Volume One, Chapter 118: Feng Yizhou Anxiously Returns Home

The next morning, Li Ruochu woke up to find dark circles shadowing her eyes. She touched her forehead and felt a faint warmth. She had been unable to sleep the night before and had gone out onto the balcony for some air, but now it seemed she had caught a cold.

Dragging her heavy steps, Li Ruochu entered the bathroom, intending to splash cold water on her face to wake herself up. When Nan Zhiyu opened the door and saw her worn, haggard appearance, shock spread across her face. "Feng Yizhou has only been gone a few days, and you’re already suffering from insomnia?"

Li Ruochu accepted the breakfast Nan Zhiyu had brought with a faint smile. "No, I just didn’t rest well," she replied lightly, not wanting to cause worry.

Nan Zhiyu, however, was not so easily reassured…

In ordinary training grounds, tasks involving the multicolored primordial qi were unheard of; even the appearance of tri-colored or higher-grade primordial qi was exceedingly rare. In the next moment, Ye Feng swallowed the dragon fruit without hesitation, then settled cross-legged as his internal mana began to circulate slowly.

Song Tianji exchanged polite words, inviting them to sit on the sofa for some casual conversation. Afterwards, Father Bai paid the remaining fees without objection. After all the effort Song Tianji had invested, he wouldn’t have intervened if the wealthy family hadn’t offered a few million.

Perhaps only at the moment you look up and witness him peeling off his human skin to reveal a monstrous visage would you truly understand.

At this moment, the Demon Blade warrior finally recovered from the emotional upheaval and the crushing blow he had just endured.

Flower Haoran immediately urged everyone to charge forward, leaving Lin Tian and He Shang no room to maneuver.

“This… I don’t know what’s happening. Even if the tea you drank had some effect, it couldn’t be this obvious. It’s really strange!” He Hanluo said, equally shocked.

The Sword God, who had been stepping on Wu Tian’s clone, suddenly changed expression and without hesitation dashed toward Luo Yongqiang.

“It’s those insect men again. One of them bit her leg when they came in, and now she can’t walk,” the elf who had just been communicating with Song Tianji at the cave entrance gritted his teeth and said through clenched teeth.

If it had been before, fighting wouldn’t have been an issue, but now that they had attained godhood, the heavenly laws imposed strict restrictions on them.

After being recruited by Yan Da Tou, these two were highly valued and taken to the provincial capital to handle some unsavory affairs.

“Not necessarily. We can break through this light shield,” Chen Feng’s sensing technique suddenly gave him this impression.

Wei Jiu gave Pei Yu a subtle approving gesture. Pei Yu took a deep breath, smiled, and spoke again.

For Bai Yuling, if it weren’t for the time loop limiting her to just a few decades, she would have chosen the first option without hesitation. As for Lanhai, given her personality, her choice was obvious.

What he could manage was only to help them handle units above 0.001 millimeters; beyond that, even Ling Zhou Tian was powerless.

Zheng Ming’s father, a seasoned businessman, immediately recognized an opportunity. If the other party could reach even a big boss like Shen Yuming, then helping the Zheng family through this crisis would be effortless.

“Follow me!” Zhao Xiang flashed a broad smile at Xiao Xuan and Li Yuting. For some reason, Xiao Xuan, who had been ready to resist, suddenly felt a chill and obediently followed behind Zhao Xiang upstairs.

Ling’er softly chanted, “Named after the phoenix? A firebird? According to the ancient clan’s records, there’s no such thing as a fire phoenix spirit.”

A fierce glint flashed in the Fire Python’s eyes; the battle intent of wind and snow on Chen Feng’s war blade silently intensified by another three degrees.

But suddenly, the road ahead was blocked. Mother grew anxious as she sat in the car, bored and veiled. She lifted a narrow slit to peek outside.

Seeing the Divine Healer Li shaking his head regretfully, Liu Ziyue felt a warmth in her heart. She knew the tea he brewed was for her. She inquired about Long Zhan’s condition. Like the Xian Wang Mansion’s physician, Divine Healer Li spoke half in riddles, half in silence. When pressed, he could only shake his head and sigh.

The Crown Prince’s residence was always vigilant. Upon hearing the rapid hoofbeats, Chief Steward Lao Chen personally opened the gate, squinting at the five lightning-fast figures in the distance.

A single lie often requires countless others to cover it up. The princess was clever and perceptive; regarding the prince’s affairs, she always felt the princess knew more than she let on.

The exorcists in the audience were stunned. They knew that corpse energy was extremely yin and cold. Ordinary flames could not ignite it; even the most potent yang flames could only slowly erode it.

“You? What can you possibly do? Don’t forget that Li Yu has that old man protecting her…” Li Chu sneered, his eyes dark as a black hole, cold and penetrating.

Chu Yunyi stepped into the palace hall, his demeanor unchanged as he took his place, waiting for Emperor Yongxian.

Upon hearing about the drug production, Jun Qian’s mind raced. When Li Ji was taken to that cave, Wenren Jun had discovered a large stash of narcotics there, even a drug manufacturing workshop.

Thinking back to Murong Ruo’s claim that she was attracted by his appearance, it was inevitable that seeing Xia Shuang would not inspire love at first sight.

Emperor Taiji was unwilling to see a repeat of last year when Li Zixiao crossed the sea and led troops to the gates of Shengjing.

Even the God Kings struggled to hold back such power. If it leaked, how many of the senior leaders of the major sects watching would survive unscathed?

“Tch, what’s so great about that place? It’s a backwater!” Nezha sneered, clearly still resentful of Erlang Shen’s earlier reprimand.

The two soldiers nearby immediately lifted the burlap covering five large carts after hearing Lu Yuan’s words.

“They still came here. But why couldn’t they use the front door? Why break in through the window?” Wang Feng muttered.

Apparently, the so-called date was merely an illicit liaison. Despite the wedding being scheduled for the eighth of next month, Luo Feng was already so impatient?

The blood witch cursed silently while struggling to control the trembling escape light, flying northward.

Zhuang Zhen could tell that He Jingxuan had been deep in thought, though unwilling to share his worries.

The mansion’s exterior resembled that of an ordinary farmhouse, but inside it was spacious and luxuriously decorated. Precious wool carpets, rosewood furniture, famous paintings adorning the walls, exquisite European-imported chandeliers, and genuine leather sofas—all emanated an aura of utmost opulence.