Day 22

Mangled corpses lay in pools of thickening blood, their final expressions etched with lingering resentment. It was for this reason that Lu Chen had personally traveled to Hehuan Mountain. Of course, this was predicated on his calculation that a certain "Chen Ping'an" was traveling through the area; otherwise, the life, death, glory, and shame of Zhao Fuyang would have been left to fate and his own undoing.

Even the disciples of saints rarely reached the rank of Golden Immortal; one could only imagine how arduous the path to that stage was for ordinary people. Just then, an old man with a head of white hair descended from the sky. His two eyebrows were as dark as ink, his posture was as rigid as a sword, and his gaze—like that of a tiger or an eagle—sent shivers down one's spine.

In front of the guards, Zhang Jinhua still addressed her husband according to protocol, though she felt a slight sense of awkwardness after the words left her lips. Shi Xiaoyu knew that hiding in the palace was not a permanent solution; given enough time, Su Xian would surely find them, so she turned and left immediately.

Most striking was his temperament—aloof and cold, carrying an air of disdain for all things that made it impossible not to let one's imagination run wild. It was like a vast grassland where every blade of grass was packed with immense density; the crowd surged and shifted, rising and falling like the tides of a great sea.

If Li Hongyu had brought Situ Yuling, and what she offered could have moved him—perhaps some rare treasure containing a vast primordial life essence—Wudao might not have blamed her and might even have rewarded her. But for her to defy his orders over a mere treasure of imperial attainment was simply preposterous.

Although she remained outwardly resistant, in his heart, Lin Cheng had already claimed Zhou Pingting as his own, never allowing another man to lay a finger on her. Perhaps Gong Jue needed a man-to-man conversation with Tuanzi, and she should not interfere in how Gong Jue chose to discipline the boy. As soon as Yi Mei stepped out, she heard a charismatic baritone voice gradually transform into a roar, as harsh as the grinding of a blade, echoing from the office.

What a joke. Ever since the incident at Liu Gong Mountain, he had no intention of ever touching a race car again.

Mili offered an awkward smile. She had known of Lu Zhiyuan’s feelings for her for a long time, but she had never felt comfortable bringing them into the open. After all, matters of the heart require mutual affection.

"Care to try?" Lu Qifeng’s icy tone made it impossible to tell whether he was amused or angry.

After the Zhuang household finished their morning greetings, Mother Ma came to the East Mansion to measure the dimensions of the Eldest Madam, Huiyuan. Upon learning of Mother Ma’s arrival, Zhuang Jin took Zhuang Ying, Zhuang Wu, Zhuang Bin, Zhuang Yuan, and Zhuang Yu to the Garden of Rolling Clouds.

Bai Qiqi looked at the man before her, shrouded entirely in white. To be honest, regardless of the past, this was the first time she had seen him in her current memory, yet he did indeed evoke a faint sense of familiarity.

After distributing porridge, Meng Le took Lin Changgong to a restaurant and ordered a table full of rich dishes. Only after Changge’s fever broke did Lin Yanchen feel a sense of relief, yet he did not leave; he sat by the bedside, staring lost in thought at the still-sleeping Changge.

Di Yuanxun’s thick eyelashes veiled the dim light in his eyes. The "Dream Return" wine was sharp and stirring. In the dusky horizon, a faint crescent moon rose, and the chirping of spring insects caused the mountain forests to echo with a sense of desolation.

Sikong Yi nodded to himself, thinking: if you can handle someone as difficult as her, why worry about Lin Yuye? Besides, he did not believe Lin Yuye could outwit a cunning fox like Lin Yuchen.

Qi Mingyu stood with an elegant air, his fingers dancing slightly, his gaze fixed toward the direction of "Wood Color." The setting sun bathed him in light, as if he were plated in gold.

Nan Gongjinghong was left speechless by Ye Jinmu’s words and couldn't help but roll her eyes at her. While the others stood stunned, she moved with silent, swift footsteps, her slender figure passing by like a breeze.

However, not everyone possesses spiritual roots; those without them will never be able to step into the world of cultivation for their entire lives. After Zhou Huayu arrived, he did not leave again, staying to chat with Li Guangyu and the others while they awaited news from the delivery room.

Meanwhile, this was also the reason why Lin Yuchen was unaware of Lin Nianwan’s whereabouts or the identity of the mastermind: the Shadow brothers and their companions no longer belonged to the Lin family’s secret guard.

A strange look flickered in her eyes, as if she were filled with immense anticipation for what was about to happen. Did you think that just because Xie Zhan hadn't debuted, those online who had once hurled abuse at him would feel guilty for having wronged him?

After struggling in agony for over half an hour, the surging spiritual energy within her finally subsided, and the pain reached a tolerable level. Third Master Yuan glanced weakly at his wounds and breathed in the rich, sweet scent of spiritual energy, thinking that if he entered meditation now, there shouldn't be any more problems.

The old man’s expression turned frigid, adding a layer of malevolence to his already hideous face: "I don't know if I can attain immortality, but you are about to die!" As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged directly at Feng Yifei.

Two days ago, the reports from the Northwest arrived. Within the Tatar ranks, voices of dissent against Huyan were growing, and hearts were divided. Huyan was busy quelling internal chaos, and there were far fewer provocations toward the Northwest.

He had always referred to himself as "I" in front of Gong Lingrui, and even now, it remained unchanged; he wanted to remind Gong Lingrui that the burden of this empire was something he had forced upon him.

"No, you cannot go." As soon as Xie Zan heard her, he knew her decision and instinctively said as much.

Arthur heard Wilson’s words and offered a weak, mocking retort. These secrets were not things they could touch; if they wanted to know the untouchable, they would have to climb higher, but that meant risking their heads.

Ye Qingqing saw that Shen Tingchuan insisted on going to work, and although she found it somewhat novel, she still acted as if she didn't care.