Volume 1, Chapter 26: What the Hell

In truth, this is hardly strange. Although Chen Nan had been reincarnated over these past sixteen years, his physical body had transformed into a stone statue, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon. His body had long since been reborn; not only had his constitution improved, but his cultivation had also surged to the Fourth Heaven of the Immortal Realm.

Zhao Yan took a token from his bosom and dangled it right in front of the Third Master’s eyes.

Once placed inside the spatial dimension, although only half a day had passed in the outside world, a great deal of time had already elapsed within.

While the Demon Queen feared dragon aura, she did not fear the dragon before her. She would only feel a sense of dread if the Dragon King of the West Sea or the Crown Prince of the West Sea were to appear.

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the carpet, blooming like deep crimson flowers amidst the light gray snow.

Zuo Hui was still staring blankly toward the doorway, completely oblivious to Qu Huaide’s voice.

In the official game forum announcements, the rules for this guild war were not stated in great detail, so the players were left to figure things out as they played.

For the next few days, Zhuangzhuang waited for her to go to and from school, lowering his pride to carry her bags and bring her snacks.

The gauze curtains, pale as mist, were adorned with crystal-clear purple beads that caught the candlelight, appearing like tear drops on the verge of falling.

Prince Yan XVII, at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul body refinement, and He Xiang, at the early stage, traded blow for blow, palm against palm. Cracks spread across the martial arts platform, and the crystals shattered, unable to withstand the shockwaves generated by their physical combat.

"Forget it, stay inside for now. Leave after half an hour to avoid any misunderstandings about us doing... you know. I am the Imperial Son-in-law, your sister's husband," Jiang Xinyi said, turning back to command.

"Haha." President Qian felt that the Li Ying before him had changed completely; the former version of her would never have spoken such polite words.

Accompanied by a spray of blood, a bullet clattered into the prepared metal tray with a crisp sound.

Even the finest places, if left uninhabited for too long, grow cold and desolate. As the saying goes in the countryside, once the human presence fades, it becomes a magnet for unclean things. Sure enough, a few brazen rats were seen scurrying across the floor.

Liu Fu had just been promoted to steward, and his mind was a whirlwind of excitement; he hadn't even noticed what his master had said. The remaining three, however, exchanged glances, more or less grasping their master's intent.

The second layer involved stationing personnel at every entrance outside the main hall to prevent any unidentified individuals from entering the first floor of the villa.

When Cao Yuanzhong proposed a purge of the literati and the officialdom, Li Zhao, Feng Dao, Fan Zhi, and Wei Renpu reacted vehemently. However, when Cao Yuanzhong proposed a purge of the merchants and the marketplaces, Feng Dao and the others, driven by a desire for appeasement and exchange, prepared to compromise.

Bang! Striving to provide the two with endless skills and a continuous stream of follow-up power, Zhu Can had exhausted himself. His sound energy was not infinite; it had a limit and eventually reached a state of depletion, causing him to stumble and collapse to the ground.

"Head of the House, what should we do now?" Yiren knelt hastily, her heart filled with genuine indignation.

Lu Ruxue did not ask, for there was no need. She relaxed her body, allowing Mu Xuanyang to hold her close.

He never imagined that after searching for her for so many years, they would meet again under such circumstances. Xiujuan’s appearance had hardly changed, though he, despite being only in his thirties, had already grown many gray hairs.

If his Imperial Father intended to eliminate him, why not break with him sooner? Future life and death, fortune and misfortune no longer mattered; he only hoped Feixue remained unharmed.

Long Feixue frowned deeply. What grievances and grudges had existed between his mother and the Emperor all those years ago? Why had he destroyed the Great Zhou Kingdom and ultimately set the palace ablaze?

Guan Lanzhi clenched her fists in secret. Haozhi had never loved her, but she had to secure her position as Crown Princess.

Today, Zhao Qi had finally managed to persuade Huang San to let him leave the palace alone. Fortunately, given his martial prowess, no one in the entire palace was his match. After much hesitation, Huang San agreed. This brought a great sense of relief to the new, righteous Emperor, who had been followed by a crowd everywhere he went these past few days.

The four families had gathered today for the sake of the final, and most miraculous, item in Sang Zhu’s possession.

Lin Fang sat on the edge of the adjacent bed, his legs spread, chin resting on his interlaced fingers, eyes fixed upon him.

Even if Ma Ba drained his family’s entire enterprise, it would be impossible to save the Chen Group.

His tone lacked its previous gentleness, as if he would abandon her if she did not agree to leave immediately.

"The First Emperor of Qin intended for his dynasty to last for ten thousand generations by casting his sword, yet because he sealed away his military strength, he ended up losing it all by the second generation. Truly, man proposes, but Heaven disposes," Murong Yunzhen remarked.

"Idiot!" Xue Zhong cursed coldly, already entering the lounge with Sharla.

The moment the words left his mouth, Mingde knew he was finished. If he had left the palace alone, his Imperial Father might have turned a blind eye, but bringing his two younger sisters along to stir up trouble meant that even his father’s usual leniency would not suffice to escape punishment.

The disciples of the Mist Sect bowed several times before the graves, silently swearing to drive the Khitan soldiers out of the Central Plains and the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun. After the funeral concluded in haste, the group set off for the Khitan camp in Mozhou.

The next morning, as the two great armies slowly marched out, Li Ran kept his promise and appeared on one side of the front line. Upon seeing him, the Pharaoh Arsinoe specifically had some treasures delivered to him, as a gesture of comfort before the battle.

"Hehe!" Both eunuchs chuckled, thinking to themselves that they didn't know which household this spoiled brat belonged to, being so fragile. It was a good thing the Empress Dowager was merciful; otherwise, he might not have survived ten strikes.