Chapter 41

Liu Xiu rose and headed toward the back courtyard. As the wedding day drew closer, he grew increasingly concerned that Huang Yueying might be harboring sadness in her heart. Although she said nothing and maintained an understanding demeanor, Liu Xiu knew he had to comfort her and relieve any burden she might carry, which was why he went straight to her courtyard.

However, he was greeted by a surge of scorching Samadhi True Fire rushing straight toward him. Upon contact, the intense flames instantly burned away a large patch of monkey fur from the Swordsman.

Yet, the Swordsman keenly noticed that Li Wufeng's gaze seemed to linger on the senior apprentice brother, Li Liang, for just a moment longer, carrying a deeply meaningful expression. It appeared that his master knew everything in his heart, choosing simply to remain silent.

Those who were forced to rely on scavenging for Tyrant Sand to survive had no choice but to obediently pay them the fee. In a single day, without having to do a stitch of work, they could net a clean three to four thousand.

Liu Xiu's willingness to spare Zhuge Liang's life was also conditional upon Zhuge Liang remaining under control and posing no threat to him.

Ling Xiao, draped in the divine defensive artifact known as the Seven-Colored Neon Garment, was able to completely insulate her body from the freezing force, preventing it from invading her in the slightest.

Looking at Ye Xi like this, Shen Yunche felt as though she had returned to her former self, warming his heart to the core as he opened his mouth to accept the lotus seed soup she fed him.

Ye Xi wondered if Zuoqiu Xuhe truly trusted her implicitly; otherwise, he would never have shown her such a vital topographical map of the entire Xidi Kingdom. After all, once the enemy gained control of this item, half of the Xidi Kingdom's territory would effectively fall into enemy hands.

If it were merely a bell placed upon the official highway, Jiang Huan could not have been certain whether it was Liu Xiu's doing. But now, seeing the two characters written on the note, Jiang Huan was certain this had been arranged by Liu Xiu.

With that, he let out a cold "Hmph!", glared fiercely at Foreman Xie, cast a sidelong glance at Prefect Xie, flicked his sleeves, and turned to stride into the inner hall.

Over there, Ai Chong and his men lacked breathing apparatus as well, yet they grabbed their scimitars and engaged the frogmen in close combat.

"Just these?" Lian Qing asked skeptically, because the Traceless Sect treated cultivators of exceptional aptitude among the Golden Core realm in the exact same manner, yet not a single one of those Golden Core cultivators had managed to comprehend a single Dao within the first year.

Some people need no words; a single gesture, a single glance, or even doing nothing at all is enough to drive certain people into a frenzy of obsession.

"The Wrath of the Thunder God leaves a thousand miles of scorched earth and not a blade of grass growing within ten thousand miles. Anyone who witnesses it even once will never wish to see it a second time! You had better flee while the thunder is still summoning the Sovereign!" said the Dragon Spirit, trembling all over.

A flash of white smoke swept past, and Yun Qiange slashed with her sharp sword, but she only cut through drifting mist.

Just how massive was the Taiji Palace, and how many people resided within it? The moment Jun Moyuan uttered his final syllable, figures clad in simple black garments seemed to materialize instantly, standing proudly upright at his sides.

If Jun Moyuan could be defeated, it would not only prove the incompetence of Ximu but also deal a heavy blow to Wushang's Taiji Palace. The scene of rivers of blood flowing through the imperial palace three years ago was something he could never forget for the rest of his life.

The emperor nodded, taking her hand in his. "Tonight the autumn breeze is crisp and clear; come row boats with me on the Jade Pool."

Barely a quarter past the卯 hour, someone was already waiting in the floral parlor of Plum Blossom坞. Seeing them approach, the person hurried forward to greet them, saying, "This humble servant pays her respects to the Sixth Master and the Sixth Mistress." Dipping slightly in a curtsy, a refined maid dressed in an indigo winter tunic then offered her salutations to Xie Shuning and Xie Yi.

Though she spoke not a word, Yun Qiange understood the meaning behind Wei Ran's expression. He was telling her: You may leave; I will not stop you.

A vague sense of foreboding stirred within his heart, and he felt as though the young woman before him was negotiating terms with him.

Compared to becoming a hero, five strategic gold coins were nothing. After all, Luo Hou was now a wealthy man sitting upon a hoard of one hundred thousand strategic gold coins.

"Buzz, buzz..." A muffled, humming sound suddenly emanated from within the yet-unformed vortex of energy.

"Ohh?! Cyan-colored superpower?" Although Elder Li kept his eyes half-closed as if he were asleep, every single action of Ji Dong was captured clearly by him. A giant question mark arose in his heart regarding this cyan superpower belonging to Ji Dong.

As for today's events, he had quite a few troubles to resolve; however, he had already etched Ji Dong firmly into his memory. Even if there were no other reasons, he was determined to eliminate Ji Dong to vent the hatred burning in his chest.

"You may withdraw!" As the eerie man's words faded, the Great Elder's voice echoed from the secret chamber. Before the voice died away, the chamber door swung open, and the eerie man respectfully retreated.

At the summit of Snow Ridge Peak, the fierce battle continued unabated. A dozen robust middle-aged men leapt back and forth like nimble hares, revolving around Ji Dong and completely trapping him in the center.

Seeing the protective barrier of the grand formation grow visibly weaker, Saint King Tuxing could not hide the joy on his face, and he laughed heartily to encourage the other four.

Hearing this, Chu Yun was deeply moved. He, too, came from a sect that housed a massive clan; how could he not understand the significance of this?

Knowing full well how perilous it was to remain in the imperial palace, surrounded by endless scheming and dark plots, why was Ning Xiyue unwilling to leave? Why, instead, did she tell him to withdraw?

This truly placed Yu Xue in a difficult dilemma. Smuggling people of the Lan clan into the palace was already beyond her capabilities. If she were to run back and forth into the palace on account of these matters, the fiercely possessive emperor would undoubtedly be displeased, leaving her no choice but to plan carefully for the long term.

"What about now? Have your personal matters been resolved?" Guan Shouheng shifted his tone. It sounded light, but his gaze grew sharper.

Chen Cheng's departure to assume office threw Mao Renfeng into a panic. After hesitating for a long time, he reported the matter to Chiang Kai-shek, only to receive a severe tongue-lashing from Chiang. If even Chen Cheng was a spy, who else in the Nationalist government could be trusted? He ordered the matter thoroughly investigated first.

She suddenly pulled me into an embrace, holding me tightly as hot tears dropped one by one onto my garment, soaking my Mongolian robe with a sorrowful warmth.