Volume 1, Chapter 48: Gu Moting Helps Her Put On Her Pajamas
Gu Moting did not call anyone in to clean up. After finishing, he went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp towel in his hand. Su Qiuyu, aching and numb, sat blankly on the bed, raising her head to look at him. Having cried, her eyes shimmered with moisture, adding a touch of fragile, heart-rending pitifulness to her usually resolute and clear gaze. Gu Moting’s dark eyes were deep and limpid, masking no heartache. He leaned down and used the damp towel to wipe her temples and face, and then her slender, graceful neck. His movements were measured and steady, gentle yet firm. Finally, his slender fingers reached for her collar. A button had popped off. Gu Moting brought over a new women's nightgown, and directly undid... Gu Moting did not call anyone in to clean up. After finishing, he went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp towel in his hand. Su Qiuyu, aching and numb, sat blankly on the bed, raising her head to look at him.
It seemed that Senior Sister Nuonuo’s memories had also been erased; she was not even aware that he had cast the death-defying Words of Power upon her. Compared to the Legalists who used harsh punishments to suppress the common people, the Confucianists were more inclined to educate them with propriety, righteousness, and benevolence, enabling them to restrain themselves and return to propriety, thereby bringing stability to the nation. Ye Huaiyi had been rather busy lately and had not attended to household matters, never expecting that his stepmother—usually as sharp as they come—would act so foolishly and attempt to target Magistrate Xiao. It was utterly brainless.
After some internal struggle, Feng Gu decided to harden her heart and make things clear: "Although I cannot speak of their secrets, I can tell you that they are not adversaries ordinary mortals can fight against, and you, Feng Ling, are one of two exceptions." "Someone, bring Qiuiju and Mother Wu here. I have questions for them," Qi Jin ordered. If he remembered correctly, the year he fell into a coma from the car accident, Yun Cang had already left the capital for more than a decade. "Look at how the corpse is curled up—isn't this clearly someone who was burned alive? What need is there for an autopsy?" a soldier nearby muttered with disdain.
Unfortunately, because of Finger's persistence, Li Longyuan, who had originally intended to marginalize him and assign him to a lookout post, changed his mind and included the useless senior brother in the core team. This topic was temporarily shelved. Observing that the Iron Lady kept staring at her with a hesitant, yearning look in her eyes, Feng Ling called her outside the room alone to talk in private. At this moment, resentment filled the eyes of these fellows, all of whom possessed the strength of the Golden Core realm. Only with such power would they dare to travel through this firmament, yet clearly, they had not expected to encounter such a formidable expert—one who was, furthermore, quite a rogue.
However, hidden enemies were a different story. The mere fact that Zhao Weihuang had ascended to the position of Clan Lord through a collateral branch, combined with Zhao Jundu's current sweeping dominance, was enough to make countless enemies for the Duke of Cheng'en's faction. Qianye was now considered part of this lineage, and lacking the status of Zhao Junhong, being marginalized was only natural.
"Puff!" Ten more strikes, and not only were the mute pressure points of the five sealed by the masked figure, but they also lost consciousness. The rookies responded in unison. This place was obviously no place to linger; the enemy had laid an ambush beforehand and was clearly well-prepared for the intrusion of the Yanfu cultivators. Furthermore, at the very outbreak of the battle, they had released an owl with a letter cylinder tied to its leg. If they dragged this out any longer and the reinforcements of the Rakshasa army arrived, even if Di were made of iron, how many nails could he strike?
"Senior, could you let my two friends also behold your true divine form? This feels rather awkward," Ye Feng said. Over an hour ago, it was these Khitan barbarians who had been howling as they chased down Li Congjing. In the blink of an eye, the roles of attacker and defender had reversed. When all was said and done, the steppe nomads remained tribal-based peoples, a fact that had not changed to this day.
Right where Ye Feng and the others had entered this place, Leng Fan was currently utilizing the power of ice and snow to suppress the Flaming Mountain. Without the God-Incinerating Pearl to suppress it, the intensity of the flames within the Flaming Mountain had weakened significantly. Meanwhile, the vital energy of this icy world was remarkably pure. Ye Feng was very curious as to what kind of treasure had descended into the world.
A sword, carrying an unstoppable momentum, pierced into the Tree King's body. The immense power destroyed the latter's massive physique, and it dissolved and shattered with a roaring cascade of noise. At this point, the figure within the red light finally turned around. The red light dissipating from their body revealed a bewitching face.
Five flying needles, as thick as guard staves and gleaming with a cold light, intertwined simultaneously into wheels of dazzling, argent light, kicking up a sandstorm fierce as an angry dragon, and charged with tragic grandeur toward the chest of Vajra Sancang.