Volume One, Chapter 45: Or You'll Get Drunk Again

In an instant, the sudden reversal and defeat, coupled with the starkly different treatment from before, left him stunned. Yet what truly wounded him was the angel’s disdain.

Feng Song’s remark, “Such a big boy,” shattered much of Lin Fengling’s gentleness. That broken tenderness then transformed into a strange excitement.

Heh! To see one’s own heart clearly and understand one’s direction—that path ahead, young lady, you may boldly proceed without hesitation.

“Really? I must go see for myself.” The county magistrate insisted on visiting; without witnessing it firsthand, he feared he could not rest easy.

Zuo Yuhan’s face blossomed with a smile she had never worn before, and she asked her stunned classmates.

Since becoming immortal could grant her a longer life, she was willing to embrace it, no matter how arduous or bitter the journey ahead.

At that moment, though he smiled, his face was far from gentle; instead, it bore a greater solemnity. He resembled a sharp-eyed hawk, his words piercing directly to the heart.

In truth, whenever they gathered to study or listen to broadcasts, especially when learning foreign languages, they couldn’t help but feel anxious and nervous.

When Lin Yongming saw his aged parents, tears silently streamed down his face uncontrollably.

As for wages and allowances, Yun’s father and mother were truly indifferent to fame and fortune. Their family lacked no money; all they desired was to dedicate themselves wholly to the medical cause.

Some things, no matter how much he explained, they would never believe. Wu Hua didn’t bother to clarify. Even if he told them the truth—that this painting in his hand would sell for over a million after a decade—they would surely think he was mad.

The Fifth Prince ceased his tantrum, and the Eighth Prince was able to speak normally again. He had wanted to cling to the Grand Emperor’s leg and weep bitterly, but the Fifth Prince beat him to it. Resigned, he knelt in regret at the Grand Emperor’s feet.

If he absorbed An Lushan’s fiendish aura into himself... it would be the simplest way to destroy the enemy.

Cai Xiaoling watched Xiaole and Zilin’s departing figures, collapsing despondently into the seat Xiaole had just vacated. She was unwilling—truly unwilling to accept this.

Perhaps, in the future, she would fall deeply in love with this somewhat childish side of him before her.

The internal energy of the Taiji Sect, like their swordsmanship, was absolutely not something he could confront head-on.

The massive corpse of the great serpent still lay sprawled within the cave. Li Jinglong led the others deep inside to explore, while Hong Jun and Lu Xu studied the slain beast.

“I am fine, retreat.” Waving off the suspicious figures at the entrance, this group left even more puzzled.

The challenge lay in not confronting it directly. Her fourth aunt had offered a strategy—to imitate Min Ziqian by doing nothing herself, letting those capable of judging the Zheng family’s evil deeds recognize them and bring justice.

This Samadhi True Fire was meant especially to combat demons and heretics, and this fortress-like defense was built for the same purpose—but no one expected things to unfold like this.

“So you mean Lu Xia and the impending catastrophe are connected, and this will affect humanity’s fate?” Yan Yuan was utterly shocked.

Such a desperate struggle with the beasts had lasted nearly two months. She had fought every one of the strange creatures but was almost always defeated. Yet a strong conviction kept her from ever giving up.

Next to her, Zuluotian and Meng Hexuan never anticipated that Meng Shengli would ask such a question.

He never imagined that Xiao Qinglin could infiltrate the Prince of Ning’s mansion so smoothly, and even more so, that he could so easily kidnap Mu Qingge as a hostage to threaten him.

“Shh, this is a shrine. Normally, one must burn incense, bathe, and calm the mind. Even if conditions don’t permit now, can you at least behave respectfully?” Chun Jian opened her eyes, somewhat irritated.

Fortunately, Lu Jinyu didn’t dwell on it much. Mainly, she feared receiving a positive answer—and then not knowing how to respond! Although she was experienced at rejecting others, faced with the charming Feng Chenghong, she couldn’t guarantee immunity.

Li Shenxing gave a slight nod to that person before entering the “Blossoms and Full Moon” private room.

Though the city was full of ordinary mortals without cultivation, if he could control the power in Xuansi City, his authority within the Xuantian Sect would rise accordingly.

At that moment, number three moved swiftly, strong arms reaching behind Bai Zhe, grabbing a corner of his name tag.

Previously, the incident on Sitang Mountain involving Li Xiao implicated the Second Prince, exposing his ambition for the throne.

“All right, bring it in. I have work to do; you better come help me.” Fang Ziyun said.

Ji Kang sighed inwardly, thinking that perhaps Ji Ling’er had suffered too many hardships outside these years, so she had tried to speak kindly where she could.

“Father already knows you are coming and has been waiting at home. Follow me.” With that, he led the way.

The temperament of the Northern Border was relatively good—among the Four Heavenly Kings of the Dragon Soul, he was the most reasonable.

Hearing Zhao Feng’s words, and then Guan Suo’s reply, Hu Shi and Guan Yu were stunned—this Guan Suo was actually Tang Ji’s child! Then his father must be King Hongnong Liu Bian?

Within less than a minute, he felt a violent reaction—his stomach painfully bloated. Jiang Hongbo tried to endure but had overestimated his own willpower.

Though the Firebird was neither Golden Crow nor Azure Luan, its origins were extraordinary. Its noble bloodline traced back to the phoenix, king of all birds. Though only a fifth-rank magical beast, when it fought with all its might, even sixth-rank spiritual beasts would fear it.

“Wife, I love you too.” Lu Yunfei said, then immediately hugged Duan Yutong and kissed her cheek.