Volume One, Chapter 28: The Rebellious Daughter

“Half a day? A whole day?”

With both blade and sword drawn, Qiu Huang felt a twinge of alarm. The Qiu family possessed a renowned sword manual, proclaimed as the world’s most formidable sword technique—once counted among the Seven Swords of the world alongside the Netherworld Sword. This alone attested to its peerless mastery.

“Feng Guang, you don’t want to, do you? Why not? Aren’t we good friends now?” Jin Guoguo’s eyes brimmed with a mist of tears, and then she pulled out a knife.

“Everything is progressing smoothly. If nothing goes awry, your little sister will be able to greet you herself in ten months,” Gu Chen said with utmost confidence.

The next moment, the hair around Jiang Qicai’s neck tightened inexorably. It looked as if Qianmian would soon strangle Jiang Qicai to death.

What kind of mage was this? Was it absolute confidence in his own strength? He relied on nothing—no equipment, no weapons—only his own abilities, setting himself apart from ordinary mortals.

“Your Majesty is right,” Gu Yan replied with a slight bow of her head. She spoke as though making a jest, so he treated it as nothing more than a passing joke.

After a hearty meal and drinks, beneath tranquil starlight, I wove a great hammock from green vines, making it my resting place for the night.

At this moment, the cavalry’s formation hampered their desperate flight. Even without the mages’ warnings, they could feel the surging elemental energy behind them. Dodging magical attacks was hardly cowardice, but horses could never be as nimble as men on foot. Hemmed in by the narrow valley, panic seized them.

“Itou-san, you’re here…” Feng Changtaro scratched his head and grinned sheepishly, while the others nodded in greeting to Chinna.

From dire peril comes survival. The four infant demonic mirages gathered together would certainly cause a tremendous transformation—an essential turning point.

A knock sounded at the door. Kong Xiang, who had been sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, felt a tremor within and slowly opened his eyes. It was likely Chen Langya.

By now, a subtle hunger had begun to stir in her belly, and only then did Chu Xiu recall she had missed her midday meal. Since Danxin had been scalded, she no longer had a devoted attendant for her daily needs and often became so busy she forgot to eat altogether.

“What are you all writing?” Leng Ruobing approached with a trace of curiosity on her face.

With the lessons of the past so vivid in his mind, how could he allow his children to repeat the fate of their forebears?

In an instant, the warm tenderness from before was replaced by anxious dread. Chu Xiu’s heart sank, and recalling the blood she had coughed up that morning, she was overtaken by the sense that her days were numbered.

For a moment, no one thought to give chase. They simply raised their heads, watching that spherical object vanish before their eyes.

Upon hearing this, Tian Sheng was taken aback. Five years ago, he had never met Kong Nu, and so knew nothing of his temperament—nor that Kong Nu was one of the Ten Absolutes, famed alongside his own senior brother.

“Well then, Master, allow me to see you off,” Zhuge Yancheng said, leading me and Han Menglu out of the company.

“Our relationship is purely as classmates. She owns a pharmaceutical company and has come to Qin Village mainly to discuss the development of the Black Gold Restorative Balm with my grandfather,” Qin Feng said coolly.

Liu Yunqing smiled slightly. The man before her was seven feet tall, remarkably robust, and his splendid attire hinted at noble birth. His handsome features radiated a certain rugged determination.

With a faint smile at the Eighteen Blood Hawks, Tang Xiao turned to gaze at Shangguan Long and Zhao Ming, who lay sprawled on the ground behind him.