Volume 1, Chapter 35: Hold These Idiots Down in the Bathtub

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By virtue of this, the ancient martial arts lineage of the Guwu Lan family produced a true martial artist who had completely surpassed the limits of the human body roughly once every hundred years, and that tradition had never been severed.

Deep down, Qiu Su naturally longed to receive the strange old Daoist’s internal energy every day, along with his instruction and guidance in swordsmanship. At the same time, however, he had always felt a faint unease about what he was doing.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was immensely powerful and possessed an exceptionally profound understanding of martial souls. His own Blue Silver Grass concealed secrets, but he was unable to develop them himself.

Long Shen surveyed the vast green meadow within himself. Amid the endless expanse of grass, he noticed something unusual. In one corner, some of the grass had changed color. Compared with the surrounding blades, they were much darker, almost a deep green.

Hearing Ning Rongrong’s breathing gradually settle, Jiang Feng also closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.

Liu Yisheng had not originally been responsible for Chang’an City. However, a year earlier, an inexplicable upheaval had occurred in the Netherworld, leading to repeated battles along its defensive line. To uncover what had truly happened, many teams from the Ancient Agriculture Palace had begun conducting a joint investigation.

As for the final result—who had won and who had lost—the Han Clan had never given a direct reply. Even Duan Changkong, who had served as the referee, offered no answer. He merely said that because the battle had not ended before five o’clock, Long Shen had been granted a special scholarship.

Qiu Su had no idea how skilled the strange old Daoist was, but he figured that flattering him now could do no harm. Whether there were dates on the tree or not, one might as well strike it a few times—perhaps one of the blows would land.

She knew it. There was no need for her to beat around the bush anymore. This nanny was certain to tell her everything.

Ji Nuanxin had always believed that she was never in the wrong and that everyone else was. It was as though everyone in the world had failed her, while she alone was the most pitiful person alive.

Zheng Xiaoyue, who arrived behind Lu Tangtang, remained inside the car for a long time after seeing Lu Tangtang’s back. She did not open the door or get out.

Madam Xue’s face went deathly pale. Her body trembled, and the hand hidden inside her sleeve clenched tightly into a fist.

Moli gripped Nangong Zhu’s shoulder blades with both hands. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and she whimpered aggrievedly.

“Xiao Yan, you were right. I just thought the flowers over here were prettier than those over there, so I brought you here.” Ji Xinliang spoke with a bright, teasing smile.

With the steps of a cat, she once again approached Gao Jianli. The smile at the corners of her lips was hazy and dangerous.

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Lin Mu looked at her strange expression, bit her lip, thought for a moment, and then gestured with her hand.

The vortex in Zhuge Liang’s eyes stirred faintly, as though that single character had somehow provoked him.

“Look!” Yan Chushan slapped his storage pouch, and a mass of spiritual liquid as large as a calf appeared in his hand.

The middle-aged man was named Zhou Tianyu, and he was a fourth-rank divine general of Chongwu Mountain. Ever since the demon rebel Hong Jie had infiltrated the Divine Mountain and been killed, Kong Biao had arranged for him to descend the mountain and investigate whether any remnants of the demon race remained in the nearby villages.

Because if he could reunite with the black-robed elder, his situation would surely improve considerably.

Brother Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Although the Three-Soul World was sealed, entering and leaving it was effortless for him. That made things much easier.

Everyone fell silent. If they could break it open at the cost of suffering severe injuries, they would be willing to try. However, the presence of an unidentified being within that vortex made the matter rather dangerous.

“So, does that mean we’re leaving Yangshan City and departing immediately?” Luo Qiuhong asked anxiously.

Only when he finally saw the edge of the Dead Sea did Ning Yue slow down slightly. Yet the anxiety in his heart did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it intensified.

The entire hall immediately erupted in laughter. Amid everyone’s contemptuous gazes, Golden Kui tucked his tail between his legs and slunk away, not daring even to look back.

Fortunately, after bidding farewell to his master, Xu Chen encountered no further obstacles and finally reached the foot of the mountain safely. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief. At least for the moment, he had escaped danger.

That evening, when they returned to the hotel, only Long Er remained to guard Liu Bin and the others. Long Yi was nowhere to be found.

“Chen Shu, what do we do now? The main gate is locked from the outside. Could it be that the whole family is away?” Ge Chao asked.

“Apologies for the inconvenience, Your Majesty. This commoner will return shortly.” Hao Batou clasped his fists in salute, took a pill from his robes, and indicated that the emperor should swallow it. Then he flew out through the lattice window with nimble grace.

Luo Chao’s heart gave two violent beats. Explosives had been planted beneath this building, and once they detonated, the entire structure would collapse. That Fifth Master was indeed terrifyingly devious. If Yamamoto Zhongtian failed, he would ignite the explosives and bury himself here.

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“Hmph! Since none of you ministers wish to see the two of them beheaded by Me, I shall spare their heads for now, out of consideration for your sake. But remember this, my ministers: you owe Me a favor this time. Do not forget to repay it in the future.” The Jade Emperor spoke with crafty calculation.

Xia Bing gazed at the bowl of medicine in her hands and sighed inwardly. She picked up the spoon and gently stirred the liquid.

With no source for the raw materials, things were manageable at first, since the county’s furniture factories still had some stockpiled supplies. But because new goods had to be made with timber purchased from others, costs had risen by at least fifteen percent.

“I say, Old Zhao, who would have thought that behind that stern face of yours, you were quite the comedian!” Li Xuanfeng clutched his stomach, laughing until tears streamed from his eyes.

“I only found out recently from television. Don’t make me sound like some shameless bootlicker, all right?” Nangong Feng said indignantly. He had merely mentioned it in passing; it was not as though he were an automatic navigation system that knew everything.

After hearing this, Chen Shu glared fiercely at Huo Mingqi once again, but he did not continue reprimanding him in front of Guo Huaiyi. He glanced at his watch, then raised his head and looked toward Huo Mingqi and Guo Huaiyi in the room.

Yulan was now able to get out of bed and walk. Watching her gradually regain her strength filled me with indescribable joy. Having accompanied her every day during this period, I had begun to feel at ease as well.

When Uncle Xu heard me ask that, he hesitated and did not answer immediately. Only after a while did he begin to speak.

The Cao army’s gains in this campaign were even greater than those from the Battle of Baim a. Of the fifty thousand Hebei soldiers, more than thirty thousand were captured and persuaded to surrender by Cao’s forces. Over ten thousand were killed, while only a few thousand escaped with their lives.

Lin Bixiao’s attitude toward Lin Bichi was perfectly clear: she could stay if she wished, and he would provide her with food and lodging. That was the full extent of his benevolence. But if she wanted anything from him in other respects, then he was sorry—it was completely impossible.

Old Brown stared blankly at the sun before him, as though he had never truly understood his own son.

The Xiongnu and Wuhuan had suddenly broken their agreement. There had to be a reason. Boduogen instinctively sensed that the Han people had tampered with matters behind the scenes.

“The senior is correct. This is indeed the rule of Cloudwater Pavilion. However, above that rule, there is another, higher principle.” The shadow hurriedly spoke. He knew that if he failed to explain himself clearly, Mo Ke would not hesitate to kill him.

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