Yu Wu

When Mo Xi came out of the Cold Chamber, the jailer’s soul was nearly gone. Earlier, the cruel official Wangshu […]

The Yin Prison Cold Chamber was a sealed, lightless dark room. Inside it was not even as large as a

Murong Lian hurried over, but His Majesty himself was humming and entirely unconcerned. As he teased the two golden beasts

“…” Murong Lian did not reply at once. He first slowly rolled his eyes, then, without even turning his head,

Inside the great hall, lamps and candles blazed brightly. A massive charcoal brazier burned with roaring fire. On both sides

“You don’t let me eat.” Gu Mang said each word with force. “I. Am. Hungry!” Flames surged up. Gu Mang

The person standing in front of him was a very low-ranking female cultivator in the bureau, about forty years old,

Gu Mang stared blankly at this person. Hesitation and vigilance, confusion and bewilderment all passed through his eyes like a

Rustle, rustle. Outside the Plum Blossom Separate Residence, low-ranking cultivators were sweeping fallen tung leaves off the white jade-green stone

Li Wei froze. “What?” Mo Xi still did not raise his eyes. His deep-set brows and eyes remained hidden beneath

Blood dripped down, one drop at a time. Murong Lian clutched his shoulder. The silk fabric of his robe was

“What—what is this, Lord Xihe…?” The way Mo Xi ground his teeth showed clearly on his pale face. Handsome as

Gu Mang was brought up by the steward. A chain lock was fastened around his neck, clinking all the way

“Eh? Only calling Gu Mang? Lord Wangshu, you should bring more people.” Someone casually mocked without restraint. “Xi He and

“Put it on yourself.” Murong Lian waved his hand. “What, do I have to beg you to do it, ‘Young

Li Wei felt that being steward to someone as contradictory as Commander Mo was utterly exhausting. If time could reverse,

Mo Xi wished he could kick him to death with one blow. But since he couldn’t let the man see

Mo Xi stared at the sachet for a long while. Rage surged in his chest as he slowly forced out

What was going on…? Why was it empty? It was like someone had poured a ladle of ice water into

If time could turn back three days, and someone had smugly whispered to Mo Xi, Hehehe, Xihe-jun, let me tell