Volume One, Chapter 29: Actually, My Master... Isn’t All That Great!

Xu Zhiyi suddenly smiled, the dimples in her cheeks appearing and disappearing like a night-blooming cereus. Though fleeting, its beauty was breathtaking.

“I’m all ears!”

Hai Qing was torn by an inner struggle.

It infuriated him. His beauty sleep had once again been ruined. With a sudden leap, his body shot upward, and he vanished from the spot.

She had spent so long deliberately tearing her clothes, leaving herself half-dressed with her hair in disarray—an appearance more than capable of arousing a man’s desire.

Qin Zi’ang was utterly terrified. Ever since he could remember, everyone had held him in the palms of their hands, and he had grown up without suffering so much as a real injury.

As they traveled, Qing Luan gazed at the familiar yet distant palace outside the carriage window. Her heart was as still as motionless water.

“You heard it too? I noticed it the first time I came to the inn. It seems I wasn’t mistaken.” As You Na spoke, she moved toward the door.

Those words finally calmed the few wounded soldiers who were still conscious. They would not need to wait a whole day—only two or three hours, merely the length of a night’s sleep. They could wait, of course they could.

And now that she had quietly vanished, the time they had spent together seemed even more like an ethereal, unreal dream.

The room had been dimly lit to begin with. All of them had their eyes wide open, afraid of tripping over the cement on the floor, when suddenly a fierce beam of light shot from Zhang Heng. The group nearly stumbled and fell outright.

Qi Jingfei continued to frown as he reprimanded Qi Pengfei a few more times. Only then did he flick his sleeve, turn around, and leave.

Yun Yueyao stared blankly at the Muyao Sword in her claws. She had repaired the sword herself, so naturally she could sense that it was different.

Mei Shuang was startled and abruptly returned to her senses. The noisy scene from the day, which had shaken the heavens, flashed before her eyes once more. Yun Kong had clearly been speaking with a hidden meaning. She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Flame-Tongue Grass was a specialty of the Fire Forest in the Far South. Even its seeds were exceedingly rare, and its requirements for survival were exceptionally demanding. It was also difficult to preserve. Usually, it was stored in vessels made of lava stone.

Lan Chuchen had had no chance to speak since meeting Murong Zhaoyun. Until now, the Crown Prince of Great Qing had been ingratiating himself with her, and with Jinge’s arrival, Lan Chuchen had even less opportunity to speak to the woman he loved. He could not help secretly clenching his fists.

Only then did Tong Xiyan react. She rushed in front of Liu Pingfan in a single stride and spread her arms to shield him, afraid that the young man would charge forward again.

Sha Yueqiang answered directly, “I don’t know either. Ten days ago, my father was suddenly summoned to the palace on urgent business. He did not return until noon the next day, and then he gave me this order.”

Lan’s mother cried out, “What did I do wrong? Why are you criticizing me like this? Didn’t I only take a little money? Didn’t I merely vent my temper? Do you really have to make such a fuss?”

“It’s over!” Bing Po was utterly confident.

The corners of Tian Ming’s lips lifted slightly. His divine fire power erupted in an instant, and his divine body unfolded at once. Flames roared across his entire body. Without the slightest hesitation, Tian Ming leaped into the air and drove his fist straight into the crown of the ice dragon.

Seeing that the situation was turning unfavorable, Bao Gang leaped up and swung his staff at Mr. Crystal Ice. Unexpectedly, Mr. Crystal Ice borrowed the force of the blow—the strike contained all of Bao Gang’s strength—and transferred it to the Old Monster of Fire Rock. Fire Rock then passed the power onward. Together, they had performed a technique of “using an opponent’s strength against him.”

Regret and despair filled Yue Li’s eyes. She slowly crouched down, helplessly clutching her head like a child, so that her expression could not be seen.

At that very moment, another surge of divine power swiftly approached Tian Ming. Lei En immediately knitted his brows.

“Looks like you have quite a few enemies. I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t play with you any longer.”

Lei En instantly transformed into a streak of white light and shot into the distance.