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Chapter 1288: Chapter 1286: The Lucky Nalan Yunfei

”Child, your father certainly won’t die. I haven’t personally killed him yet. He can’t die, right?”

Situ Qian caressed her belly, murmuring to herself, her gaze fixed on the Situ Family Clan’s mansion before her.

”Father, grandfather, younger brother, are you all doing well over there?”

Situ Qian knelt on the ground, silently sighing, her eyes filled with sorrow and grief.

”Descendant Situ Qian is unfilial. Not only have I failed to avenge you all, but I’m also carrying the child of your enemy. I’m sorry!”

Situ Qian knelt on the ground, bowing her head to the ground.

Lan Family.

Patriarch Lan, Lan Xuande, and Lan He were both frowning deeply at this moment, their faces heavy with worry, evidently troubled by the news spreading about Xiao Yifeng’s death.

”Father, do you think Little Feng is really dead?”

Lan He looked at Lan Xuande and asked.

”I don’t know. Little Feng has offended far too many powers and strong ones. I can’t be certain of what happened now.”

Lan Xuande shook his head.

”I believe he won’t die!”

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded. Lan Linger, dressed in an elegant blue gown like an ethereal elf, walked in with determination in her eyes.

”I also hope nothing has happened to him!”

Lan Xuande nodded gently.

At the Sunx Corporation, Sunx Ziyun was on the phone, repeatedly saying, ”Father, big brother, trust me, Little Feng is not dead. He won’t be in danger!”

After hanging up the phone, Sunx Ziyun looked utterly exhausted, rubbing her temples with her hands.

”Damn it, where are you? If you’re fine, get back here already!”

Sunx Ziyun’s eyes brimmed with hope, carrying a deep yearning.

In a room at Dragon Thorn, Zhao Yuanzhi was cultivating when Song Chenbo burst in suddenly.

”What’s wrong?”

Zhao Yuanzhi looked at Song Chenbo and asked.

”Something’s happened!”

Song Chenbo’s face was grim as he recounted the circulating news.

After hearing it all, Zhao Yuanzhi frowned and said in a low voice, ”I believe Boss will be fine.”

”I do too. Boss is so powerful; how could he possibly die? Someone must be spreading this out of jealousy.”

Song Chenbo nodded.

”Boss must have encountered some formidable foe or challenging situation. It’s a pity we’re too weak to offer him any help!”

Song Chenbo sighed heavily as he spoke.

”Keep cultivating diligently. I believe that one day we’ll be able to shield Boss from storms!”

Zhao Yuanzhi clenched his fists, eyes glinting with determination. Song Chenbo then left the room.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuanzhi’s blood suddenly boiled, and a terrifying aura exploded from him. His newly regrown right arm expanded, emitting a crimson glow.

Blood-colored patterns ran across his right arm as Zhao Yuanzhi fell into a state of metamorphosis.

Japan, Kyoto.

In the Imperial Palace, Zi Luo, dressed in regal empress attire, sat atop the Emperor’s throne, exuding an aura of nobility, aloofness, and sovereign authority. Before her knelt a figure entirely wrapped in black.

”Is everything you said true?”

Zi Luo’s voice was icy as she spoke.

”Yes, Your Majesty. This information was sent by intelligence organizations operating in Yanjing and Tianhai. It’s unlikely to be false!”

The cloaked figure bowed low as he replied.

”Dead...?”

Zi Luo murmured to herself.

”Keep investigating. I need irrefutable evidence, not assumptions!”

Zi Luo commanded sternly.

”Understood, Your Majesty!”

The cloaked figure departed quietly after responding.

”Shin-kage!”

Zi Luo’s gaze flickered as she softly called out. Another black-robed figure materialized out of thin air, kneeling before Zi Luo and bowing low. ”Master!”

”Make a move. Take down Heavenly God Palace and the Musashi Clan!”

Zi Luo said softly.

”Master, are you certain about acting now? What if he...”

The man spoke with a chilling voice.

”Regardless of whether he’s alive or dead, this is our only chance. I need full control of Japan. Without holding sway over Heavenly God Palace and the Musashi Clan, I won’t achieve any of it—to truly become the Supreme Empress of Japan!”

Zi Luo’s eyes gleamed with fervent ambition and desire as she spoke, her aura radiating an obsessive thirst for power.

”Understood, Master!”

The man nodded, his figure vanishing into thin air once again.

Outside China, on a mysterious island, within a small courtyard, Luo Qianyu rushed in. Her master, the elder known as the Half-Immortal of Wine, lounged on a chair, drinking from a wine gourd.

”What now?”

The Half-Immortal of Wine glanced at Luo Qianyu and took a heavy swig from his drink.

”Xiao Yifeng is in trouble. News just came from China saying he’s dead!”

Luo Qianyu said grimly.

”What? Dead? How could that be?”

The Half-Immortal of Wine furrowed his brows.

”It’s unclear for now. I need to leave for a while and find out what’s going on!”

Luo Qianyu said.

”Alright, be careful!”

The Half-Immortal of Wine nodded in reply.

”Got it!”

Luo Qianyu responded before swiftly leaving.

”Xiao Yifeng... Xiao Chen... I didn’t expect...”

The Half-Immortal of Wine muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with an enigmatic brilliance.

On another part of the island, within a courtyard brimming with dense spiritual energy, a woman in white sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, her hands forming an intricate gesture as her breathing remained steady.

The surrounding nature’s spiritual energy surged into the woman’s body, enveloping her in a powerful aura.

Boom!

After an indeterminate amount of time, a potent force erupted from the woman’s body, spreading out in fierce, razor-sharp gusts.

At that moment, a middle-aged woman in a long robe with her hair tied back by a white band entered slowly, her demeanor commanding and icy, exuding natural authority.

”Master!”

As soon as the young woman saw the middle-aged figure, her eyes shot open. She stood up and respectfully greeted her.

”Yunfei, your natural talent and aptitude are exceptional. Within such a short period, you’ve advanced to this level from an ordinary person. Your gifts are truly remarkable!”

The middle-aged woman gazed at the younger one with admiration. The young woman before her was none other than Nalan Yunfei, who had been absent for some time.

After the Nalan Family was wiped out by Xiao Yifeng and Nalan Yunfei suffered unbearable humiliation, she fell into utter despair. During that time, she encountered her master, Real Person Bai Ling, who recognized her potential and brought her to Heavenly Island, guiding her cultivation and granting her the strength she now possessed.

”All of this is thanks to your careful teaching and the large amount of cultivation resources you spent on me, Master, allowing me to progress so rapidly!”

Nalan Yunfei said to her master earnestly.

”Silly girl, don’t be too modest. If you didn’t have innate talent, no matter how much I helped, it wouldn’t amount to much. Alright, keep working hard. Strive to break into the Entering Saint Realm. When that time comes, I’ll allow you to enter the Secret Realm within my sect. That will further enhance your abilities and maybe align with the opening of that place!”

The middle-aged woman said to Nalan Yunfei in a solemn tone.