Volume One, Chapter 32: Concerns of Consort Wan

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“The Great King is so shrewd. Surely he would not deliberately confuse right and wrong, would he?” Yu Zinuo still trusted her own judgment.

“Lian’er, once you have chosen someone you truly like, whoever he may be, he will still have to pass your mother’s approval. Do you understand?” Du Yuyan said sternly.

“Xuan Tiandu, I tempered this sword once more with heavenly lightning amid the tribulation clouds. Its power has increased several times over.” Meng Xingchen handed the Thunder Sword to Xuan Tiandu. Since he had to undergo the tribulation, Meng Xingchen had thought of Xuan Tiandu and obtained the sword from him early that morning.

“Jingjing…” Meng Xingchen looked at Lan Jingjing with guilt and unease. If this matter truly was as it seemed, then Lan Jingjing was the person he had wronged most.

I walked forward several steps in disbelief, studying the two imposing vermilion-lacquered gates before me. They appeared no less magnificent than the residences in Luoyang and Hanzhong.

After saying this, Zui walked straight back toward the soft couch and once again reclined lazily upon it.

As we spoke, we happened to arrive before the Hall of Worthies. The moment the eunuch guarding the entrance pushed open the doors, a wave of heat mixed with the boisterous revelry of the banquet surged toward us with overwhelming force.

In other words, if you remain still for fifteen minutes, you will be able to fall peacefully asleep. That applies to healthy people; those suffering from insomnia would be better off taking some medicine.

As Chu Jinglan spoke, she hauled me up from the floor with one hand. I never would have guessed that such a slender frame could contain so much strength. I stared in terror at her face, twisted into a savage mask by rage, and let her do with me as she pleased.

The way she had called her “sister-in-law” had been so natural. The vows of the past still stood vividly before her eyes: one man and one woman for life, never parting until their hair turned white. It had all been a lie! She had even begun to wonder whether he had ever truly loved her during those three years. Nangong Ling, you are utterly heartless! Her fingers clutched the tabletop, her nails scraping row after row of marks into its surface.

“Then wait here. I’ll go up by myself. Surely the nuns and old women on the mountain won’t do anything to me…” Chu Xuhan spoke without the slightest trace of pity in her eyes, instead sounding as though she herself had been wronged.

She seemed unwilling to accept this. Just as she sat up, however, Zhou Guican suddenly turned around, his scarlet eyes fixed upon Hua Ling.

But the moment he stepped outside, a sword came hurtling straight at him, carrying a biting murderous aura. This person truly meant to kill him.

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The buildings here were still old tiled houses from the last century, bearing the unmistakable marks of age. In earlier times, children and old people could often be seen standing at street corners and in alleyways, chatting about everything under the sun.

“All right. I’ll issue the order to them at once, then take you to the wounded soldiers’ camp. Your identity as General Commander Zhao carries little weight here now.” Laura smiled, the weariness vanishing from her face.

“Grandmaster, do you know what is going on?” Tang Ying could ask only Ning Xiaoming.

It was already the middle of the night. Song Hao really wanted to spend more time with his mother, but he could not disturb her rest. The trouble was, he did not know where his room was.

After looking at it, Song Hao turned and made an “OK” gesture to the three people beside him. Then he reconsidered. Did they even know what “OK” meant?

The moment Chu Xuhan swallowed a bite of preserved egg, she spat it out. What on earth was this? It was fishy, bitter, and foul-smelling. Sure enough, she really was not accustomed to eating the food in this household.

Song Hao smiled faintly, took a bank card from inside his clothes, waved it at Wang Xiaofei, and said with a grin,

“Those father and son must have switched souls, right?” Madam Lin frowned. Watching the thoughtful expression that kept passing across Mister Lin’s face, she considered the matter for a moment before giving a dismissive snort.

He lowered his head and examined the bluish-red mark on his hand. Just now, he had felt Wang Daozi suddenly add force. It was hostile, as though he were declaring his claim, yet perhaps because of the man’s status—or his pride—he had not expressed it openly, choosing instead this seemingly “approachable” manner.

“Lingxi Technologies!” Cao Guowei’s temper flared the instant he heard those words, but he forcibly restrained himself and regained his composure.

Perhaps His Majesty would refrain from moving against him for the time being in order to conceal the truth. But what about later? He had ruined His Majesty’s great undertaking. Wanting his head would be the mildest punishment; His Majesty might even wish to grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes.

“These people from Lingxi Technologies are remarkably sharp-tongued!” Even Ding from NetEase, seated nearby, felt his heart tremble as he watched Duan Yongji being carried away in a fit of rage.

Compared with the Blood Frenzy Pill, this Sixfold True Flame stirred Ian’s heart even more. With such a flame, not only would his combat strength rise dramatically, but, more importantly, possessing it would allow him to refine supreme-grade pills just like Jianxin.

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“Finished eating? If you have, go back for now. I still have some things to take care of.” Lin Xi looked at her as he spoke.

Thus, for a time, all the military commanders at court were filled with fervor. They answered the call and wished they could immediately follow the new emperor to the northern frontier, crush the northern barbarians, and bring back the Retired Emperor. Although Qin Fengyi had never admitted that Emperor Jing’an was in the northern barbarians’ hands, many officials felt that the truth was almost certainly so.

“The publicity issues can be dealt with afterward.” Bai Xu added a word in response to Luo Qian’s concern. Lin Xi merely smiled without saying anything.

She shook her head. Without even speaking to Zhang Qiuzhen, she walked around her and entered her own home.

His spiritual perception was saturated with an unbearably dense aura of ferocious beasts. Clearly, every entity within the rift had come from one of the other supreme forbidden lands—heavenly beasts of monstrous power.

“I cannot say for certain. Perhaps someone excavated Sun Quan’s tomb and stole the item, passing it from hand to hand until it eventually ended up in Old Bao’s shop,” said Young Master Tang.

After that, they never encountered another special monster. Time passed slowly, and before long it was half past five in the evening. At Li Hei’s suggestion, everyone returned to a major city, then used the teleportation array to reach Lionheart City, where they logged off temporarily for dinner. They planned to log back in at half past six.

“I’m easygoing by nature. Even if someone were begging in the street, I could still treat him as a brother.” Shen Lang shrugged.

An Xiyan’s voice was so abrupt and shrill that Lin Ziyi froze in discomfort. Only after a moment did she turn around and look at An Xiyan.

“We absolutely cannot notify the Duanmu family. The Star Clan has roamed the endless heavens, and they must have planted informants within the Duanmu family. If the Star Clan learns of our plan, not only will we fail to complete our mission, we may also become trapped in the mire with no way out.” Situ Yufan shook his head.

“The origin… Interesting…” Liu Nuo let out a cold laugh. His figure blurred, and with a sweep of his robe, towering demonic energy gathered behind him. His gaze flashed like thunder, madness churning within his agitation. With one step, he crossed the void. As he looked at Shi Luo, he raised his great hand and brought it swiftly down.