Volume One, Chapter 106: The Mind-Control Herb

“What did you discover?” Murong Yunyi’s voice was low and hoarse, laced with a barely perceptible tension.

But Gu Xuanjin was captivated by that smile, so full of charm and allure that he leaned in foolishly and said, “My beauty, come wander the world with me.” His heart skipped a beat, a flash of resolve gleaming in his eyes.

Organizing a wedding in just half a month was somewhat rushed, even for a powerful family. From the plans, it was clear the Su family intended to keep it simple—both the venue and decorations were modest, lacking the grandeur typical of the seven great clans.

Moreover, Geling belatedly realized that the old emperor didn’t actually need any rare elixirs; a single longevity fruit would suffice. There was no need to annihilate the Divine Protection Empire or seize the Heavenly Dragon Pill.

“Elixirs?” Chi Shuyan suddenly recalled that Taoist masters did indeed rely on medicinal pills, especially secretive clans that possessed both spiritual ores and alchemical concoctions.

Using these eighteen peculiar islands to complete an unprecedented magical array was entirely feasible from a magical perspective. While a magical array requires coherence and unity, executing some extraordinarily large-scale spells demands not just one, but multiple arrays activated simultaneously.

Since Zhao Junsheng led his army south to wage several months-long battles against Liu Song, normal diplomatic relations between the two nations had yet to fully recover, and civilian exchanges were naturally out of the question.

After finishing his business, Tang Shui walked over from the Eastern Inn, just in time to encounter the carriage driven by Mei Ying.

Unfortunately, the returning maid reported that Wang Chen was out on official business and not in the embroidery room. Su Jin frowned as she glanced at Su Yanru sitting calmly nearby, whose expression remained composed and unflustered.

By then, the sun had nearly set in the west. Chen Qian felt a keen loneliness in this place, uncertain of where she was.

The swordsman carefully listened to the various sects’ reactions after the ambush; no unfavorable news concerning himself seemed to have surfaced. This eased his heart slightly.

With a heavy sigh, Elder Faming began telling the swordsman a story long buried for eighteen years.

Liu Xiu’s confidence unsettled Zhou Yu; if Ling Tong was gravely wounded, the outcome could be disastrous.

Because the matriarch’s mourning period had yet to conclude, Tao’s funeral was hastily conducted before sending the coffin to the ancestral residence.

Typically, gemstone dealers would separate out lead ore beforehand and handle it collectively, since unsellable ore had to be processed internally. This batch was newly arrived, and the person in charge had not yet dealt with it.

Last night was definitely the earliest he had gone to bed in recent memory, as he was usually out drinking, eating skewers, or busy gaming.

Li Shuxian and Nalan Rong exchanged a wordless glance, then focused their attention on the jade thumb ring displayed on the auction platform.

She returned anxiously to her courtyard, wondering if she had inadvertently revealed a flaw.

When Xue Nan saw Old Wu reaching to touch her cheek, she quickly hid behind Zhen Ziqi, who shielded her from Old Wu’s touch.

Mo Heng’s entire right hand was drenched in blood, a gruesome wound gaping on his back with his whole torso soaked through, his face pale to a frightening degree.

At the city gate, a squad of armored soldiers from the Wenyue Kingdom stood guard, occasionally stopping and questioning anyone deemed suspicious.

Upon hearing such confident and domineering words, the atmosphere instantly froze as if the vitality outside the withered pavilion was suddenly crystallized into ice. A piercing cold swept from all directions into the pavilion, sharp and biting like blades of ice.