Volume 1, Chapter 41: Mere Heavenly Dao

It appeared as though he had not harmed Fei Yunhan and Fei Mo, but in reality, his actions were far more cruel and ruthless than direct physical violence.

Night deepened, and naturally, Mother Ling and Mother Pei stayed over. Ling Muchen arranged their respective rooms before returning to the master bedroom.

Fei Tianqi immediately opened his mouth and let out a garbled cry toward Davina; his condition remained exactly the same as before.

Luo Yunxi offered a malicious smile and stowed everything from Xie Li’s hands into her own storage space.

That night, a torrential rain lashed against the floor, scattering droplets of water, while the wind whipped the branches and leaves into a frantic dance, emitting a desolate whistling sound.

After both groups had retreated, Jun Qi realized he was alone. He turned and walked toward the gateway between the human realm and the demon realm.

Perhaps recalling the sensations of the past, Xia Mingshu paused, the loneliness in his tone sounding heart-wrenching.

Chu Xuning thought to himself, then threw back the covers and got out of bed. The breakfast he had yet to touch remained sitting on the table.

"The Grand Preceptor colluded with the Dark Demon clan and opened the passage between the Canglan Continent and their realm. After all, there are few in the entire continent with such capability; it is only logical that it would be the Grand Preceptor!" Huang Wuye declared.

Li Ling possessed great martial arts skills, and she was usually able to avoid filth while slaying zombies. But this time, she was simply too exhausted; by the end, she only remembered to kill, too tired to bother avoiding the bloody splatter.

"I suspect it’s the people from the third branch! Otherwise, why would the Third Madam send Lady Yang away at such a time? Her motives are clear without even having to think," Lady Zhao remarked from the side, growing more convinced of her own theory.

He suddenly felt his connection to the puppet sever. He didn't need to ponder to know that the puppet had undoubtedly been destroyed by Pojun.

Around the campfire and beside the tents, the atmosphere in the group had grown much warmer. After all, the first day had gone smoothly, the first mission was completed, and the journey had been free of accidents.

The standoff between the two sides yielded no results, but that very night, another bizarre incident occurred: two more government runners drowned. Witnesses claimed they had seen the men jump into the water to commit suicide of their own volition.

***

Yang Mo felt she had slept exceptionally well. She woke at the hour of the rabbit, ate, and headed to the pharmacy. She thought she had arrived early enough, as the shops on the street were just opening, but to her surprise, Wei Mao, Qin Chong, Xiao Quan, and Zhang Ge were already waiting for her at the entrance.

Outside the palace, there were the Emperor's spies, and naturally, within the palace, there was no shortage of eyes for those outside. The most common informants were concubines and consorts who could pass messages back to their families.

Watching his back, I noticed he loathed his cane—or perhaps he loathed his own frailty. His gait was stiff, as if he desperately wished to throw the crutch away.

"Rebel army?" the pavilion chief repeated, trembling, beads of sweat the size of peas rolling down his cheeks.

"Don't be afraid, Qingqi, let me massage your feet first." As he spoke, he took her beautiful foot in his left hand and gently rubbed her ankle with his right. He felt an electric current surge from that jade-like foot into his body, leaving Han Feng feeling restless with desire.

It was only when a gust of wind blew a fallen leaf before his eyes that he suddenly came to his senses and offered a slight, sunny smile before stepping inside.

Wei Feng felt bitter inside. He had been curious enough to invite Luo Hui'an over, but who knew Tong Chuxue would take it upon herself to order so many expensive dishes? This meal was far too extravagant.

Han Feng calculated that there were more than thirty days until his and Su Qingqi's wedding anniversary. Two weeks would not cause any trouble, and he intended to gift this mansion to his beloved wife on that anniversary.

Subsequently, the Blood General spread his enormous wings; with a single "Divine Wind Sky Soar," his figure rose continuously into the sky.

Song Chuchu did not look as disheveled as the version Song Tao had shown in the video; she appeared even more charming and mature than before.

"Mom, you're finally out. You have no idea how much I've suffered while you were gone," Song Chuchu sobbed.

"Really?" Xiaolan slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt. Cheng Tao was caught off guard, his head nearly hitting the windshield.

"Aren't you going to take a bath?" Fang Tang asked, holding her undergarments, preparing to head to the bathroom.

She had only seen Gu Tinghan from afar a few times and thought he was very handsome. Furthermore, she admired how clean and decisive he was when handling work.

***

"Damn you, I’ve finally caught you. I’m going to skin you alive!" The one-eyed man sneered, brandishing a single-edged sword as he walked toward Liu Er.

Many people attended the banquet today, all of them dressed in suits and leather shoes, Liu Badao included.

"No, not at all. This is a principle of fair trade. If you wish to pry into the secrets of this universe, you must pay the price. I believe this is a universal law throughout the cosmos," the Guardian continued patiently.

Pingliang was not a large city, but due to constant reinforcement and the use of the mountain terrain, it was absolutely the most solid fortress in Shaanxi. Thirty thousand Pingliang cavalry were stationed here, and Wang Fuchen’s Governor’s Mansion received guests in endless waves. The first to arrive were the envoys of Gansu Governor Zhang Yong.

Peacock took the Qianlong imperial porcelain vase that Ye Wudao had used to "bribe" her and walked out of the office, slamming the door shut. Her cold, mournful violet eyes were even more moving as she sat on the floor, muttering to herself, and smashed the million-dollar vase into pieces.

The sheer number—over thirty thousand pieces—completely terrified Li Delan. She found a chest and placed all the money at the bottom, but just as she closed it, she felt a sense of insecurity. Turning back, she fished out a lock and locked the chest again.

Lin Tao turned and nodded at Fan Pu. The two exchanged encouraging glances before both crouched down.

Tokugawa Tsunayoshi didn't say a word; he had to regain the face he had lost that day. He donned his outer armor and hurriedly left his tent.

"Enough, Ma Bi, I know they are formidable. You don't need to emphasize it in front of me, but I simply do not believe such people exist in this world," De Yi said fiercely.

"Continue..." Emperor Tianzhen immediately detected something amiss and opened his eyes. Yet, upon looking, he saw only those familiar, smiling eyes he liked so much.

Seeing them looking so affectionate, Ling Dongwu grew even more playful. "I originally wanted to bring Sister Shui here to reminisce with you, but as you can see, the restaurant has been booked by others. Let's make an appointment for another day!" With that, she made a show of pulling Shui Youyou away.