Volume 1, Chapter 51: You Don't Even Have the Qualification to Attend Court

Just at that moment, the drumsticks in Meng Xinghui's hands fell upon the drum, producing two loud "thump-thump" sounds. The unexpected noise startled Dai Ziyan and Lin Danyuan, who were in the middle of a conversation, causing them to hurriedly look toward the stage.

This apartment was not only luxuriously decorated but also fully functional. It came equipped with a meditation room, a laboratory, and even a dedicated spell-testing ground, which left Lance extremely satisfied.

Could the one pursuing and forcing the Black Dragon Mix to flee in such a panic be none other than the Wizard King Rodriguez?!

There was no other reason. Long ago, Su Yang had discovered that although Jian Wanli was quite capable of execution, he had a major flaw: his mental fortitude was not strong enough. He always blamed the heavens and others; he was fine when things were going smoothly, but the moment adversity struck, it would directly impair his performance.

"Ain't that the truth? If anyone spoke about my wife like that, I'd definitely beat them up too!" another older brother chimed in.

"Since you all already know, I believe our dear audience friends must know as well. Now, let us welcome the pride of the Chinese people, Xu Chenjun! Let's give him a round of applause!" Accompanied by Zhu Jun's voice, Xu Chenjun walked onto the stage.

A week had already passed since Yin Yi and Baishu made their high-profile public announcement of their relationship, yet the gossip surrounding the two showed no signs of cooling down.

Rabbit Head was quite knowledgeable about genetic science, and Yin Yi would occasionally ask him related questions when she had nothing to do, never sensing any romantic ambiguity in it.

In the interstellar era, actors, singers, and idols were three entirely different professions with virtually no overlap.

Not many people came to see them off today. Aside from Zhong Nan, whose presence was unexpected, the rest were mostly former subordinates and students of Shen Shixing. Because Xu Guo had also resigned at the same time and they shared the same hometown, they had agreed to return home together.

Empress Dou had originally intended it to be this way from the start, but she hadn't expected that Su Ruohe would render a great service today, leaving the Emperor greatly pleased with her.

"No, it's not like that. Imperial Physician Shen is not that kind of person." Cailian's face flushed red, as if she wanted to defend Shen Yu, but then she realized it might not be appropriate and instantly fell silent.

"Guo Mochen, you are despicable! I refuse to accept this, let's fight again!" Beiming Shu climbed up from the ground in anger, shouting defiantly at Guo Mochen.

Her previously cool cheeks suddenly began to burn like a raging fire, the heat searing upward from the crown of her head all the way down to the soles of her feet.

She kept seeing patients right up until noon. She had thought the morning would pass by peacefully, but just as Gu Sinan was attending to her very last patient, a commotion broke out outside—a very loud kind of commotion that was impossible to ignore.

She smiled. In truth, she had already begun to grow accustomed to this lifestyle of having attendants wait upon her hand and foot; going back now would probably feel completely uncomfortable.

"Rest assured, Old Feng's matter is known to you and me alone. I will not speak of it, nor will I take any action. May I wait for you? Until the day you choose to tell me." When Qi Qingjue spoke, he was so close to her. Though his tone was soft, it was filled with unwavering certainty. As he spoke, his gaze never left Feng Linglong's eyes, and his sincerity was absolute.

For the moment Qi Haorui ascended the throne as emperor, some of the neutral loyal officials in the imperial court would inevitably lean toward him, and by then, the Zhao family would become the next Feng family.

Mu Lijing had no choice but to stop in his tracks, and the hand gripping Qing Beihuang's neck loosened slightly, finally allowing Qing Beihuang to take a deep gasp of air.

As the familiar scent enveloped her, Lan Mei instantly dropped the dagger she was holding, tightly hugging Beiming Shu and greedily breathing in the fragrance of her body.

Tang Wanzhuang's eyes lacked color, gazing somewhat hollowly at the inkstone, much like watching the wind and rain over Jiangnan at this moment—knowing full well where they came from, yet unable to do a thing.

The spiritual materials for the Yellow-Tooth Elixir were hard to find, but Wan Yu had refined quite a large batch of medicinal ingredients for practice over the past few months. Leaving them at home to go to waste would be a pity, so he might as well use them to hone his skills.

Su Wanting did not dwell on the matter further. Instead, she picked up her phone, logged into her social media account, and drafted a post using her official verified profile before publishing it.

The temperature of the surrounding air plummeted abruptly, causing the legs of the Blood Refining Sect disciples standing before Xue Ya to tremble incessantly.

Forget it, better not ask. Who knows what kind of things that scoundrel would use to clean up afterward if you did.

This movement came so naturally and casually. Su Wanting didn't react at first, but a few seconds later, when she wanted to resist, she caught sight of a nearby camera moving in closer out of the corner of her eye.

"You found me in the middle of the night, told me at first glance that you fell deeply in love with me, and then we lingered in each other's arms the entire night," Gu Changge caressed Dugu Yan's beautiful cheek, his eyes overflowing with deep affection for his beloved.

He glared fiercely at Oscar, thinking to himself, *If I can't discipline Gu Changge, surely I can't even handle you? Just wait for me.*

There were no teleportation formations in this world, and traversing the vast continent required relying on flight. Even with Han Yun's True Immortal realm speed, flying at full capacity without the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, he still had to fly all the way until evening before reaching the Qu family at Qinghua Pool marked on the map.

The Battle of Immortal Fall buried too much; ninety-nine percent of immortals perished in that conflict. But an immortal was still an immortal after all—neither heaven and earth would restrict his physical body, nor would the netherworld seize his immortal soul. Even if he was obliterated, as long as a single shred of a trace remained, after endless ages, he would eventually return.

Look at him now—it was utterly impossible for him to accept a marriage bestowed by the Emperor, and he spent all day and night with her, showing no signs of straying.