Volume One, Chapter 11: How Did She Offend Him This Time?

At this moment, the music softened, and all eyes were fixed on the man kneeling on the stage and the utterly astonished Tang Bingyu.

"Leng Mingzhao?" Youran whispered in a daze. She did not know who Leng Mingzhao was, yet the name felt incredibly familiar when she spoke it, as if she had called out to him countless times before.

Seeing that the Gege was not feeling well, Yun Ling and the others did not dare to even breathe loudly as they brought water in to help her rest.

On the post road outside the capital, dust billowed. Under the moonlight, a team of horses flashed by, leaving behind only a faint shadow in the blink of an eye.

What puzzled Wen Ziqing most was that the divination showed no signs of calamity, which meant that the son of Yan Zhi was in no danger of losing his life. Is Ji Heng really so benevolent? Could he really allow an emperor—even a young one—to live? What ruler could be broad-minded to such a degree? There has been no precedent for this in the last five hundred years.

Ye and Yan scanned the area briefly and could see that the villagers here lived in peace and contentment, with more than enough supplies for their daily needs.

"The Second Gege met with misfortune. During those years when the Thirteenth was struggling, you were the one who stepped forward to help. He feels he owes you," the Fourth Master said.

Upon leaving the palace, Lady Wang had a headache the entire way. Once back at the mansion, she sent Yang Qian off to rest and returned to the main courtyard, only to find Yang Lin leisurely burning incense and painting. Her anger flared up instantly.

The subordinate set down the burlap sack and untied the rope, revealing Youran’s face inside. However, her hair was scattered, obscuring her features, making it hard to see her clearly.

Jian Zhengnan was furious and wanted to sever ties with the Jian family. Unfortunately, his cultivation was not high, and in the face of Jian Wuxin’s Golden Core strength, he was unable to offer any resistance at all.

However, he did not know where would be a good place to go. Although everyone had suggested a few places, after discussing them, they all realized none were particularly good, so I basically vetoed them all.

"Is that affordable restaurant you mentioned called 'Delicious Private Kitchen'?" Liu Ran looked in the direction Yang Ji was pointing. Although Liu Ran did not live in this area, she had spent quite a bit of time around the food stalls and morning markets in the past few years, so she was quite familiar with the area, especially the restaurants there.

As for how much punishment his father would receive when the old master heard the news, he, as a son, could do nothing to help.

***

Liu Yingsheng followed Liu Yingfeng’s gesture and looked at Qin Jian. Seeing the boyish appearance of Qin Jian, honestly, he was truly very surprised.

"Your Majesty, please watch!" With a flicker of thought, before Ma Fu even made a move, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet tremble.

"Once you step across this line, you will be qualified to know my name," Ling Shuangji said with a calm smile.

A gentle breeze blew, and dappled sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches, scattering on the ground and swaying with the wind.

However, the Ink Shadow Blade was incredibly sharp. Without a proper angle, how could it possibly fall? With another cry of pain, watching Ma Fu’s airborne figure, the mottled wolf’s eyes flashed with fierce light; its massive body tensed, ready to leap again.

Just then, Linghu Xian and Linghu Yuan, the sister and brother, came online. They occupied their spots and happily started grinding the Year Beast with Old Master Zhang.

After the breakthrough, Zhen’s speed was fully displayed, and Feng Hun’s speed was not slow either. Only the bandits kept chasing them, and although they did not think of relaxing for even a moment, they still could not catch up to the monkey and the others.

Just as the White-Haired Ghost King was laughing arrogantly, the silver light surrounding Jiang Zicheng suddenly vanished. The octopus-like tentacles collided and tangled into a large ball of flesh, dragging on the ground and squirming stupidly.

From the hair tie that Yang Chong had personally adjusted from his own spacetime hub, the two felt an indescribable sensation emanating from him. They attributed it to simple annoyance. Their eyes swept over Yang Chong’s attire, and the swordsman, who shared the same handsome features, chuckled.

Bai Yi, who was busy flipping the vegetables, did not notice the movement at the front gate. In peaceful times, at home, she had not yet developed the habit of constantly observing her surroundings, especially since she was immersed in the steaming pot, unable to pull herself away.

Its energy utilization efficiency—the true efficiency—could reach over seventy percent. Just think about Earth’s energy utilization efficiency: reaching a perfect thirty percent is considered good, and if an airplane engine can utilize forty percent, it is already quite remarkable.

"Hehe, Mother Wu, Cuiyun has her own thoughts. I think Prince Honghuan is the reliable one, but the outcome is not yet certain!" Yun Cui replied calmly.

If Hill had not used his spatial ability to escape at critical moments many times, he would have long since had his internal organs devoured by the Black Butterfly, which would have then burst out of his body.

***

Liu Tianxiong seemed to be able to imagine the tragic scene of that death. He shook his head helplessly, feeling it was a pity. A man who had fought with him for decades had actually died just like that, and so wretchedly.

"What? You still want to stop me?" Su Yi’s voice turned completely cold, and he looked at Lan Zhen’an with a sinister expression.

The Charm Bee was filled with astonishment. Seeing the Ghost King’s ugly, long tongue, she felt a sense of misery, a feeling of "the rabbit dying and the fox grieving." The Ghost Butterfly could not resist the foul stench of the Ghost King; in the blink of an eye, her vision blurred, she lost consciousness, and lost all means of resistance.

Morale had surely dropped again because of this defeat. If he suffered even the slightest setback, his entire army would collapse.

Di Renjie’s expression was grim. If anyone else treated him this way, he could use his status as Chancellor to suppress them and counter-argue with moral principles. But he could not do so with Li Dongsheng, because Li Dongsheng was the only commander of the Great Zhou who had achieved victory against the Khitan, and a resounding victory at that.

The Han family’s main hall was built against the mountain, and the entire back mountain was a restricted area. Apart from core disciples, outsiders were not allowed to step foot there. Many secret chambers had been excavated inside, and defensive formations had been set up. Without a token, even a cultivator at the Soul-Condensing Realm would probably have to expend a great deal of effort to forcefully break through these defensive formations.

"Of course, please, please." The security guard was startled by Cui Mubai’s sudden temper, and a layer of fine sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. At this moment, he hated Du Ziteng to the bone.

"I don’t care about your Situ family’s affairs, but her—you cannot kill her!" Dong Sixuan’s eyes remained completely calm from start to finish, and he did not care in the slightest about Situ Lin’s furious glare.

This man had long, ice-blue hair, and his entire being exuded an incomparably noble aura.