Chapter 43: Making a Wish

Unfortunately, Fang Mingxi could not make this wish come true. The moment the thought crossed her mind, she saw the wish-granting talisman remain completely motionless, without the slightest change.

She understood instantly that her parents would be safe and sound over the next three months, and it had not the slightest connection to her whatsoever. Making a wish would be entirely pointless.

Fang Mingxi continued to ponder. Since she could not have her parents return safely right now, she had to figure out some other way not to waste this wish-granting talisman.

According to the hints given by the jade pendant, those visions were extremely distant from her—

In other words, he simply had no other choice at present. If he wished to continue participating in the selection for the Dragon Guards, he had no option but to agree to Liu Mo'er's conditions.

As for Zhao'er, she was in the back courtyard, helped by her elder sister Zhaodi. Ningning was also very sensible today, helping to receive the young ladies from various noble households, managing everything quite well.

Dayang's full-month banquet went without saying; it was at least thirty percent more lively than Qin Fengyi's birthday feast. It was just that Li Qin had failed the imperial metropolitan examination, so he inevitably felt somewhat depressed. Fortunately, he was still young, and his depression was limited. Whether it was because Li Qin was reaching the age where he desired to marry, he took an extraordinary liking to A-yang and even learned to hold him in his arms.

Yifei Shi's heart was biased. In any era, a prince coercing and violating a youth was a scandalous and vicious act, but for him, it was different.

In the silent subterranean ice cave, those screams sounded exceptionally piercing, making one's hair stand on end.

Su Qin was both ashamed and furious. When had this scoundrel sneaked into her room? She hadn't been aware of it in the least, and just a moment ago she had still seen him keeping company with Jinling.

From a lowly servant, he had risen smoothly to success, advancing by leaps and bounds until he was now a powerful figure holding immense authority, one to whom even he had to bow and salute when they met. This Xu Zheng was no longer the Xu Zheng he once knew.

Fu Shan knew that if this delay continued, a war would truly break out. Despite his unwillingness, he had no choice but to bow his head now.

First, enduring his nausea, he vied for the errand of bestowing honors upon Qin Fengyi, only to discover that Qin Fengyi had been thoroughly disgusted by him as well. The First Prince felt immensely gratified at heart, and although he was disgusted right back by that even more obnoxious fat man from Qin Fengyi's household upon dispatching him, the First Prince still felt he had found a way to change his own predicament.

As a result, the moment those friends of his heard that the matter involved Ninth Master Shen, they all scrambled to find excuses to shirk responsibility, not wanting to be entangled in the least.

Since they were all monsters transformed from the same essence, their weaknesses should be identical—they all feared his ghostly flames.

He Rui appeared innocent and lovable on the surface, making people feel close to her, but once truly understood, one would find that this young lady's temperament was somewhat spoiled. It was hard to tell whether others simply hadn't noticed it or if He Rui reserved that specific attitude solely for her.

Every move of the Grass Saint Sword was fierce and surging, yet this very last stance, just as its rigidity reached its absolute peak, naturally blended hardness with softness, fusing firm and pliable qi into one, instantly shattering the "Kun Transforming into Peng's Strike" among the Six Slashes of Kunming.

Sure enough, this tomb gate was viewed from bottom to top, but the characters were not carved vertically; rather, they were horizontal. This did not follow the conventions of the ancients at all—they truly were madmen.

You are not in your true divine form as the Underworld God; you are using my Brother Ximo's body. Don't you know that if you fall into the river like this without the protection of a spiritual energy shield, you will drown just the same?

Chen Panpan looked at Zhong Yi with a trace of bewilderment, her face full of sheer disbelief. She had truly never seen anyone with skin thicker than hers.

"Perhaps the scent of the sleeping incense in the room had not dissipated, and I inhaled too much, causing me to fall unconscious as well." Pei Min recalled his abnormal state from the previous night, which indeed bore the precursor symptoms of being drugged with sleeping incense, except that his mind had been fully captivated by another self of his at the time, causing him to lower his guard.

"My mother, my stepfather, and two fraternal twin younger siblings from the same mother," Yueying said indifferently, as if speaking of people and matters that had entirely nothing to do with herself.

Yet how easy was it to snap this faint, elusive thread? The thread was finer than a single strand of hair. Had Xiao Yun not possessed astonishing spiritual vision, he certainly would have failed to perceive it. Moreover, as the Flame Demon moved, this thread continuously swayed as well, making its exact location completely unpredictable.