Volume 1, Chapter 58: The Crown Prince Arrives

"What news has come from Severed Blade?"

Jiang Xuanyan stood by the window, watching the rose blossoms wither in the courtyard.

For reasons unknown, the sight of the falling petals reminded him of Shang Yinqiong kneeling miserably outside the Prince of Yan's Mansion earlier that day—the two scenes were an exact mirror of each other.

Upon witnessing that spectacle, a pang of bitterness had stirred within his heart, though it vanished as swiftly as it came, fleeting so fast that he hadn't even registered it at the time, only recalling that lingering sentiment now upon seeing the roses.

The messenger lowered his head. "Your Highness, word from the other side is that Elder Xiao has followed the Third Miss back to the Protectorate General's Mansion."

"Clatter."

The brush in Jiang Xuanyan's hand slipped from his grasp, striking the floor with a crisp sound...

As the demonic essence within his body recovered, he swept his sleeve, summoning a vast shroud of pristine ghost-smoke to envelop himself.

Shen Longxuan walked unsteadily toward Xue Fang, who was still unconscious in the distance, and shook the girl awake.

Although she had indeed harbored doubts about whether Jin Jing was truly an expert, no matter what, Jin Jing shouldn't have turned her house into something as fragile as tofu.

Seeing Long Haogan once more clamp his hand around Kong Yao's chin, the two looked as though they were about to kiss.

Because Guts and Greatsword Brother were far too conspicuous, the Arabians all rushed frantically in their direction.

Fortunately, Quanshan later crossed paths with several elders who crafted herbal medicines, and they gifted him numerous handmade potions that allowed him to swiftly restore his Pokémon's stamina after many subsequent battles.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. You go by Futu, don't you? Would you be willing to become the spirit of my treasure?" Feng Lingtian suddenly asked.

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. The people of the Tianxuan tribe had always spoken in riddles and acted with profound mystery; not a single soul believed Xuanming's words.

Because of this, these fellows had no choice but to venture out. Moreover, owing to the formidable combat prowess Lin Yun had displayed, to be on the safe side, six operatives in black suits emerged directly.

Sweeping his gaze across the numerous low-tier cultivators present, this person grasped the entire sequence of events from beginning to end with absolute clarity, missing not a single detail.

After arriving safely at the school, Song Zhun gave Ping'an a detailed account of how the incident had unfolded that night.

With the prestige of the Head of the Council of Sages combined with that of the Knight Commander, the entire legislative hall fell instantly silent.

Yet upon catching sight of the mock exam he had completed the previous day still resting on the desk, he understood.

Ping'an hadn't thought much about it—at least, not yet. When it wasn't raining, he still persisted in running around the sports field. Occasionally, Jiang Yu would appear on her balcony, and the two would exchange friendly greetings, until the day Ping'an and Jiang Yu chanced upon each other on the street once more.

Ping'an's phone rang incessantly; staff members kept entering to report matters and have him sign documents. This made Feng Baobao feel somewhat intrusive, yet Ping'an longed to hear her recount past memories of his mother, so their conversation remained intermittent, dragging on until noon.

Long Aotian fell into a profound silence, realizing at last that for all these years he had merely been a frog at the bottom of a well. The saying "there are heavens beyond the heavens, and men beyond men" was truly no falsehood, especially with a living example standing right before his eyes.

Zhang Liao, who had initially been in a foul mood, caught something upon hearing Guo Jia's final remark regarding Cao's army stretching their supply lines too thin. After pondering in silence for a long moment, he slowly raised his head, an incredulous expression surfacing in his eyes.

"Ah... Tang Ning is your son as well!" Rodolphus uttered these words in a low, deep voice, resembling a volcano on the verge of eruption. Over the past few months, he had revolved this name endlessly in his mind, long since accepting this new identity; yet habits formed over a dozen years were not so easily discarded.

Among the various armies currently stationed in the capital, the Palace Guard Command, the Imperial Cavalry Command, and the Imperial Infantry Command remained the three largest forces, while the forbidden armies deployed outside the capital were also primarily composed of imperial guards and palace forces.

Having accomplished such a feat, there should no longer be any danger for him within this city. Yan Luo considered how best to approach the Yellow King to inquire about the Primordial Flame. After all, his claimed identity was that of an outlander hailing from the Great Tang of the East; making an abrupt inquiry into the human race's most precious treasure would inevitably arouse suspicion.

Yet I rejoiced too soon; the tsunami raged on for a full three minutes without subsiding. Qiu Mingyu could no longer hold out and began descending slowly, bringing the others down with him.

Confronting them was a row of fully armed soldiers poised in shooting stances, one of whom actually had an RPG slung over his shoulder.

At this moment, Li Junyi was enduring a beast tide, and the ultimate culprit behind it all was none other than the Blood-Winged Black-Striped Beast.

How could he, while sitting peacefully in the carriage, suddenly, suddenly—just die? Who could have ever foreseen this?

The exchange of moves transpired in a mere flash; Sun Bao's longsword thrust toward the throat of the Black-Guarded Guard like a venomous snake.

The hellfire blazing atop the spine-backed Tyrannosaurus served a dual purpose, acting simultaneously as a vanguard pathfinder and a beacon of light.

Ringer sat down complacently, knowing full well that Su Meng's change in attitude stemmed entirely from Liu Arquan's return to the Su family.

"As for this, let me think about it." Chen Haosen hesitated somewhat. Having suffered deeply from poverty, he desperately wished to avoid returning to those bitter days of the past.

As the son of Qin Shubao, Qin Huaidao had lived perpetually in his father's shadow. No matter how formidable his own martial arts prowess might be, whenever others spoke of him, they would invariably utter a single phrase: "A tiger father breeds no dogs," completely disregarding whether Qin Huaidao himself was a fierce tiger in his own right. Qin Huaidao had long been plagued by this predicament.

At these words, Suman instantly grew a fraction more bashful, a fresh flush blooming across her originally pale pink cheeks, yet she left Ringer standing there like a wooden post.

Perhaps due to the immense passage of time, the palace gates trembled faintly for a moment. After a long while, the doors shuddered again, and the two heavy panels began to slowly swing wide open.

Being foolish at the time, she had signed a ten-year contract with the Bai family, assuming they would look out for her interests to some extent. However, ever since she rose to fame, they treated her entirely as a money-making tool, accepting any endorsement as long as it brought in cash, with zero regard for her feelings.

Ji Feixue gazed upon the towering Mount Tai'a standing amidst the chaos; even before the heavens were cleaved apart, it already possessed a primordial domain.

Her gaze fell once more upon the twin phoenixes. They were linked in a peculiar fashion, much like two adjacent mansions within Su He's Azure Dragon constellation.

Robin Guang hurriedly cried out in pain, shaking his arms to demonstrate his exhaustion. With that, Lu Changming had nothing more to say; everyone was equally exhausted from recording the show, and no one was slacking off.

With those words, the Lord of Orchid City coughed up blood once more. Yet, at present, he cared not a whit for his injuries, continuing his frantic assaults against his opponent.

It had to be said that Biju's development of the fusion ninjutsu known as the Corpse Corpse Technique possessed a unique ingenuity, actually capable of forcibly amalgamating these Bloodline Limits within the body. As long as one's physical constitution could endure the rejection, one could master these powers.