Volume One, Chapter Twelve: Collaboration Among Three Families

“Let’s go, let’s rescue them first,” Zhang Tian said, preparing to move closer to the outskirts of the city. He had nothing more to say to the Imperial Advisor.

“Hu Minyuan, you are doomed. If the Black Nether Worms cannot kill you, I will pierce your heart with this dagger.” Miao Yixing hid the dagger and rushed forward.

At Zhang Tian’s command, nine massive swords transformed into nine streaks of light, flying straight toward the human spellcaster who was wielding forbidden magic.

The moment he grasped his blade, a vast, oceanic intent merged with the murderous aura of the slaughterer’s knife. The surging crimson radiance spread across the sky, tearing through the heavens, and to all onlookers it seemed as if two gates had opened in the highest firmament.

There was nothing to be done about it; when his father and the others had all been captured, too many people had already seen their real faces. Even Jiang Renguo could not manipulate this matter.

For priests, the set consisted of five items: magical hat, robe, shoes, wristguards, and a cloak. For melee fighters, the robe would be replaced by armor and trousers. The Crimson Oblivion set had already produced three pieces, with the wristguards and cloak yet to be found.

“It’s nothing,” Du Yuesheng replied with a cheeky grin. “Just a scratch.” Yet the wound, only recently free of swelling, was tightly wrapped by Mr. Sun with bandages—hardly just a scratch.

The creditors exchanged glances. They’d seen Yuan Haipeng before. When they came to collect debts from Du Yuesheng, Yuan Haipeng was merely one of Du’s subordinates. At that time, their focus was solely on Du Yuesheng; they had never bothered to ask Yuan Haipeng’s name.

So it turned out that Thousand-Day Wake was a type of wine, crafted by Li Qinglian just like Sword Immortal’s Drunkenness. There were a thousand vessels of it, each rumored to have its own unique flavor. Though Li Qinglian wrote, “One must drink three hundred cups at a sitting.”

“Where are you going?” Huahua asked immediately upon seeing her cousin wanting to leave alone with Qin Zhao.

Huangfu Jingrou’s mind was filled with confused images, and she could sense her overwhelming fury, but when she tried to recall the cause, her mind was blank—she remembered nothing.

How Beiming Changfeng managed to send the fake Qin Ziyuan away, while making the people of Prince Lingnan believe they had the real Qin Ziyuan, was a question Ziyu didn’t even bother to consider. If Beiming Changfeng couldn’t handle such a task, he had no business being the heir—he’d be better off returning home to farm.

Huangfu Jingrou had dealt with two disgusting old men, and the lingering taste of those men haunted her memories of last night’s beautiful scene—she was nearly driven mad.

It wasn’t because Linghu Tianhai had left the door open for Xiao Yumiao, but rather because their rooms were a connected suite, with one to the left and one to the right.

Qi Beibei, Qi Cancan, Qi Qi, and four-year-old Qi Lin all knelt before the elderly lady, calling her grandmother. Qi Qi didn’t see much value in the jade pendant, but the gift of an elder must not be refused, so he pretended to be delighted and accepted it.

Ji Yao wanted to refuse, but her stomach betrayed her with a loud rumble, forcing her to swallow her saliva helplessly.

Mu Yun barely reacted, not even understanding what Xishuang meant. But Mo Yuchen instantly grasped her intent, immediately seized Xishuang’s arm, pulled her in front of him, and pressed the Devouring Moon Immortal Sword against her throat.

Ling Linlin finally made up her mind, placing the bottle of medicine in his palm before tossing her head and walking away.

A slight rustling came from the bed; he knew she was awake, but he lacked the courage to look at her again. Hoarsely, he asked, “Why does my beloved not continue sleeping?” He laughed at himself—the title ‘beloved’ was indeed hers, by law and by fact.

Feng Wu was annoyed, but helpless. She could not win a fight, nor could she silence them with scolding. No matter how fiercely she berated them, they were unfazed. When she tired herself out, they would even ask with concern if she was thirsty, infuriating her all the more.

Hearing this, the students of the Dragon Academy all cast strange looks at Long Qingchen. Indeed, when quelling the rebellion of the three Dragon Emperors and cleansing the Blood Moon Clan, Long Qingchen had relied on the Ancestor Dragon Scale, rarely using his true power. Only once, several months ago, did he defeat Long Kongjue and Long Kongmen with his own strength.

“Demon Dragon.” Qi Xuanyi did not pause; he possessed so much power to resist demonic forces that he feared nothing of this meager demonic energy.

She wanted to retrieve it, for Rong Shaojin was weak now—he might push her hand away once, but not every time. If she persisted, eventually he would fail.

Long Jin Xuanya’s jade hand summoned golden dragon power, manifesting as a gigantic golden dragon claw—the most fundamental combat technique of the dragon clan: the Claw Probe.

The shadow guards frowned at the farcical scene, then heard Qinglian say softly, “It’s up to you to decide who speaks truth and who speaks lies; I need not judge.” With that, she tossed a dagger onto the ground.

Qingxue turned to them, her face full of displeasure. “If you want to argue, go outside. Qingying is still resting.” Then she sat, worry filling her gaze.

She placed the Nether Spring in Huangfu Rou’s hand. “I’ll take you out now, but you must bring me to see your master.” The old man smiled broadly at Huangfu Rou.

Li Yuanhao ignored her, pushing her aside and ordering her locked in the room. She pounded on the doors and windows, but no one answered. She cried out, but no one could help her.

Zhao Wanwan went to find Li Yuanhao, telling him about Zhao Siyin’s illness. Li Yuanhao was busy comforting Meizang Heiyun, who was devastated after losing Xiao Duoluo.

The Ice Stone coffin had long since vanished, leaving only scattered crystalline shards. You Rou had disappeared without a trace.

This created a rather comical scene: the top of the dam was occupied by hidden Eighth Route Army soldiers, below were Xu Sen’s cavalry company, and between them, several bonfires burned as Li Dazhong and Ma Shang prepared to compete in martial arts.