Volume One, Chapter 21: How Can She Be So Shrewd Despite Her Youth?

"Why did you make so much!" Li Lanfang exclaimed in astonishment.

Shen Aodong’s face, which had been tight for the better part of the day, finally broke into a smile.

The young man nodded, saying no more. He swept his hands across the vast expanse, and a galaxy emerged from the void, replacing the flickering, illusory dust of the heavens. The river of stars was brilliant and enigmatic.

A heaven-shaking roar vibrated through the firmament. Meng Hanyue’s gaze sharpened, and the Phantom Moon Divine Sword emitted a halo of light that enveloped Wang Meng and Gouwei. Fuqu extended her fair palms, raising a sphere of light to cover Jingfeng and Baixue.

Some of the more impatient Sharp-Toothed Burrowing Rats did not even wait for Zhang Kuang to land; they shrieked and leaped into the air, one after another, lunging at him as he hung suspended.

In order not to miss a single detail of their conversation, I pressed my ear gently against the door panel. This way, while I couldn't claim to hear every single movement they made clearly, I could certainly catch eighty or ninety percent of it.

This time, Huang Shaohua lasted half an hour longer than the last. Only when his internal energy was completely exhausted did he ask to stop and rest. Just like that, after merely half an hour of meditation to regulate his breath, he set off on his journey once more.

"Your Highness, this is the very moment you are vying for the throne with the First Prince. Since Zhu Di already favors the First Prince, I fear it is unwise to treat him in such a manner," Old Shadow whispered, advising Qiao Feng after they had stepped out of the tent.

He needed to improve his own strength, but enhancing the combat power of his partner was equally essential. Zhang Kuang considered whether he should find some cultivation techniques for the Black Profound Dragon, but after a moment’s thought, he dismissed the idea. The Black Profound Dragon possessed immense power from birth; perhaps it already held some form of ancient inheritance.

"Hahahaha!" Jehovah laughed aloud at the sight. He turned his head toward Haotian, his face filled with triumph and arrogance, and mocked, "Is this what the people of the Heavenly Court are like?"

Pliers was downstairs, and since he hadn't seen what happened after Du Fei went upstairs, he assumed the one who had struck was him, not Uesugi Sakura.

"Just because you say you didn't kill anyone doesn't mean it’s true. We need evidence," Shen Dan said, sounding somewhat frustrated.

"Because she feels she is tainted and unworthy of you," Shang Xufeng added lazily from the side.

Just how infuriated must she have been by her husband to act in such a hysterical manner? Gu Nianxi’s gaze rested on Qin Aotian’s face, her expression complex.

She noticed that although the two of them appeared to get along quite well, they always had to compete for supremacy. Yet, despite this penchant for rivalry, there were no major conflicts between them.

Seeing Lu Chuhe so eager to explain himself to Gu Nianxi, Xiao Ying grew furious and mocked him mercilessly.

But now, she had a husband and a home. She was deeply worried that she might drift away to some unknown place as she had before, separated from her husband for all eternity.

As these sorrowful memories surfaced in her mind, Gu Nianxi’s eyes grew moist.

She was content and fulfilled, but in Princess Leng Xia’s room, the scene was quite different.

In an instant, the Imperial Guards leaped into the air, landing around the carriage. Their embroidered spring blades spun rapidly in their hands, and cold light slowly coalesced into a protective shroud. Finally, the whirling blades managed to snap every single arrow in mid-air.

She saw his long, pale fingers effortlessly pinching the blade of her embroidered spring sword. She could not move, and in truth, she did not want to.

"..." Qiu Lingyang’s face instantly burned hot, as those fiery images from the past surged back into her mind.