Chapter 27: "My Lord, may I have an embrace?"

His words were like a death sentence, causing Song Yaozhu to collapse. Disregarding her disheveled appearance, she stood up immediately.

"Xie Liwei, you knew I was about to commit a grave mistake! Why didn't you stop me?"

"Why should I stop you?" Xie Liwei asked coldly. "Who are you to me that I should concern myself with your actions? My not doing it doesn't mean I didn't want to."

Song Yaozhu understood his implication. If not for the sake of preserving her faith, Xie Liwei would have long since overthrown Yuwen Wuji’s reign. She felt immensely fortunate to have a brother like him; had it not been for him, she surely would have done something she would regret for the rest of her life. Song Yaozhu stood on her tiptoes and embraced him.

As if such a man were even worthy of speaking those words. Shen Qingwu woke up to find herself still having to listen to his nagging—it was laughable. The mere thought of Haitang’s affected, pretentious demeanor disgusted her.

Sitting in place, Gansuo looked at the three doors with a smile on his lips. As long as he remained in this world, he would protect everyone; his life would continue through them in another form.

If you cannot pay your debts, you come here to perform manual labor—is that not perfectly normal? What could an elder of the Tianxuan Sword Sect possibly do about it?

Just as Ren Feifan, Guo Xinlei, and the others intended to carry the Sword Marquis’s ashes up the mountain, several figures blocked their path.

In truth, although Ling Zhan asked this aloud, he knew in his heart that Jia Laiyun would likely not return to General City. With the entire province currently undergoing a crackdown, it was nine-to-ten likely that he would first find a remote place to hide.

Different spiritual materials require different cooking times. Once all the ingredients were in the pot, Su Yunliang hovered her hands above it. Threads of invisible spiritual energy darted from her fingertips like serpents into the pot, regulating the medicinal properties and toxins within the ingredients.

There was still a month and a half left, and this training would have to happen several times. They couldn't expect Su Yunliang and Shen Qinghong to foot the bill every single time, could they?

Young Master Ling Jian was already severely wounded, his face deathly pale. Merely resisting the giant sword of hundreds of thousands of feet was already an immense struggle.

Madam Yun looked displeased, her face filled with sorrow. After returning from Yun Yichu’s, she personally brewed a cup of ginseng tea and brought it to her husband, lowering herself in every way before him.

This residence was technically still within the grounds of the Du family estate, but the estate was so vast and this location so remote that it was difficult for anyone to notice.

This time, Xu Wuyou No. 2 unleashed ten times the power of Xu Wuyou, successfully dragging him into the Sea of Bitterness, and the result was even more miserable than before.

This was also quite normal. Those who can cultivate and possess lifespans of unknown length are unlikely to grovel before ordinary people.

"I will remember you. Once the insect tide is dealt with, we shall have another battle." By the time he spoke the last sentence, his figure had completely vanished, leaving only the trailing echo drifting through the ruins of the city.

To compensate Misha, I spent the entire day cooped up with her in the hotel room, answering all sorts of strange and eccentric questions. It wasn't until nine in the evening, when Misha’s weariness finally took hold, that I let out a long sigh of relief.

"...Never mind her. Lin Ai, come with me; let's get Zero dressed." Ailei led Lin Ai toward a side compartment, while Leidson and Haiqi walked over to Ishtar.

Yes, they had witnessed and understood the power of Shen Shi, and they even believed that if they threw him into a pile of viruses, he would likely be fine. But precisely because of this, they could not let him go. They had to restrict his mobility, at least until they finished their task.

The Celestial Master Zhang did not suggest what to do; instead, he requested an audience with Zhao Zhen. Soft tactics had failed, so they had to resort to hard ones, and that required the Emperor’s approval.

He had already done everything he could; it made no difference whether he handed in his paper early or late. So, he did not take the paper back and simply declared his submission.

Zhuoma saw Wuyu and Mr. Reid, jumping up and running across the grass with open arms to greet her uncle, the abbot of Tianlun Temple, Wuyu.

There was finally a flicker of light in Gu Ange’s eyes, but the moment she looked up, it made Ye Lan knit his brows uncontrollably.

He ignored everything else, only gritting his teeth and clearing his mind, focusing entirely on sensing the flow of true energy within his body.

"When will I be able to command so many birds and beasts?" Ji Longjun’s mouth twitched, and he smiled slightly.

The examiner looked at ‘Tian Lei’ with suspicion. "This is a selection for the Imperial Guard General! It requires high-level certification from the Immortal Refining Realm!" The examiner could not believe that a rogue cultivator could pass the high-level Immortal Refining Realm.

Once Su Xi’s Weibo post went live, the official account immediately reposted it. The comments below were harmonious, with many wishing Su Xi a speedy recovery.

Never mind the bystanders like Lou Hong and Chen Feng, even the person involved, Lou Rui, felt that what Gu Ange said was truly interesting.

On Zhiling Mountain, there were still some former disciples of the Chenwu Sect, many of whom were Chen Ziling’s junior brothers and sisters; they held nothing but reverence for him.

"If we add extreme cold spiritual energy, could we temporarily extinguish it?" Zhong Ren continued to ask.

"I like it very much; it just reminds me of that friend again." Zhou Yuhao placed the portrait back into the box, feeling a sense of inexplicable agitation.

Tang Ao nodded. The two talked for a long time; the dry rations in his hand had gone cold before he even managed to take a bite.

While Ji Qing sat on the sofa, tilting his head to look at the chess manual in Old Niu’s hand, he said something to the grandmother walking into the kitchen.

The garrison commander, Yang Hong, was a collateral descendant of the Yang clan, a prominent family in Shu. Yet, even a collateral member was not someone an ordinary person could compare to.

However, prepared players, even without powerful armor, would not be easily killed because of the so-called "clash": when both sides attack simultaneously with weapons, the weapons collide, and both attacks are nullified.

Beside the old man stood a man dressed in ordinary clothes, carrying a massive bronze sword on his back. The sword looked extremely primitive, as if it had endured the vicissitudes of time.

Although this was a middle school affiliated with a music conservatory, the vast majority of students did not choose it to study music; they were simply there because their grades were poor.

Her life was nearing its end, and as the days grew fewer, the things she couldn't let go of in her heart only grew more numerous. She always hoped to hold on for a few more days, to see her children marry and perhaps hold her great-grandchildren—that would be even better.

She had been locked up, injured, and thrown around by him today. Having suffered such grievances, how could she possibly let it go just like that?

Anderson’s body continued to fall, and the blood flowing from his throat formed a crimson line drifting into the vast ocean. His expression was filled with resentment; clearly, he had never dreamed that despite his meticulous preparations for this assassination of Yan Luo, he would end up in such a state.

The only reason he loosened his grip was to create a sense of weakness and make Karasuma relax his guard. Of course, the weakness was genuine, not faked.

However, Scholar Liu was different from many impoverished commoners; he was not grateful to the eunuch faction. On the contrary, he believed the eunuchs were all treacherous officials and the Donglin party were all upright gentlemen, cursing the eunuch faction incessantly every day.

If "Living Flayed Skin" really just wanted to find an assistant, the streets were full of people willing to work for five coins of silver. Why would he insist on coming here to find them?