Volume One, Chapter Nine: Shen Yubai Has Been Blocked

Two spiritual techniques surged forward simultaneously, two invisible gusts of force swirling around them like a tempest, creating a fierce sonic boom as they ripped through the air. She knew this well, and pointed it out at this moment, taking care to satisfy the preferences of Grandmother Jia, Aunt Xue, and others, while also considering the aspirations of the younger generation.

Others hesitated to speak to her since she was Jia Baoyu’s nurse, but Qingwen was not someone easy to get along with. As she played cards, she coldly mocked her with biting words.

Yet such matters were subject to strict regulations, and she could not bend the rules for Yuan Hu; nor did they share the kind of friendship that would warrant such favor.

“We did not move a single soldier during Eagle Nation's civil strife, yet they sacrificed our princess. Is this what they call justice?” The hawkish faction was furious.

“Now is the time. Once rumors spread about the prince’s impure bloodline, we can seize the moment to strike,” said Eagle Wind, as if envisioning himself seated on the throne.

“If the sect leader sent you to support me, why didn’t you appear sooner? Do you know how many dangers I faced along the way?” Old Zhao asked.

Rong’er deliberately stressed the words “your subordinates,” intending to draw the commander’s attention to these false guards.

Ke Zhenhao spoke with indignation, hands thrust into his pockets, his face stern, his gaze sharp as a sword fixed on Mutianyu.

“Though it’s pleasant under the shade of a great tree, the tree attracts the wind. Lady Wang Zhaoyi, don’t let yourself be swept away by the wind that comes with sheltering under the tree,” Li Xin cast a sidelong glance at Wang Zhaoyi, warning her not to let Lady Xiao Shufei take advantage of her.

“To have met Your Grace is the fortune of three lifetimes!” Ming Dong’s face brimmed with gratitude, her eyes already moist.

In Emperor Longcheng’s sleeping quarters, there was a locked room at the back. Ande Bao took the key, unlocked the door, and carried a candlestick inside.

In the northern forests of the capital, Fang Ao followed behind Mu Zixuan, advancing step by step according to his directions.

Liu Jin was a eunuch, having cared for Zhu Houzhao for so long—always treating the pampered crown prince as a child. But in Li Li’s heart, Zhu Houzhao ought to be more than just a child.

The old lady could only sigh. Many people were beyond her control now, and the Hua family was in dire straits.

Lin Bin laughed, “That’s fine! I’ll trust you this once!” No sooner had he spoken than he leapt forward.

“Choose a new name for yourself, something you like!” Li Xin never renamed her palace attendants; most kept their original names.

With the eldest girl’s command, her subordinates sprang into action. In no time, they found the bracelet she wanted, proof of how strictly she trained her maids—one misstep, and punishment might follow.

The Carved Beam Woodworks was renowned throughout the metropolis for its handmade furniture.

Just now, Young Master Lu praised her performance, but then turned around and subtly showed his displeasure.

Her tone was soft, barely audible, clearly full of reproach, yet Lin Feng detected a trace of tenderness beneath it.

Shen Muhan had no idea why his father was reacting this way now; he could only raise his hand helplessly to remind him.

Sun Yirou felt herself edging closer to death, her brain starved of oxygen, vision blurring until she couldn’t even make out Li Wei’s face.

Shen Muhan’s demeanor was familiar to Xi Yunxiu; he could only nod in resignation, then pushed the door open and entered on his own, while Chen Xuan stood silently where he was from beginning to end.

Ling Xing could do nothing—today, Ironhead God’s luck was out, and he’d encountered someone determined to kill him. She sighed, “You shouldn’t have offended my cat.”

Facing the final boss, though surprised that Song Ming knew the owner of this internet café, there was no time for gossip.

Boss Wan was still immersed in nostalgia, while she sat upright, eyes fixed on the tablecloth, forcing her lovely apricot eyes into a dead-eyed stare, hoping this would quell all her charm and bring peace.

When Tang Wanchao spoke, his words were so heartfelt that even a stone would be moved to tears.

The black brute’s eyes widened in disbelief, even in his final moments unable to comprehend how such a soft sword strike could so easily breach his defenses and decapitate him.

Of these two princesses, Yang Xuanzhen said that if they truly wished to go to the so-called Immortal Realm, it was fine—but only after Li Jing and Huang Rong had departed.

The five mastiff lion kings suddenly halted, their fur bristling as if sensing something and ready to roar, but then terror struck them; they dropped to the ground, trembling violently.

“I am not here seeking vengeance. That day, you defeated me fairly with your soul technique; I have nothing to complain about. I paid my ransom, and we are even. But afterwards you saved my life, and I have not yet repaid that debt. Today, I come to offer my thanks!” Murong Yan declared loudly.

After hearing Yu Tianxiang’s explanation, Liu Ying’s embarrassment faded from her face and heart. She lifted her head, gazing at Yu Tianxiang’s bittersweet, nostalgic profile with the gentle, affectionate eyes of a virtuous wife, saying nothing more.

When Wang Fan was only a mid-tier human bloodline, his talent was already that of a golden immortal seed. Between the celestial and golden immortal realms, there was no barrier; once his cultivation reached the right level, he would naturally comprehend and achieve golden immortality.

Forest guardian Ao Qianping took a steel awl from his bag, fashioned from a steel pipe and sharpened to a triangular point. Placing it against the bamboo, he struck it with a hammer—there was a sharp crack as it pierced through.

Liu Tong understood: this was his ultimate goal—to become a versatile queen, a world-class superstar.

The matter of the tidal disk was slowly moving forward; it was a process, and a process requires time.

Her body, ruined by years of neglect, had just been kicked aside by Lu Feng.

Arriving in Twin Tower City, one had to admit: while humans may not hold their liquor well, their skills in brewing are remarkable, and their various drinks are truly excellent.