Chapter Forty-Seven: Extremes

Lu Yalan pressed her lips together and took a deep breath. “Actually… something unexpected happened yesterday, which is why I came home so late.” After speaking, she fell silent, her heart pounding violently in her chest, her hands trembling slightly. Lu Yalan tucked her hands into her sleeves, feeling as if her ears were filled with the thunderous sound of her heartbeat.

The old lady’s attitude just now had made one thing clear: she wholeheartedly supported the marriage, and the alliance between the Lu and Gao families was inevitable. Lu Yalan clenched her fists. Defying the old lady truly required courage.

Seeing the hesitation on Lu Yalan’s face, as if she had a secret she couldn’t share, the old lady realized something was amiss. The joy faded, reason returned, and her smile slowly disappeared.

In the Celestial Emperor’s Palace, before reaching the imperial bed, there was a Hu bed—not as large as a regular bed, but reliable and comfortable to recline upon, occupying more space than a chair and offering much greater comfort. Zhuang Wangu placed Princess Wansheng onto the Hu bed, removed her shoes and socks, revealing her delicate, translucent feet.

Thus, many chose to travel to the Star of the Master Craftsman, seeking the lord’s help in forging a supreme treasure.

At that moment, feigning an attack, he whipped his horse around to retreat. The Black Tiger chased after him, unprepared. Suddenly, Zheng Lun’s apertures rang like a bell; two beams of white light shot out, seizing souls. Chong Black Tiger, hearing the sound, found his vision blurred, tumbled head over heels, his crown spinning, armor falling from the saddle, his boots dancing wildly in the air.

You Yitian had no mind for compliments; he responded perfunctorily, thinking only of how to stall for time or how to escape.

The Grand Supreme Elder Lord raised his eyes toward the direction of Biyou Palace on Golden Ao Island. Though his face showed no expression, he harbored the same thoughts as the Primeval Lord of Heaven.

For seventeen years, Luo Feng had sat atop that celestial platform in silent cultivation, never taking a single step away.

Xi Sa’s pity and regret did not show on his face; with impatient affectation, he forced Yue Shangshao into his bedroom that very night. In the depths of night, sensing a cold blade pressed to his face, he feigned a startled awakening. Yet Yue Shangshao ultimately lacked the courage and certainty to act, panic-stricken, she withdrew the blade and hid it behind her back.

Gao Yueyang sneered inwardly. If he actually listened to her nonsense and went home, wouldn’t that prove he cheated?

Only a few days later, the Qianwu Universe Nation dispatched three sovereigns who directly slew the immortal king, and then the great Witch Ancestor of the Qianwu Secret Realm personally intervened, resurrecting the stellar-level genius.

Fang Yao was momentarily taken aback; he didn’t understand the intricacies at play, but could only nod.

With Lin Gu’s suppressed laughter and help, Lin Qing built a chicken coop beside her bed in her own room, thus ending those days of battling wits with the chicken—a chapter she preferred not to revisit.

Even though she had grown used to the intimacy of these twin siblings, Madam Sun still couldn’t help feeling quietly astonished.

Since Sun Jiaming and Dingzi were completely inexperienced, they played very slowly. At first, Li Zhi kept winning.

Ya Nan noticed Jian Feng’s unusual mood and shifted closer to Qi Qing’er, lest she disturb them.

Meanwhile, Lin Qing was pondering secretly. She, too, possessed five spiritual roots—her first attempt nearly failed to detect them. How could she have become an outer disciple?

After a day’s rest, Li Zhi went to buy train tickets the next day, while Gu’er and Dingzi continued shopping.

Prince Qi walked steadily for a few steps and paused beneath a lush willow tree in a secluded courtyard.

“Haha, Blood Fiend, even you can lose a quarrel!” A mocking voice rang out from the sky, belonging to Gu Xing.

Yet the golden light circled Nangong Li three times and, as if encountering something terrifying, fled back in fright.

Gu’er was truly too tired to listen to Liu Yuemei, but to argue would be laughable, so she decided to leave, sparing herself the annoyance.

As for Gu Ge’s methods and the subsequent situation, they were nearly all within Niu Geng’s expectations. After all, in such circumstances, there was simply no better solution.

“This is what you forced me to do!” The red-eyed man with wounds all over his body glared at the figure in black robes.

The members of Qin Dynasty Shelter, who followed Wu Ying out, appeared atop the city wall, shooting arrows inward.