084 A Glimpse into the Garden of Literary Harmony

“Secret burial,” as in the case of Shi Le, the founding ruler of Later Zhao, who held funeral rites at midnight at every city gate, then took advantage of the darkness to carry the coffin deep into the mountains.

Filled with delight, she jumped from her bed, opened the door, and ran excitedly into the snow. With the modern climate growing steadily warmer and her university years spent in Shenzhen, it had been many years since she last saw snow. Now, upon opening her eyes to a world blanketed in white, a surge of indescribable joy and excitement welled up within her.

The snow here had already melted; unlike Mingyuan, which was immaculate and pure, this place lacked sunshine, the sky was gray, clouds shrouded in mist, and the roadside trees were leafless and withered. A few evergreen plants swayed in the cold wind, their solitude accentuating the bleakness.

The visitor suddenly withdrew his hand, and the gold brick vanished in an instant. Another broad but empty palm was extended before her.

“Handcuff them all first!” Liu Changchun had no time for idle talk and ordered his subordinates to make arrests.

“Sister, I’ll go see if Mother’s back yet. Don’t go anywhere.” Yilin, worried for their frail mother, spoke with concern.

Even if only eighty million gold coins came in annually, perhaps the difference wouldn’t be noticeable in a year or two; but what about after five years, ten years?

Even those of the revered rank, with their formidable bodies, were gravely injured under the thunderous strike. Within the interplay of light and shadow, the silhouettes of two skeletons flickered in and out of existence.

Though these elders of the Elven race were aged, their strength had not diminished in the least. Especially the few holy-level experts, whose keen gaze discerned the abnormality in Li Yan’s spiritual power, and thus temporarily believed his words.

The Princess Immortal herself donned black attire and a mask, leading a group toward Wang Family Village in Taiyuan. Yet, before reaching the village, the shadow guards sent by Tuoba Jun to protect Butterfly Valley learned of her movements.

When Xiao Mo and Zuo Xiutong left Qingfeng Court and departed the Supreme Academy, they gradually journeyed into the Lingwu Mountains.

A few days later, Ming’er returned victorious. He had rendered great service in this battle, so Yin Sheng held a banquet to welcome him and to celebrate the newly promoted general Chu Yao Cen.

Liu Jun, notorious for his lasciviousness, rubbed his hands together, his mind abuzz as though thousands of ants crawled beneath his skin.

His tone was gentle, weary, stripped of emotion—like an aging man who had seen through the world and now harbored a sense of disdain for it.

She tried to rise, only to find her limbs weak and limp. Her first instinct was to check her clothing, which she found intact, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Tuoba also gazed at Gu Qingcheng. His Qingcheng was no ordinary woman; she would never accuse someone without reason.

He calculated his remaining copper crystals—less than seven thousand, barely enough to buy even a low-grade green-tier Heartflower, let alone a mid-grade one.

“No time to lose. Go take care of it now,” the old matron said, not wishing to make things harder for her—as she was, after all, the current mistress of the Chu family.

“Elder Hu!” Helian Liruo cried out excitedly, severing her connection to the Kunlun Mirror once more.

She knew she could never bear children. On Infinity Island, she had been forced by a villain to take sterilization medicine.

Ever since that long conversation in Yumin, Xi’er had secretly fallen for this handsome and clever man. Yet at the time, he loved Miss Yao Bei, and with affairs so urgent, she could only bury her feelings deep within.

The Soul Tribulation Emperor slowly rose, his hundred-zhang throne nearly half destroyed.

But just then, the Xuanming Array began to shift. Strands of Xuanming Yin surged toward the array’s center, drawing in the surrounding currents of void. From the heart of the array, an immense aura radiated outward.

Due to the strength of Mama Wheel and Morgana’s bot lane pairing, the Chain Warden and the Plane were too intimidated to provoke them, forced instead to farm minions in risky areas without vision.

“You’re crying…” Xu Shu reached out and touched Zhou Jin’s face, feeling a wetness under her hand. Zhou Jin was stunned—for even he hadn’t noticed he’d begun to weep.

If they fail to make any impact in this competition, the reputation of the Hua nation’s embroidery world may plummet.

Its power was focused; when attacking Zhang Jingfan, its rear was left unguarded, utterly vulnerable.

Madam Zhou laughed, “Of course we trust Lady Xu, but as it is my son involved, surely the witness should be presented by my Song family—it would be more suitable! If the Xu family were to take charge, others might wonder why they are so eager to find the culprit!” Her words alluded to the abduction of Xu Yuan.

Si Linlin’s eyes shone brightly, her passion for the mysterious Ten Golden Flowers greater than ever before.

Having received enlightenment from Guanyin, Wang Zhentai packed his belongings and descended the mountain. What did Wang Chuntai do after descending? That will be revealed next time.

Here, the flower clusters were dense; perhaps due to the mist and absence of sunlight, most blossoms hung low, yet their fragrance was sweet and invigorating.

Qi Tianyu looked at Shu Jingge, whose eyes smiled, but within that smile lingered a hint of ruthlessness, and murderous intent was plain to see.

After repelling the Tang Sect, Cao Wuzui did not leave immediately; after waiting a few minutes, a sports car sped toward him.

The crowd could not contain their laughter, bursting out in unison, leaving Xiao Li flushed and awkward. The atmosphere finally lightened.

Yu Ciqian tried to win back Li Suiqiu, worried his actions would upset her. So he brought her breakfast and notes every day in the hospital, dropping them in her office before quickly leaving.

Li Suiqiu rushed inside, donned a white coat, and followed the stream of people and the carts into the emergency room.

What did he say? When did he mention over two hundred dishes? I only said the palace banquet would entertain the emissaries from the Cloud Nation—did I say anything else?

Mo Chaowan was planning to avenge Uncle Eagle. The Temple convenes every three months, and the Divine Son visits the mortal realm. By calculation, Hua Ye should descend soon.

As night slowly fell, the cemetery lay silent; aside from the occasional bird call, there was no echo.

Taking advantage of a nearby spirit beast leaving the Xinyi gate, Xinyi opened the door, quickly shut it again, and, transforming into a flash of lightning, shot toward a corner in the northwest.

“That’s it!” Lu Yue, proud and exuberant, raised a wine jug and poured the fine liquor down his throat as if it were water.

On the outskirts of the capital, in an abandoned factory, it was about four o’clock in the afternoon. Two men, one fat and one thin, dressed in black suits, appeared somewhat drunk, while Yang Tingting lay unconscious on a nearby mattress.