Chapter 66: Not Even Worth Carrying the Crown Prince’s Shoes

Lu Ying felt as if the sky had collapsed upon her. Her words just now—had they all heard them?

Lu Ying seemed on the verge of fainting, when Li Jiuwei, with eager concern, supported her and smiled gently, “Careful, grandniece, watch your step.”

“You... you did that on purpose,” Lu Ying said fiercely.

She resisted Li Jiuwei’s touch with every fiber of her being, but could not escape the hand pressed firmly against her waist. It hurt, but in front of so many—

Although Li Zhaoyuan hadn’t had much time to practice the Grand Sword Gathering technique after forming his Golden Core, his formidable Tai Chi Golden Core cultivation made wielding one hundred and twenty-eight swords relatively easy.

The four giant whip-like serpents opened their enormous jaws and entwined themselves around the Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang flying swords, only to be instantly consumed by the flames of Extreme Yang or eroded by the chill of Extreme Yin. In a flash, the four serpents emitted sizzling and cracking sounds, then vanished without a trace.

“Master, shall we continue planting crops?” Hill asked Chén Wei once more.

“With skills as formidable as his, how did you manage to save me?” Ling Qi pressed on calmly, showing no discomfort at Lu Linxuan’s intimate gesture.

Lin Feng merely smiled; rainbows formed by refraction over water were scientifically sound, but in this era, science offered no explanation.

There were more masters yet to come. The Exiled Immortal Sect had sent one of its elders. Unlike the Dao Sect, whose lineage was straightforward, the Exiled Immortal Sect was intricate, and an elder held the status of a peak master. This elder was a formidable figure, at least on par with the Nirvana Lord of the Dao Sect.

“Is changing a form of address so hard? Maybe if you call me that, I’ll be so delighted my mind will spark and I’ll think up a brilliant plan!” Fang Xiyuan persisted, smiling as she looked at Ling Qi.

Jian Yujie didn’t even turn her head, her gaze slipped past Fang Xiyuan’s shoulder, her smile deepening.

“But it’s true—if his spirit were so easily bound, he wouldn’t be a Forest Hunter,” Chen Tian chuckled.

The water on the boat was limited—barely enough for a day. Yet, Princess Yan insisted on bathing at such a moment. Lin Feng refused outright, and the maid stood bewildered, unsure how to report back. If handled poorly, the princess might well lose her temper.

But three days passed, then five, and the archers of Funiu Fortress still seemed to have inexhaustible arrows, shooting with undiminished density each day, showing no signs of running out.

If she didn’t dress so conservatively, act so prim and proper, and wasn’t sent by the Queen Mother herself, he might have entertained other thoughts.

The presence of Prince Long Thirteen and Qi Tianshou among the group left the Black Dragon Horse King and others utterly perplexed. He sensed something amiss, though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Sunlight had long abandoned the world to the underworld, leaving only shadows and chill. Trees drooped their broken bodies, proudly displaying wounds dripping with fresh blood.

Acting first and reporting later is often a thankless task, even if the intentions are good. If the aftermath is handled well, forgiveness is possible; but if things go awry, it becomes nothing but trouble for oneself.

“Taiyi Realm? More than one?” Qi Tianshou, who had been indifferent, now fixed his gaze intently. After stepping into the Taiyi Realm, whether as a Taiyi Loose Immortal or Taiyi Celestial, one entered a truly extraordinary state.

Sha Wujing quickly shifted the Demon-Subduing Staff onto the back of the dragon crab, aligning the grand door called forth by the gold coins directly toward Tang Monk.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Yuan Yao replied, trembling with fear as he polished Wang Hao’s shoes to a spotless shine.

The Sword Knight paused in surprise, feeling a sudden numbness in his hand; it seemed his blade had struck not flesh, but stone.