Volume One, Chapter 22: Let the Princess Do It for Me

“Physician Zhang, the prince’s condition was complicated. I resorted to a folk remedy in a moment of desperation,” Lin Wantai replied calmly, discreetly tucking away the syringe. “Now that the prince’s health has improved, further observation is still required.”

She understood that over-explaining would only invite more suspicion. Sometimes, retreating was the best way to advance.

Physician Zhang was about to ask more, but Qiushuang interrupted him, “It’s enough that the prince is awake. The rest can wait. Someone, help the prince lie down and rest.”

Three days later, Fan Zhao arrived in Hangzhou and entrusted Monk Qiu Chuan to Abbot Huiming of the Baoguo Temple. Assuming the alias Xu Shijin, Fan Zhao checked into an inn with Qiu’er. After two days of leisure in the city, they set out to tour the scenic sites around West Lake.

What was even more absurd was that, years ago, the open ground beside the Gongyuan Bridge had already been auctioned off to a real estate company, and plans for residential construction were well underway. Yet, due to the intervention of city planners, all preparations came to a standstill; the housing project could not proceed.

Hearing this, Ye Lan could no longer suppress her curiosity and hurriedly pressed Lin Yin for more details.

The UFC staff, noticing Huo Ge Ri’s actions, grew anxious as well. They had contacted Meng Cha earlier, who promised to be down momentarily, but another ten minutes had passed. Even if he had just pulled up his pants, he should have shown up by now.

Grandma Li, anxious yet excited, accepted the five hundred thousand. The most astonishing part was that the benefactor had come to her door, insisting she take the money.

Bai Fengchen narrowed his eyes at Lang Yu, unconsciously stroking his beard. The Lu family has produced a prodigy—can this game truly be salvaged?

Hua had guessed correctly, but not entirely. Glancing around the cavern, he saw there was nothing else of interest and turned back. Meanwhile, on the platform, the spirit-bearers gathered around the jade box, each observing it differently. The demonic flower, now inside the box, instantly ceased withering and slowly began to revive.

Li Muye fought with all his might against the massive creature underwater, the fishing line stretched taut, buzzing under the strain.

The ghost wailed miserably, as if life itself was torture. Lin Yin could sense that the spirit had suffered severe damage; with the combined strength of the three of them, it might just be possible to eliminate it.

He Liu Hun laughed, “Wildness is hard to tame, and wildness is hard to find.” He meant that such horses were like those from the wild—untamable, yet endowed with vital survival instincts and rare to encounter.

The mysterious shadow, sensing it was no match for Han Ling, retreated, slipping away like a stream of darkness.

When Gu Youran left the Divine Palace, he hadn’t sensed a familiar aura on her. Yet, after he and the eldest young master Leng Youhan came to her aid, he noticed she had changed.

“A false Immortal Body?” Sun Fengzhao pointed at the revolting last segment of the earth-dragon’s corpse, having just heard another unfamiliar term.

“That’s right, it’s us!” The newcomers were none other than Tian Han, Tian Shuang, Tian Hong, Tian Li, and Tian Yi from the Ice Valley.

There was no time for her to hesitate further—the group, united in purpose, surrounded her, half-guiding, half-pushing her toward the edge of the rift.

The Divine Spirit Tree and the Ancestor, though once again convinced and awed by such power, still felt it was a display—a show of force, to be honest.

“You’re welcome. If you wish to stay in this city, I’ll have Miaozi look after you. If you’d prefer to leave, you’re free to go; the devastated lands outside have been restored and won’t hinder your departure,” Naruto said.

In contrast, Linda and the taciturn, amnesiac primitive man had already sidestepped those strange, ominous glances with casual ease in the midst of their conversation. Clearly, my own cultivation still falls far short of theirs.