Chapter 65: After Sharing a Night

The feeling, perhaps, is akin to someone who has grown accustomed to eating lychees that have been shipped frozen, their skins already turning black, and then, for the first time, sits beneath a lychee tree, picking and savoring the fruit straight from the branches.

Yet, the auxiliary force was placed on equal footing with the Jin invaders and the bandit rabble, heedless of the chaos such actions would unleash, and of the suffering that would befall the people, plunging them into endless misery.

Xinghai said, “They concocted the poison entirely from imagination; it was never used on the Immortal of Lingyang. It’s nothing but water without a source, so it won’t work.” Nonetheless, seeing Guming’s discomfort and true torment, he gripped her palm, channeling his vital energy to drive out the poison.

As she spoke, she found herself, without knowing when, losing all interest in finding a handsome boyfriend; gradually, being with Yu in this way became enough.

According to the description, this pill can cleanse most impurities from the human body, while also strengthening bones, blood, muscle, and more—an immense boon to one’s health.

The flame was not entirely unconscious; it could still see. So it looked up at the sky, wanting to glimpse the beast that was devouring it.

Throughout the Yue family’s army, there was a resolve to avert calamity, a determination to hold up the heavens. Yet, in practical terms, none had any clear idea how to proceed.

Xinghai heard her rebuke and felt uneasy, fearing a scolding. But Yuan Yun, after cursing twice, said, “Disciple, use your full strength to circulate your energy. I’ll impart the incantation; you must try to stabilize the spiritual energy in this Hongjun’s Flowing Water.” Without waiting for protest, she recited a spell called ‘Primordial Unity.’

The emperor never appointed an empress; later, he promoted one from among his concubines, but that was not a proper imperial wedding.

Han Mengshan, as usual, lay lazily on the sofa, playing a battle royale game, her eyes fixed intently on the screen.

Arriving at the training ground, He Chuan glanced around; this was the taekwondo hall, with thick mats covering the floor to prevent injury from falls.

Shi had placed many scouts in the dense forest, but Yang Jiuhuai had done the same; neither side would simply sit and wait for death.

When the captain beside him asked for orders, he raised his arm, signaling all the warship’s crossbows to aim at the man ahead.

This was the strangest mission she had ever undertaken. Never before had she been so disheveled, not even glimpsing the enemy’s shadow. Had the opponent shown no mercy, the place would already be strewn with corpses.

That kick was anything but gentle; even the severely wounded and unconscious assassin of the Dark Tide let out a muffled groan, spitting another mouthful of blood.

It signified the rise of a figure who would stand equal to the three great sovereigns; however cold and unyielding Jiang Chuan might be, he could not suppress the surge of wild joy.

Seeing all this—the pursuit in the divine realm—Dracula Peng was deeply astonished. He cared little for gods of justice or evil, but his own aims were clear.

As the instructor announced the end of class, the youths in the schoolhouse could not wait to dash outside.

Although Zhou Xiaoling still pretended to be frightened, she now placed all her hopes on He Chuan.

“Did you forget to take father’s urn?” In her panic, Wan Ying suddenly remembered the ashes placed beside the Buddha altar.

Wen Cang, Yu Yao, and You Wei bid farewell to Uncle Tang, Hong Ran, Bai Fu, and Bai Xi, heading toward the willow grove.

Now, things are different. I’ve become deputy general manager. Even if Li Jingxiao gets the title, I can still oversee sales; she’ll remain under my authority.

Zhao Hu’s cunning lies here—those who scheme against him are met without mercy. Toward He Jie, he certainly shows no tenderness. When the time comes, he strikes as needed; after all, men never lose out.

After speaking, his gaze shifted to Wen Qi. Wen Qi paused, then said, “I once investigated—twenty years ago, a merchant accidentally ventured into Qingyue. Not only was he spared by the highwaymen, he survived and brought back precious treasures, ascending swiftly thereafter.”

Now, it served its purpose, becoming the guardian beast of nine formations, further strengthening their power.

Cheng Xiaoyu, already seated in the café, gazed at the white porcelain coffee cup before her, her thoughts drifting afar.

Liu Zhaoyi did not spread rumors this time; she knew well it wasn’t her. Seeing Wan Yun insist on accusing her, she could only keep bowing her head, explaining endlessly.

The landlord let out a long sigh of relief; she cared little for Huang Yuqi’s personal safety. As long as nothing happened in the apartment, she felt at ease.

Cuiling was afraid, and so was she. She never imagined Lan Weiyu had an empress dowager for a patron. “Forget it. We’ll meet force with force, water with earth.” Su Linglong clenched her fists, her eyes resolute.

Fu Lin’an was determined to confine her within the painting, like a puppet; she had never known he could become so dark.

Negotiations with Xie De were not lengthy, but the covert sparring was exhausting. Every word the other uttered might not mean what it seemed; Wen Ming disliked such tactics.

Seeing the fearless Gray Wolves outside the city walls, the crowd could not help but gasp. A suffocating heat hung over the battlements, an ominous feeling rising.

“We won’t know until we go,” Su Yunjun said, eyeing the post with complex emotions, vaguely sensing it had something to do with Chen Jingheng.

It was at this moment that Gray realized he could still hear the voice of the god of dance. Destiny may have severed his life as a dancer, but the god of dance had never departed from his soul.

After finishing, Liu Yan finally breathed out, dug a hole in the earth overhead, and aimed it at the plant. Without rain or scorching sun, who knew if it could survive?

“Long live the emperor! Long live the empress! Long live the empress dowager! Long live Noble Consort Hao!” As soon as Chu Hongdi and other prominent figures arrived, everyone knelt in unison, chanting identical phrases.

The cage was on the brink of disaster; Mo Xiruo, frantic, was about to rush to save it when suddenly, a hidden weapon flew from nowhere, striking the assailant’s neck and killing him instantly.

At this moment, the bottom third of the list’s third group of trainees were silently grateful to their mentor, Gray Fantasia. This “substitute teacher,” who was no real instructor, had performed so impressively that he instantly won countless admirers after this round of exams.

“Rip!” The body behind Yu Chao trembled uncontrollably, clothes tearing apart, blood spraying wildly in the air.