness from the Immortal-Devil War. Instead, he communicated secretly with Xingyue: "If Amping Xingming's bloodline endures, the Amping clan will thrive eternally."

"I am her companion," I said, cradling Hu Qiqi as I examined the fatal slash on her neck—a precise kill, mirroring the wound on Cat Jiujiu's throat. Just as I was about to leave, a thunderous shout erupted. Qiong lunged forward, dagger in hand, stabbing at the throat of the bizarre beast. Watching Huo Ziyin's hypocritical performance—denouncing violence yet secretly reveling—Ling Zixuan struggled to believe it. Though she had no love interest, she was approaching the age where emotions surged. "One life, one soulmate—companionship suffices," she mused.

"Some claim Wang Yan and that scholar are lovers. His charm must've bewitched her," the two liars muttered, their eyes darting nervously. At the Flame Demon Realm, danger was palpable, yet even demons rationalized their actions with excuses.

Note 2: A blood moon typically occurs during a total lunar eclipse, when Earth's atmosphere absorbs all but red wavelengths. This chapter's crimson moon—unrelated to an eclipse—was an anomaly.

Zuo Ci and the others nodded grimly. When their master rushed in, Qian Niao spread her wings to embrace Tang Xin. "Thunderbird! You evolved? We're finally together!" Tang Xin whispered, trembling. Qian Niao hugged her tightly, relief and joy overwhelming them.

Li Muhan had planned to return to Suicheng to organize files but was pinned down by Luo Si's brute-force waves and Spider Lei's relentless strikes. Attention shifted from the Sixth Prince to the Lan family's three sons.

Ming Zheng's father, not wanting to spoil the celebration, lied that his son was preparing a surprise for Su Nianjin. "I…" Tao Yingxue struggled to lift her head, her body freezing cold before collapsing unconscious. Xiao Yu watched the pair's amateur acting, about to comment on their lipstick smudges, when Wen Jie's voice cut through.

Similarly ranked T10, his detection was too obvious. The weakest seed defeating the strongest—it defied school hierarchy. Bai Shuang glared at Jun Jiuyin, who smiled calmly, caressing his lips. "Queen Hu's survival must be due to Empress Dowager's secret protection," Su Ruhui remarked. The Empress's disdain for Hu Guifei left her stunned.

Bao Yin held my naked back, flipping me onto the bed. His cold, rigid body pressed down. "No need for thanks—anyone would do this," he said. Lan Tao praised Colonel Huntington's composure amid crisis, though Captain Song Tianming would've mocked him.

When Princess Huai Zhen entered the De Tai Hall, even the Empress gasped. The once-arrogant princess had wasted away, resembling Zhang Juan's frail frame. "Follow me," Gan Lin ordered coldly, waiting impatiently in the wind.

As they sat, servants brought coarse tea—pitiable compared to the（mansion/residence of a prince）'s delicacies. "Don't mention it. I won't leave him for a moment," Mao Leyan said, gripping her hand sincerely. Last night's fear of solitude had left her restless.