Chapter 61 Intercession

The three young maids trembled violently, hurriedly grabbing their three chopsticks and lifting their bowls to shovel the rice into their mouths with great effort.

Nanyan quietly tugged at Ah Chun's sleeve under the table, but Ah Chun patted the back of her hand in return, signaling her to set her mind at ease.

Helpless, Nanyan could only let out a soft sigh.

Compared to the first four maids, they were already much better off.

Ah Chun suddenly asked again, "Why are you eating so slowly? Didn't the three young ladies always love using three chopsticks?"

However, Shen Bu'er had stated that to modify the Demonic Blade, one must possess the qualifications of a God-tier Spirit Artisan.

A remark should be brought to a halt at the most opportune moment. Having made her meaning clear, Chen Yi said no more.

Ever since Wang Xingxin arrived at their village, a series of events had left him feeling somewhat bewildered and confused. They had been living peaceful lives quite nicely, so why was it that ever since the new fellow arrived—even though life seemed to get a bit better with each passing day—it was far from peaceful? Even his only son had been conscripted into the garrison troops.

A best man was also indispensable. Just as Chen Yi was fretting over the choice of a best man, that fellow Wang Bo came over and volunteered himself. Chen Yi naturally agreed, and upon seeing Wang Bo, he felt that no one else was more suitable than this guy to serve as the best man!

After beating Li Hu until he could no longer stand up, the bald, burly man walked over to Duanmu Rong, sizing her up from top to bottom, finding her more pleasing to the eye the longer he looked.

Atop the gigantic architecture rested a massive vessel, silver in its entirety and constructed of metal, possessing a very futuristic appearance. Beside the great ship, a furious middle-aged man spat a non-stop stream of saliva as he ranted.

Seeing his Blood Deity Seal destroyed by the suddenly erupting, astonishing sword qi, the red-haired youth seemed to recognize something, a look of profound solemnity appearing in his eyes for the very first time.

Yang Xiong and Shi Xiu were both fighting Ting Yu, and it seemed evenly matched, but now that Zhu Hu had arrived, Yang Xiong went to intercept and battle him. The three groups of forces merged into a chaotic mass; the battlefield was filled with a murderous aura, and the dust from the ground was kicked up, shrouding the arena like a thick fog. Fighting amidst the dust, the men and horses blurred into indistinct shapes.

Chong Chou said nothing, nor did Lu Shu. The cave was silent without a sound. It seemed everyone had fallen asleep; why not take advantage of the quiet, moonlit night to search around?

Reluctant as he was to admit it, what Luo Cheng said was the truth. During this period, various factions had begun internal security checks and shockingly discovered that demonic spies had infiltrated nearly every faction. Even individuals in high and powerful positions had been blackmailed, tempted, or coerced into defecting. The situation was far more severe than anyone had imagined.

It was a desolate region, featuring only a range of undulating mountains that looked utterly barren and godforsaken.

"Although there is a slight deficiency in intelligence, it should barely be sufficient," Spread said with a somewhat dissatisfied nod.

Although Huang Zhengchang stopped cursing after being scolded by Ding Buliang, resentment still simmered in his heart, and he wished he could kill Qin Chengguan—who had always looked down upon him—tomorrow to vent his hatred.

That night, the scene of Meng Jianxi carrying her on his back through the plum blossom forest flashed before her eyes once again.

Without giving any room for argument, Ning Lian pulled the Myriad Silk Ribbon from the maid's sleeve and took the initiative to launch an attack on Yue Meng.

"However, it has indeed reached the minimum reserve line for fuel," Voyager stated solemnly.

With a dark expression, Li Hongming could say nothing. Demoted to a commoner without a peerage, addressing him as a prince was already a display of courtesy under normal circumstances. The status of an imperial prince was far more noble than that of a commoner; it was merely that Emperor Lecheng had not issued an imperial decree to strike his name from the imperial lineage.

Considering their past care for the original owner, she was willing to do her utmost to ensure they had a secure place to live, a good destination, and could live out their days in peace until old age.

The moment Ah Tao heard the words "green eyes," half of her anger instantly dissipated. She cast a aloof, sidelong glance at him and nodded.

To prevent the beings of the Three Realms from becoming invincible and disdaining to leave the Three Realms, the cultivation techniques Ling Yun placed within the Qianyuan Immortal Palace were all simplified versions. The truly complete versions were stored across several alternate universes within the Divine Realm.