Chapter 61

She knew her own capabilities well. She was confident when it came to saving others, but saving herself in a back courtyard rife with jealousy and hidden daggers was something she feared would be too difficult.

Zhan Peng instantly felt at ease. As long as the vital energy smoothly returned to his body, it would prove that the magical beast was hunted by him, and everything else would naturally fall into place.

After Nian Yichen finished speaking, the people below continued to address the gathering. Before long, his slender fingers tapped lightly on the table near his cup. The person behind him failed to react, but Bai Chen'an at the side understood the gesture, reached out to pick up the cup to pour more water, and was stopped by a single raised hand from Nian Yichen.

On the day of the first snowfall, Xiao Lingfeng woke up. He stared blankly for a long while at the jade-white arm that was holding him, then turned his gaze sideways to look at the face resting beside him—a visage usually cold, but now tinged with softness. Xiao Lingfeng reached out and poked the fair, smooth cheek that normally never wore a smile.

At this moment, Lan Qian could no longer hold out. He decided to leave first and head to the grand city of Flying Snow. Naturally, Lan Qian also asked the sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect for a favor: if Qin Qiqi finished viewing the jade ruyi, she should be asked to wait for him at Heavenly Demon Mountain for a few days, and he would return.

Undeniably, Su Mi was genuinely furious with Shen Cenhan. She turned her head and said fiercely.

Before the shattered space-time mirror, Tu Linglong once again sneaked into Bo Huangyi's mansion. At this instant, the images of Zi Xi's treatment shattered and reflected in the depths of her eyes.

"Nani?" Ji Yun looked at Qin Tian in confusion. Logically speaking, he should be introducing his father to pay respects, so why was Qin Tian acting like this?

Putting away the exorcism talisman, she calculated in her mind that Ye Jiu, who had gone back to Qingnan Mountain to retrieve the golden gourd, should be returning tonight. Tomorrow was the ten-day deadline she had mentioned, and the timing worked out just right.

Ye Yi's entire face was twisted into a grimace. He could even fool the heir apparent, so what else was there to say? Should he call the heir apparent too naive?

Thinking of those days spent on the mountain, everyone couldn't help but shudder. When they recalled Gu Yan's training over the past month or so, their hearts grew even colder, and they felt that their future days would surely be very difficult.

At that moment, he watched almost with his own eyes as Mu Nanshan sank beneath the surface, yet he was completely powerless to help. He was still supporting Qiao Qing, who was still unconscious; there was no way he could abandon Qiao Qing to save Mu Nanshan.

Several of the princes were far too impatient. By hurting the Emperor's heart now, their days ahead would likely prove difficult.

This must be what trust feels like. When you trust someone worthy of trust and receive an even deeper, trustworthy response in return, the human heart actually expands and grows profoundly warm.

His hair was disheveled, his belt came loose, his robes were creased, and even the shoes on his feet bore countless footprints. What a miserable sight it was.

Yang Xinde felt a sense of weirdness mixed with immense admiration. While he himself didn't even dare to draw a full breath in front of Ninth Master Qi, this Master Chi actually treated Ninth Master Qi as if he were nothing. Truly, her daring was extraordinary; she was quite a remarkable figure.

"Where did so much money come from? Wasn't it given by you, spoiled by you! Look, trouble has struck now! If you had lent it to your eldest brother, how could all this money have gone down the drain?" Upon hearing that it was such a large sum, Wu Junfen could no longer restrain her churning emotions, her voice turning shrill as she spoke.

Hearing Hong Xing put it that way, Director Fang let out a breath of relief. If he had really been forced to take Hong Xing away on his own accord, he truly wouldn't have dared; now that Hong Xing was making the request himself, nothing could be better.

By this time, military doctors had already given Chen Kepeng a thorough examination and bandaged his wounds, though the results were somewhat regrettable: because Lord Bao's blade had severed a tendon, and considerable time had been delayed thereafter, coupled with heavy blood loss, Chen Kepeng's left hand would most likely be permanently disabled.

"This is only the first trial, and its power is already this immense. There are still twenty-six to go!" Although the tribulation-crosser was uninjured, he was still shaken by the heavenly tribulation, which showed just how terrifying its might was.

After finishing the meal, the lunch break came to an end, and a new round of the standoff began. Seeming to notice that the human numbers had increased again, the mastermind behind the zombies very insidiously chose to hold their ground. The posture was precisely like an ancient city siege, vowing to trap them until their ammunition and provisions were completely exhausted.

This was completely different from the Long Feiyu Yue Longtian had known before, and completely opposite to the smile that often hung on Long Feiyu's face. This caused Yue Longtian to recall the warning Long Anqi had given him earlier.

In truth, Yue Longtian had not exerted too much force in his hand. At that moment, he could also see that Yun Tianao was using a self-harming technique to break his throat-locking grip.

At this moment, Yun Xiaoxiao's eyes never left Yue Longtian and Xiao Naien. She saw Xiao Naien attacking relentlessly, while Yue Longtian merely dodged blindly. Because Yue Longtian lacked a weapon, he had zero opportunity to counterattack.

Xiang Lai tossed his head and turned his back on the inquisitive, endlessly questioning good pupil Ye Shiyuan. He refused to pay him any attention; right now, he needed to go keep Hao company.

Seeing Mo Liang acting with such rare docility, Chu Tingfang was slightly taken aback. Then, a faint curve formed at the corner of his lips, carrying a rather ambiguous nuance. Fortunately, Mo Liang had his eyes closed and did not witness this expression of his; otherwise, he would surely have cast a look of utter disgust at Chu Tingfang.

A gathering once or twice a month could not possibly produce a masterpiece every single time, nor could it yield something as astonishing as the "Hanging Ghost Painting." As long as there were gains, that was enough.

The princess certainly had not said that the imperial son-in-law could not take a concubine, but the Han family constantly harbored designs on Song Qinjun, and that was an entirely different matter.

Secretly circulating the Desolate Art, the power within Yin Feng's body slowly awakened. His body trembled, and true qi once again condensed upon his fist. He wanted to muddy the waters and prevent others from seeing through his secret.

A chorus of gasps! The scholars might not be able to paint it themselves, but they possessed some appreciation skills. Even if painted by the "Hanging Ghost Painting" in a short span, it showed a seamless connection between mind and hand.

Without Yan Kejing, the Ministry of Rites was not lacking in personnel, but with the Emperor's Longevity Festival approaching, perhaps Doctor Wang was better suited to hold down the fort.

Lord Hong said nothing further thereafter, merely smiling and letting old man Hui apply a few acupuncture needles to his bruised and painful spot—needles that would do little to actually cure the illness.

For a low-ranking concubine to blatantly slander a high-ranking concubine—anyone with a normal IQ would never commit such a foolish act.

Seeing Chi Zao's pale face and trembling body, Xi Yue was frightened out of her wits. Although she had considered that the appearance of Zuo Yun and Bi Shan might affect Chi Zao, three whole years had already passed since that affair. She had assumed Chi Zao had walked out of the shadow, never imagining that Chi Zao would suffer so acutely.

The two awkwardly separated, simultaneously raising their hands into fists and placing them near their mouths to give a light cough, masking the embarrassment within their hearts.

Empress Yu was awed by Wei Qingjing's attitude and dared not delay any longer. She hurriedly left the scene, leading her palace attendants to the residence Wei Qingjing formerly occupied within the Eastern Palace to move his belongings out.