Chapter 37

Suddenly, she felt someone breathing against the back of her neck. Somehow, it reminded her of the sensation she had felt when Li Chun spoke behind her ear on the steps that day—a tingling, ticklish shiver. She did not dare to turn around, yet in the end, she could not help but look back.

When the Dragon Soldier appeared before the crowd, everyone’s eyes lit up; the golden star on his shoulder was truly dazzling.

Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage are capable of teleportation, but Gong Yuquan had only attained the power of the mid-Nascent Soul stage; he could not teleport. Ye Feng was confident in this. He was certain the ghosts could hold him for an hour, and once the hour had passed, the Twelve Earthly Branches Sword Formation would lose its effect.

If her intuition was correct, certain information could only be obtained through specific channels, such as the Mercenary Guild.

Everyone dared not slacken, summoning the greatest courage of their lives to charge forward, their eyes already fixed on the bundles of money they envisioned.

"Yes," the trusted eunuch replied, exhaling in relief, and retreated from the main hall, leaving the Emperor of Great Yan alone with the two rotting corpses.

"Understood," Ye Qingcheng replied with a faint expression, though one could guess that once she stepped inside, she would likely lose that composure.

Within the dense forest, strands of strange, black demonic energy rose up, signaling that the entire garden had been defiled.

"Because you're fucking dying, do you really think you're having a lucky day?" he said with a chilling laugh.

"Yes, I'm here to deliver the firewood for you," the boy said, unloading the firewood from his back and placing it on the ground.

He dared not provoke Tian Chou further, so he offered a bow and retreated, crestfallen. As soon as he left the room, Tian Chou hurriedly instructed his personal guards, "Find an excuse to lead him out from the south side." There were other officers waiting to see him outside, and Tian Chou did not want the two parties to cross paths.

About three minutes later, Shiratori Ninzaburo walked back into the room, his expression even more solemn than before.

"I wrote it because I wanted to; are you not going to allow me to speak the truth?" Nan Xun wanted to bite off his own tongue the moment the words left his lips. Why would he say such a thing? It was practically a provocation.

***

"It's like this: there is a matter regarding this Sunday. I will be giving a music lesson to a student at home, so it might get a little noisy..." Li Xinhua said after some thought.

Lu Qingyi could feel a certain person's intense gaze. She was pleased that he followed her with his eyes, but also somewhat annoyed—did he not know how to be discreet in front of so many people? If someone with ill intentions noticed, what would she do?

Accompanied by the gentle autumn breeze, the group of four arrived at the riverbank. The water was crystal clear, and the fish within swam happily.

The critical issue was Sister Feng's reputation; she had even threatened to livestream herself running naked if the post didn't go viral. Was this not a blatant attempt to assault everyone's eyes?

At this point, even Han Chengrui did not know what to say, feeling only that Ding Wei was being somewhat foolish.

Ling Bingbing exchanged a look with the Old Madam and instantly understood her meaning. At her words, she immediately left the ward and pulled the old lady aside.

He had not expected the Emperor to be so ambitious, nor had he anticipated that the Emperor would hold him in such high regard. A surge of the impulse to die for one who truly understands him lingered in his heart, and a strong desire to exhaust his efforts for Great Yan drove him to lift his robes and kneel.

Everything within the lands of Great Yan had but one master: the supreme Emperor. Thus, Nangong Yan was well-informed about the output of agriculture, forestry, fishing, animal husbandry, and mining across all regions.

Ji Beichen nodded solemnly. He did not know how Tang Xiyu had become the Palace-Protecting Elder of the Huanmie Sect, but the bitterness and suffering involved must have been immense.

Of course, beast tamers had other skills, but those were different circumstances and need not be elaborated upon here.

After all, at the level of a high-tier Martial King, every small improvement meant taking a step closer to "that level."

The Master had also told Ji Beichen: it was likely that some shock had caused that portion of his memory to be temporarily sealed; perhaps by encountering an old friend or revisiting an old haunt, he would recall something.

Lan Anuo remained entirely unaffected by Aotian's presence. With an unchanging expression, she loosed an arrow that pierced cleanly through a fruit on a distant tree, the fruit falling to the ground in a parabolic arc.

***

These two imperial edicts followed one after the other, spreading rapidly across the Great Yan Empire via the post system. The first edict was acceptable enough, merely demanding the opening of granaries to distribute grain, but the second one was far too explosive, immediately triggering a massive uproar.

As the final bit of fine incense burned away, Master Wu happened to open his eyes. With the sound of joints popping as he stretched, both of them stopped simultaneously.

Before long, the two people had approached. It was evident that they seemed to harbor no malice, though the other player appeared a bit uneasy.

Lolita saw through Elijah, realizing he truly wanted to act alongside Kai. If she needed Elijah's help in the future, it would be much easier to persuade him.

Madam Ding did not know if it was out of anger or anxiety, but she suddenly found herself unable to breathe: "Will you produce the antidote or not?!" She was certain she had been poisoned with something strange, and in order to survive, she forced her way before Cai Yu.

To Zhuo Yifan's surprise, during this time, a friend request arrived from Shui Wu Piaoyao—the very person who had remained firmly in first place on the leaderboard, Bing Xin.

Every one of her sentences, every single word, was so gentle, as if a soft breeze were brushing against Yang Wang's face, leaving him intoxicated.

But the two socii felt a sense of fulfillment in their hearts, working to create that world.

The Hunyuan Sword shone once more. At this moment, Long Ling lunged forward with a boom, and the Blood Shadow Ancient Sword finally collided with the Hunyuan Sword.

She had suffered so much torment from her mother; was she now to hide her mother away? Was she keeping secrets from me for her mother's sake?

After opening the cabin door, I jumped straight out. That is the one advantage of space without gravity: with just a little effort, one can easily float away. The feeling of drifting freely through the air was, for someone like me born in a satellite city, a truly wonderful experience.