Volume 1, Chapter 22: A Huge Misunderstanding

They were well aware of the influence their man held in Chang'an City. To be honest, if it were anyone other than the Carefree Prince, Li Shimin might not have spared his life.

Chen Ya smiled quietly. Just then, the young woman in white, who had been dancing with great energy, suddenly noticed someone outside the door. Upon seeing Chen Ya, she was instantly startled.

At this point, Huang Zhilin couldn't help but sigh. Hearing his sigh, everyone immediately recalled that none of these details had been mentioned in the intelligence reports.

You Zhen Ai pressed her face against Qin Xiangnan’s chest, overwhelmed with heartache, her eyes moist with unshed tears.

After putting away the fire-starting fungi, Chen Ya placed all the toys he had previously taken out back into the mooncake box. The smooth marbles were likewise tossed into the eight-treasure porridge, but the piece of red cloth was carefully spread out by hand.

Since the other party was not prepared to make a move against him for the moment, Wood would certainly avoid provoking them. As the saying goes, a gentleman uses words, not fists. If a matter can be resolved through speech, there’s absolutely no need to resort to violence. And if it comes to blows, then one should be prepared to kneel and beg for mercy.

“If I were you, in such a situation, I would crouch quietly in the corner and lower my profile instead of shouting loudly to provoke me,” came a harsh, hoarse voice from outside the door, yet beneath it was a deep resonance.

Master Sheng was no fool; with a brief glance, he noticed that the Qiankun pouch in Ye Lingyue’s hand was unlike an ordinary storage bag.

At the same time, Qin Xiangnan’s eyes suddenly turned cold. Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, unable to bear it any longer, he strode over without a word and forcefully pried Yu Han’s hand away from You Zhen Ai.

The whip fell with a sharp crack, leaving a bloodied wound about an inch deep on the mermaid’s body. Scales cracked open, and the mermaid emitted a muffled groan.

As the Western Concubine unleashed her sorcery, the sky turned ominous and the winds howled fiercely, drowning out all human voices. Some Wei soldiers climbing the city wall were blown over by the gale, falling to their deaths below. Fear and dread filled the Wei ranks, uncertain of what changes or terrors this night’s battle might bring.

“Second Master, you should have two more. Besides, the dumplings taste worse once they’ve cooled down!” The young man persisted with cheerful encouragement, though the elderly man frowned deeply, clearly lacking appetite.

Being forcibly stripped of his spirit beast, especially while already heavily wounded, and at his age, Xuanguang, banished to the dungeon to fend for himself, was unlikely to survive according to Qi Jiang’s understanding of summoners.

Such was Bole’s position: agreeing to jointly oversee the Heavenly Palace with Yuanshi Tianzun. Seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun ceased his pressure. After all, his roots did not lie in this universe. Sharing such substantial profits in this grand cosmos was nearly tantamount to consent.

Because he knew she harbored dreams of stardom. Even if she could not become the Empress of Heaven, she was determined to walk the path toward it—words she once confided in him.

Mo Siran recalled that the document stated she would only inherit the fortune if Gu Yanzhi was no longer around. So as long as he remained healthy, wouldn’t she be left empty-handed?

Though they had captured two True Immortals from the Chan Sect last time, that was because Guangchengzi and others had yet to open their Three Flowers nor cleanse their Six Roots. Against Yun Zhongzi or the Burning Lamp Daoist, without superior magical treasures, victories would be few and losses many.

At that time, did the Arhats, who had to fend off the Deramon legion’s relentless assault, really have the leisure to seek out Invincible and his elite Orichalcum warriors? In battles involving tens of thousands, losing a hundred or more was simply routine.

Everyone appeared excited; the children darted happily between the tables. Their joy was at its peak in such lively moments.

The surrounding officials visibly relaxed to varying degrees. Gu Yi’er cast them a glance and could tell from their expressions that none truly believed the Jian family would openly harm her master.

The Druids were here to study the contamination caused by the Western Plague, hoping to find a means of purification.

He was a burly man in his thirties, clad in a worn gray robe with frayed edges and slight tears. With thick eyebrows, large eyes, a broad nose, and wide mouth framing a square face marked by weathered lines, he exuded a commanding presence with just a glance.

Liz spoke, then fully submerged into the water, restoring the lake's surface to a calm stillness once more.

For example, though she could manage greenhouse cultivation techniques, the yield was low and costly. Even the Cheng family could hardly afford it unless they owned mines. Hence, in the future, it would likely remain a luxury, more for show than practical use.

On the return journey by carriage, Shaoshang rested her elbows and tilted her head, lost in thought. Ling Wuyi’s attempts to speak to her went unheard; she answered everything unrelatedly.

Four disciples from Qingcheng were instantly sent flying, some crashing against walls, others falling through the door. Though intact when thrown, they landed in pieces, blood pooling everywhere.

Even Ye Xiu’s master, the current head of the Tianqi Sect, could only achieve such feats at his absolute best.

After speaking, he deliberately glanced at He Shaoqian, making the advice sound more like a warning.

Mo Fei had originally come to the Heavenly Court to deliver the biannual reports on the governance of the Thirty-Four Affiliated Nations of the East Sea, fulfilling his duties as a sage ruler. Since July was to return the Western Spirit Jade Pendant to Princess Yuling, he brought her along.