Volume One, Chapter 39: Some Families Grieve While Others Rejoice

"Your Ladyship, are we still going to watch the fireworks show?"
The maid beside Consort Mei spoke with trembling caution, her voice laced with anxiety.
"Watch, watch what!"
Consort Mei's almond-shaped eyes widened in fury, her face a mask of rage as she viciously jabbed the maid on the forehead. "I am so angry I could burst right now! What leisure do I have left to go watching any fireworks?!"

Suyu's smile was warm, and the pistil atop the palace roof cast a faint white glow that framed his face in layers of halos, making Ye Ci feel momentarily as though she were hallucinating.

Wang Mingtu was extremely displeased about this, and he came over holding the banknote, determined to make Li Tianmu accept it no matter what. If Li Tianmu stubbornly refused, he would break ties with him entirely.

And that Northern Alliance prince who had struck the very depths of my soul had a face identical to His Highness Suyu, whom I had revered in my past life. As it turned out, my past life as Rujia was simply that of a larksong bird.

Could it merely be those few pieces of superior marble sent by Young Master Zhang in the bundle delivered to the You family estate? Or was there something else?

Hearing the commotion, Mo Ziyan and Ye Ci looked up to see Luoyi's golden-red fire phoenix circling downwards. Upon its back sat a man with deep blue short hair and a high-collared white robe, sitting sideways with one leg crossed over the other.

"Mo Ziyan, this sword is named Shichen. It is a welcome gift from me to you." Qixiao's gaze was calm and composed, as though he felt not the slightest shred of surprise at Mo Ziyan's ability to wield the Blood Fiend Profound Gold Shield.

As soon as Qixiao spoke those words, Li Yuan's face remained unexpectedly calm. Not a single trace of the unease and panic that should have naturally surfaced appeared on it.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang moved within his body, landing directly upon the soles of his feet. Oh my god. The Ruyi Jingu Bang really works.

Lin Yunran tightly shut her mouth; she would not take up his conversational bait ever again. Nothing good ever came out of a dog's mouth.

Although the babies had never known that Fei Li was their biological father, perhaps truly due to the wondrous ties of blood, they grew instantly fond of him.

That Lord of Eagle Strike Cliff also let out a roar like a bear monster, willing to risk internal injuries to forcibly manifest his demonic form. His sole purpose was to coordinate with the bear monster and stall the White Deer Fairy so she could not come to Su Qiong's rescue.

Just as he was hiding, Taniguchi Ken and the men from the Yamaguchi-gassho arrived. They assumed with absolute certainty that Wang Bing must have run far away. Who could have imagined that Wang Bing hadn't fled at all, but had remained hidden in the shadows all along, completely undetected by Taniguchi Ken and his men?

"Minmin." For the very first time, Ge Lexiao felt a wave of panic—unlike when he saw Li Min fall into danger. Was he truly about to lose her this time?

"Dawn has broken, and I, I still have to go patrol the city..." Ning Yuanzheng's face turned beet red under her gaze, nearly fainting as he seized upon the excuse to escape.

Fearing that she might rush the design at the expense of quality, Liu Wei had thoughtfully extended her deadline to fifteen days.

From the very moment they were cast in here, it was destined that their hands must be stained with the blood of a thousand living souls—either they killed, or they were killed. There were only two paths, though some chose to remain trapped in this wasteland for all eternity.

By that time, town mayors and county magistrates would probably be chasing after his coattails. Just think about how top billionaires were always personally received by provincial governors wherever they went.

"It cannot be the Murong clan. Perhaps there are still surviving remnants of the Murong clan, but that person is definitely not one of them. He rescued Imperial Concubine Ji ten years ago, which shows that their clan's annihilation must have taken place as early as ten years ago," Murong Qingge said.

Groot led them forward step by step toward that side, and before they could suffocate to death, they finally reached the door.

Like a monarch, although having attained emperorship and rooted himself in the True Dao, the path he would cultivate henceforth—while destined to become the True Dao with an immensely powerful dao-source quality—would still see ten thousand meters fall short compared to the manifold strength of ordinary true gods.