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Lu Chuyi hesitated. She was worried about leaving the children at home, but they hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and going without food was simply not an option.

While Xia Zihan's ordeal truly broke their hearts, they couldn't let Jiang Fengping spend her days weeping endlessly either; keeping her busy was indeed a very effective remedy.

The next five days all passed in this manner. Hanye would return home immediately after morning court to linger with Shang Yu. It was glaringly obvious that Hanye smiled much more often; he radiated vitality, completely shedding his previous stern aura. Even inside the imperial court, he would occasionally fail to suppress a chuckle—the cold-faced prince was no more.

Following that, basically only Xiaye and Chi Xinchen's team members voiced that they still had stamina, while most of the other supernatural beings remained silent.

Feng Wuli curled her lips in mockery. With the Emperor and the Empress Dowager reigning so high above, how could they possibly consent to such an impudent request?

She opened her eyes, gazed around the surroundings, and only then remembered that this was the inner lounge of Qin Zheng's office.

It was a pity she was not his biological sister; otherwise, the Duke Shen Manor would have ascended to unprecedented heights. Still, dwelling on such thoughts was useless now. Someone who could not be brought under one's own control, especially someone so formidable, had to be eliminated to prevent them from becoming an obstacle to her family's rise to the pinnacle of power in the future.

After spending a while making idle chatter with Ma Yingjun and leaving him some snacks, Xiaye went to check on Zhang Hao.

Zhu Zehang cast an involuntary glance backward at the lengthy wedding procession. The Sovereign of the Xiao Kingdom was still seated inside the sedan chair; should any mishap occur, he would become a perpetual sinner through the ages.

As for the warrior's mention of the "Holy Sovereign's sacred form descending into the world," Han Yue, Han Xue, and indeed every member of the Han family remained utterly bewildered.

Mogu placed Chonghui onto the Blood Path outside the palace perimeter, set up hundreds of defensive formations around him, and then departed.

"Let's go," he said, leading Zhao Yuying back into the carriage, though his gaze remained fixed outside the window, searching the streets.

His own sister needed to find a place to hide; otherwise, she would face immense trouble that even he would be unable to fend off.

Wu Ning did not notice what she was pointing at initially, but upon seeing the lacquered, carefully tended funerary urn, he wore an expression as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Damn it." Hearing this, Zhou Tian gnashed his teeth fiercely. Had he not competed in the auction for the top-tier Dharmic artifact earlier, the Flood-Tiger Gang wouldn't have lacked the funds to bid for the snow lotus. In that case, the patriarch could have easily secured it, allowing his grandfather's injuries to be treated and enabling him to recover even greater strength.

The Master sat on a nearby stone stool, crossing his legs as he relished that ethereal sensation of floating weightlessness.

Normally, he wouldn't have noticed this shortfall because he was always able to create opportunities to employ mental-faculty martial arts. Yet this time, he deeply regretted not having learned higher-tier martial arts earlier, leaving him with no choice but to fight using inferior techniques now.

"It's nothing. Then come with me to cultivate." With a wave of the young master's hand, the scene before Chonghui shifted back to the young master's chambers.

The Torterra, enduring the relentless assaults of the three Murkrows, immediately shook the large tree upon its back. With three crisp snapping sounds, the Torterra's Leaf Shield struck every single Murkrow, simultaneously dispersing their double-team illusions and landing a direct hit on the real one.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" The Demon King glared at the Immortal Lord, who immediately snapped his mouth shut.

While Zhu Kui bent his body, wracked by violent fits of coughing, he lifted his face. His expression carried an inexplicable chill, causing the elder—who had intended to step forward and deliver a fatal blow—to hesitate and check his pace.

Xia Feng walked into the house while Hu Wei kept backing away, acting as if Xia Feng were holding a knife and forcing him backward step by step.

Yet, Zhuang Chun had not expected that even the relatively profound terminology he uttered would fail to capture the interest of Professor Pan.

Seated inside the car, Shen Yue began to weep shortly after. Following a few words of comfort from Xia Feng, she burrowed into his embrace. Xia Feng did not make any extraneous moves; he simply stroked her back gently, repeating that it was all in the past and nothing bad would happen again.

A terrifying explosion erupted. The space surrounding the star fortress of the Void-Shattering tier was instantly reduced to fine dust, causing even the white energy shield to cave inward. The shield trembled incessantly, as though it were on the verge of shattering under that single blow.

He had kept the East Suburb under wraps for half a year, but it was impossible to keep such a matter entirely airtight for so long—especially after the great flood, when nearly all the villages near the East Suburb were ruined, leaving only their settlement intact. With the August harvest fast approaching, it was bound to arouse curiosity in certain people.

Vomiting white foam, Fu Heng narrowed his eyes, yet he still desperately clung to the demon general as his breathing grew progressively weaker.

"Oh, this one. Pleasant Goat and the others don't live over here," Yang Xuantong offered a perfunctory explanation.

Once they boarded the carriage, Meng Ziling began chatting with Chen Shengchu. Afterward, Wang Jintong drove the carriage toward the money shop located a few streets away. There weren't many pedestrians on the road yet, and before long, they arrived right in front of the money shop's entrance.

Ku Qi was struck with utter dismay. Blessed as he was with supreme fortune, his future extended far beyond the Spirit Platform realm; he might even step into an infinitely more terrifying realm.

Only through comparison could one perceive flaws. In Lan Feng'er's eyes, the governance of Lan Feng Planet was exceedingly poor, despite it being countless times more powerful than the Soul Martial Planet.

Piaoling chimed in: "Right. When we turned in the quests the other day, I figured our levels were too low, so I didn't ask you guys to keep going. Since you don't want to grind dungeons today, let's go do this quest." Knowing that the rewards offered by this quest were quite decent, Zhang Ming made his decision.