Volume One, Chapter 24: He Is My Fiancé?

Mulan still hasn’t returned? She’d just probed the area with her energy and sensed that the person in the shadows wasn’t especially powerful—so why hadn’t Mulan come back yet? She hadn’t walked far when Liu Fengyi noticed a large crowd gathering in the central plaza, the surging throng continually drawing more curious onlookers.

Those words left Yang Dingyuan speechless. Of course, he knew the White Tower was speaking the truth. If he’d just taken office, he would have done everything in his power to provide disaster relief. But now he was about to step down—if this matter reached the higher-ups, his prospects for promotion would vanish, and he’d gain nothing. Why bother?

Li Tai received all his brothers; after the formal courtesies between sovereign and subject, as the seventh brother, he paid his respects to each of his elder brothers one by one.

With a loud “thud,” Jiuwei Taro could tell that Lin Chong’s martial arts were grounded and reliable—every move, every technique was solid and steady, leaving him unable to gain the upper hand for the moment.

The so-called “selling righteousness” meant deliberately creating the persona of a just and upright man—daring to scold anyone’s mother, daring to challenge anyone’s authority, the kind of brash, straightforward general who would double down on anyone who provoked him. With a heart free of ulterior motives, he barreled through the world with fearless candor, and no one dared cross him.

But seeing the two women at Ye Cang’s side, each beauty of unparalleled charm, she knew she stood no chance against them in looks or figure.

Weizi is used in national painting; the purple blooms, green leaves, and black branches set each other off in striking contrast, the vivid colors drawing every eye.

“Animals? There wouldn’t be any ferocious beasts on this island, would there?” Tang Qianyu’s expression grew wary.

Many reckless individuals ended up dead—some felled by arrows, others killed in close combat. No one could say just how much hidden strength Sasaki’s residence possessed.

The days slipped past as the three of them discussed their plans. Looking upon the familiar county town and their old home, they were overwhelmed with emotion.

Thus, regarding the two matters of relocating the capital and opening the river, the authorities undoubtedly hoped to proceed as smoothly as possible, with no complications.

This was rather unexpected—so much time had passed, and someone of such a high realm should have moved on to the fifth-level world by now. That such a figure still lingered here was truly strange.

Wang Guolin cursed inwardly. He never imagined that Lin Feng would bring Yan Song—of all people, the principal? Of all the choices, why bring him? Was this a joke?

That’s also why all the experts in Liutong City were content to wait patiently for Yun Chi’s pharmacy to open.

Zi flared up again, suspecting that the SSS-class beast from their clan had escaped because there were too many male beasts around her.

Because the identities of the Dragon Shadow members had to remain secret, Zhao Ying almost never mentioned her cousin to anyone outside her inner circle.

At this moment, Bai Muxue’s expression was blank, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lin Feng. Her gaze was deep and unfathomable, as if she’d lapsed into a state of unconscious daze.

At home, both the men and the children clamored for Shen Xin’s cooking. Yet all the wild game the Shen family had was given away last time, so they couldn’t bring themselves to ask for more.

Shen Suixin lowered her gaze, her heart a swirling mix of emotions, an indescribable taste as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned inside her.

Could politics truly be so transparent these days? Shen Muqing thought of the emperor’s character and was skeptical.

No one imagined that Xuanji’s influence on Zhao Siyuan would be anything but a simple setback.

Infusing a patient’s body with Shennong’s energy might seem straightforward, but it required utmost seriousness—guiding the energy’s flow with one’s full focus.

Killing Peng Gong on the island was a direct challenge to Tubo’s social order. Whether executing him or imposing a severe punishment, neither would be unjustified by law.

Liu Dazhu dragged him along, heading toward his office, which had now been converted into a dining hall.

“You… You’re not related, are you? One of you is surnamed Hong, the other Chi…” Yi Qingyun said, unable to hide his jealousy.

“All who disagreed were killed by me,” Xueluo Yue said coldly, her lips curving into a chill smile as her sharp gaze swept over the crowd.

These tribes, besides the Cuan, Meng, and Qianluoluo tribes, included the Hen Tribe, Pi Tribe, Pisha Tribe, Zhaofu Tribe, Liu Tribe, Hao Tribe, and Yang Tribe.

Lü Yuantai, the county constable of Qingyuan, submitted a petition of admonition, arguing, “In times of hardship, why parade around half-naked dousing oneself with water, rousing crowds in the streets to beg for relief?”

The sky of the Netherworld was perpetually gray—there were no clouds, no rain, no thunder or lightning. All the phenomena that existed in other worlds were absent here; for the inhabitants of this realm, this had long become a matter of course.

Little did they realize that when some things are suppressed for too long, the eventual eruption is all the more destructive.

Madam Xie felt immense comfort in her heart. Her child, once condemned by doctors, had clawed her way back from the brink of death with sheer determination. Now, she was fine, able to laugh and talk, full of life.

Shangguan Shuo was a man of few words, never using a sentence where a word sufficed. In Murong Xun’s memory, this was the longest speech he’d ever made.

Jiang Yanting had called her for ages without response, so he could only wrap her, blanket and all, in his arms, steadying her shoulders and feeding her medicine.

Shen Longxuan tried to recall what happened during his breakthrough into the Martial Master realm, but the harder he tried, the hazier his memory became.

Teng Jiping saw Li Guoqing’s wave and at once put down his rice bowl, then cheerfully waved back in greeting.

From the Northern Domain, they entered the Blood Wasteland Pass unimpeded. Ye Kun didn’t linger to reminisce with Old Ji, but instead exited directly through the eastern gate.