Chapter Forty-Six: Connections

Lu Yalan turned to look at Amin. “I haven’t even come to settle scores with you, yet you’ve come right to my door yourself. If you can’t keep watch at night, naturally I’ll find someone who can. Come to think of it, Acao should thank you—if she hadn’t taken your night watch, I wouldn’t have had the chance to bring her over to my side.”

Acao, mischievous as ever, straightened her little face at these words, walked over, and gave Amin, who was still on the ground, a formal bow.

The hour was getting late; the old lady would soon be waking.

Lu Yalan didn’t bother to argue further and simply instructed Acao, “Go pick out a set of clothes you like later. From now on, you’ll serve at my side. Take this one away.”

The maids on either side lifted Amin and led her out. Lu Yalan added, “Oh, and since she enjoys idling so much, let her handle the sweeping from now on. Let’s see how she manages with that.”

Xiao Mu was near the ancient village’s altar, intending to retrieve the piece of green bronze from within. His memories had returned, and he finally understood the significance of the green bronze: it was the Axe of Order, which he had once stumbled upon in the primordial chaos. The axe was forged from innate order copper, shaped by the thunder of chaos itself.

“Yes, Your Majesty. What I am curious about is why these seeds can thrive so easily in this world, while the native crops are completely barren,” Vivian said with a respectful bow.

After drinking, Emperor Jiu seemed to feel better; his body slumped back onto the couch, and he soon fell into a silent sleep.

Yet, just then, a shadow of pain suddenly crossed his calm face. His body shuddered, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his lips, and though his feet had seemed rooted to the spot, they now began to waver. He stumbled backward, step after step.

Though the landscape was nothing but endless yellow sand, the sunrise and sunset were truly beautiful. The occasional jagged rocks and rare, peculiar desert plants were a refreshing sight. And sometimes, there were travelers.

It was almost time to get off work, but Mo Yichen still hadn’t come out. Jiang Jingcheng thought, It’s this late and he hasn’t left—clearly, they’re going to have dinner together. No, I can’t let them keep getting closer. Otherwise, with Mo Yichen’s intelligence, sooner or later he’ll discover my secret.

After another clash, Xu Xiao and Liu Furong separated once more, both of their chests heaving with exertion.

The head of the Yang family was a master of boxing. His hands slowly shifted from open palms to clenched fists, compressing the air until it burst with a low, thunderous crack.

“What happened? Why are you so flustered? You’re a veteran—how could you be so rattled?” Zhou Xiangqian asked.

Bai Yuhuo shot Su Minghua a look full of exasperation, then reached for her phone and dialed Su Xiaoqing.

“How dare you! You meddle in the affairs of the Prime Minister? All of you, attack! Kill him!” the leader roared.

“Just tell me—do you dare or not? If you do, come at me; if not, confess now,” said Wang Huizhi.

No one knew who had spread the news among the people, but the situation grew increasingly dire. Yet the Sui Emperor remained obstinate.

In that instant, the Sage’s relic fell to the ground and took root, conjuring power in Wei Qing’s niwan palace, circulating through every limb and bone.

Xuanyangzi and Uncle Jiu were both Taoist priests and recognized immediately what it meant. This wasn’t a wound from an expert’s chained darts, but a bite from something else. Uncle Jiu believed it was a zombie, but Xuanyangzi knew better—it was a vampire’s bite. That fellow would transform by nightfall.

It wasn’t until Sir Forbes saw with his own eyes the terrifying German warplanes in the sky ahead, circling like a school of carnivorous fish, that he finally realized—not everyone used the same tactics as they did. At the very least, the Germans had changed to a new strategy.

If not for realizing that in other worlds his age would not change, Xuanyangzi would never have dared to recklessly squander his life in those realms.

It seemed there could be no more playing around; if the tiger demon tried any new tricks and caught him off guard, he’d be a laughingstock. Better to finish off the beast and use its skin for a rug.

Lianyun City was shaken; he had never imagined such an incident would occur at this critical moment.

Zhang Jianghai spoke to Zhang Yuxuan—his son simply refused to learn his lesson. Though the matter hadn’t been outright rejected, the meaning was clear enough. If his son kept pestering, he’d only anger Miss Su, and the losses would be far greater.