Chapter 23

After all, Wang Yuheng is a student of the intermediate academy, and his cultivation has already reached the Divine Seal Realm, a full major realm higher than Lin Huang.

The piano is a part of you, but in that fleeting moment, it was truly your everything.

Facing a finger strike with the power to destroy the world, Ye Wushuang showed not a shred of fear; instead, he erupted with boundless killing intent.

Now, the nine princes who have stepped into the spotlight have all been defeated, leaving only the last one, Prince Huoyuan, whose low profile is so outrageous that it is almost unbelievable.

Ye Wushuang gave the Dragon-Subduing Staff in his hand a flick, and it emitted a terrifying, shuddering power, the staff humming intensely.

Wen Ruojian signaled for the two maidservants to leave. They already knew this would be the outcome, and though they were unwilling, they dared not provoke their young master.

Shangguan Yu had no idea how Ranran was doing now, and in his sudden anxiety, he let out a loud roar.

He immediately transformed into a streak of light and flew toward the depths of the Endless World. The entire Endless World is vast, and Chen Yunfeng had only been exploring its outer fringes for the past ten days or so.

Wu Lu’s heart was burning with rage; his hatred for Yu Fang even surpassed that for the Old Monster of Black Wind. He ground his teeth so hard that they made a crisp, crunching sound, audible to Chen Yunfeng even from several miles away.

Su Ye was stunned. These two girls he had just met by chance actually brought him breakfast? What kind of game was this?

With the Emperor in the Stone as the bottom-line benchmark—the most useless person from the dawn of time to the present—practitioners in the entire region suddenly found themselves possessed of an inexplicable sense of confidence.

Since everyone has suddenly become aware of each other’s existence, I have no reason to pretend to be oblivious.

A monk grabbed the man’s hand and said, "Benefactor, this is Hanshan Temple. Please conduct yourself with dignity and do not cause trouble, or do not blame this old monk for being impolite." The one intervening was none other than the abbot of Hanshan Temple.

As soon as Chen Xiaoran’s words fell, a graceful, mature, and captivating figure appeared out of thin air in the bedroom that had previously held only him.

One of the long-faced generals looked at the General Lan beside him and asked. To escape the pursuit of the Southern Army’s hidden reinforcements, they had been riding for three days and three nights without rest.

"If the Princess is looking for the Fourth Brother, you can find him there," Fan Lihua said, pointing toward a room with obvious hostility.

A flash of anger appeared in Xiang Gangtian’s eyes as he looked at the two sword-wielding men and said coldly, "Kneel!" If anyone dared to strike his people, he would naturally have to stand up for them.

I cannot explain why, but I am particularly terrified of Shen Linfeng approaching me. It is a form of painful rejection, as if every time he draws near, it is accompanied by injury.

But upon reflection, Xiang Gangtian felt somewhat frustrated, for it was clear that her actions were intentional. Yin Yuxiang’s original plan was to prevent him from speaking so she could force the price down. Therefore, if he truly felt embarrassed, he would be playing right into her hands.

Ye Rong, lying on the bed at this moment, had changed out of the silk pajamas she wore last night into a red, deep-V-neck nightgown.

They had always considered Zhou Shen family, so they were happy to see him together with Xu Li.

Jiang Xiyan tucked her clean, fair, and delicate feet into the quilt, folded the stained handkerchief, and placed it in his coat pocket. In his ears, the scene was filled with her warmth and the tender contours of her presence.

At their level, such a terrible premonition could not be dismissed as mere intuition; it was an instinctive deduction based on vast experience. Their subconscious had perceived that something ominous was about to happen.

A cold emotion surfaced in his bottomless black eyes, only to vanish a moment later. Wen Rujue followed the eyeball into the room—or perhaps it should be called a hall—once again.

Liu Mei looked at Shangguan Qianyu’s outstretched hand, glanced at it indifferently, and skillfully sidestepped, perfectly avoiding the hand that was meant to support her.

Yet, he could not reveal any of these emotions in front of his family; he could only continue to be an inconspicuous background character, watching them feel excitement, joy, anger, and shock over the child who had not died.

Gu Zhaoxi carefully recalled the situation when she held Prince Yu. It seemed that a piece of the swaddling cloth was indeed missing, though she hadn't noticed the patterns or anything of the sort. This swaddling cloth was crucial to Prince Yu, but to her at the time, it was insignificant; it was truly difficult to notice such details.

"I merely said a couple of things to him, and he actually slammed the door on me." It was clear that the old Master Ming was furious.

Just as she thought of this and prepared to call Ji Ruchu to ask, a call from Ji Ruchu popped up on her phone.

"When did she leave?" Yu An’nuan asked immediately. She had been too immersed in the past while in the room and had not noticed when Ji Shengge left. Now that she was downstairs, she wanted to find her to express her gratitude and pay the fee.

A booming business and a flourishing family were, in the eyes of the villagers, symbols of good fortune. People were more willing to stay close to the eldest branch because they were now capable. At the very least, in the eyes of the villagers, the fact that the eldest branch had plenty to eat and drink and lived a prosperous life was a remarkable thing.

"I don't think it's very serious, and it's getting better," Xiao En said calmly, looking at Western, with no intention of compromising. What he was worried about now was Xiao Xue, and he regretted not being firmer in keeping her there until dawn.

Jing Bai said nothing, only smiling and waving his hand to signal Jin Chirui to come to his side, a gesture that brooked no argument.

When Aunt Li came up, she had already turned off the lights on the first floor. Only a few white candles on the offering table emitted a dismal light; the flames were straight and still, for there was not a breath of air in the hall.

Inside the shattered pieces of spirit jade, the soul fires had vanished, but the soul fires of the several disciples of the Insect Control Sect were, surprisingly, still safe and sound.

Jin Yao had left again and returned to Tianming’s side. He did not know much about the lightning tribulation, knowing more about the Dragon-Tiger Aura. Although the sect’s masters later stepped in to conceal the event, the celestial phenomena could not be changed.