Chapter 1: There Seems to Be Something Wrong with My Sword

Because the Chongyang Festival had only recently ended, the Ye Prime Minister’s residence had not yet closed its doors. He did not wait for the gatekeeper to announce him, but burst straight in, heading directly for Ye Lingche’s quarters.

The more King Xuan spoke, the colder his spine became, as if a chill had seized his very heart, making his nerves tingle with unease. He could not convince himself it was all mere coincidence.

He frowned slightly. This young man, Hua Meiyan, was someone he recognized—in fact, just a few days ago, this young man had appeared in his own home and had even confessed his feelings to him.

Her figure shifted, and as she lifted her face, it was clear she was reluctant. Tang Ziyan was not unfamiliar with these features; he knew she was a lively underclassman. He had previously noticed the indignant look in her eyes when she secretly glanced at Xiu Qiqi, but he had not expected her to be bold enough to launch a sneak attack.

Ajiu responded, crouched down, and hoisted Huang Yuan-kui’s hands over his own shoulders. Emperor Zhaoming dragged Huang Yuan-kui’s body from behind, and the brothers worked together to lift him onto Ajiu’s back.

No sooner had Xiu Qiqi started to speak than Cai Tiancai felt her heart sink heavily. She watched Xiu Qiqi intently, and, seeing no sign of deceit, felt her head begin to pound.

Zhao Xi, on the other hand, was not worried in the slightest. It would be best if Emperor Mingfeng revealed all his trump cards—then she would be spared the effort of seeking them herself. If Great Yong’s matters could be resolved quietly, nothing would be better; she would only resort to force if absolutely necessary, unwilling to drain the strength of the nation.

Mo Feiluan rose on tiptoe, clinging to his neck, and kissed his blood-stained lips. In her lively gaze, his reflection shimmered.

Though he was unwilling, he did not resist. In silence, his empty right hand reached out into the air and took the heavy medicine chest from her.

"Yi Chentian was just killed by a demon in the Abyss of Hell. Now, only a wisp of his soul remains. In recognition of your loyalty and merit, you may choose to serve in the underworld or enter reincarnation," the judge pronounced.

202? Why did that sound so familiar? And hadn’t Li Xiaonan reserved the entire inn? Why were there still other guests here?

Having slipped smoothly into the palace, Qiu Qianjian immediately hid himself. At last, he encountered a lone eunuch, whom he swiftly knocked unconscious. He stripped off the eunuch’s clothes and put them on himself.

No matter how flawless his previous actions, no matter how great his strength, no matter how much the people of Dahai believed in him or were willing to follow him in rebellion—

Of course, this was only my guess; I kept it to myself, so as not to further burden Old Master Ling with worry.

Chen Fang shouted, and the crowd immediately retreated a few more steps. His stature was so imposing that few dared approach. If struck by his shovel, the pain was enough to make a man wish for death.

"Is that so?" Anno questioned, raising her brow in confusion. Hadn’t her father and Uncle Chris always taught her that to be a strong man one must never be the one beneath? Yet now both advised her not to mind it so much.

"Dad, this was my failing," Bei Canglie admitted outright. Regardless of how secure the hiding place was or how easy it was to find, the fact remained—the bomb had been discovered, and there was nothing more to say.

Even the breathing methods for training and fighting were of great importance. In truth, all Chinese martial arts relied on the breath. For instance, Xingyi Quan training used reverse breathing: inhaling while striking, exhaling while retracting. This was called nourishing. In combat, however, the method was reversed.

Song Qingyin was suddenly dazzled as the cabinet door was flung open. Before she could get her bearings, a dripping wet body pressed down on her. Then, all went dark again—the cabinet door was shut once more.

"Grandma, think again. Is there really nothing you can do?" Lin Youxi couldn’t help but ask, reaching out to grasp the old woman’s hand.

"Nuan Nuan, there will be traces." Other than offering hope and comfort, he was powerless to help.

"I was blinded by greed at the time. She told me to add something to the food while cooking, and also slip it into the drinks."

When the explosion finally subsided, the once-mighty lion-headed celestial beast’s armor and golden mane were left battered and scorched. It looked utterly wretched.

"Damn! The duck was almost in my mouth and now it’s flown away," he cursed helplessly. If this harassment and attrition continued, he would be hard-pressed to endure.

Mo Jieyi found Lu Bobo’s words quite reasonable. He picked up his phone. "Daddy will check." He opened the location app.

Bad news travels fast. In less than half an hour, the gossip had already reached Yun Feier’s ears.

In the days that followed, he refined twenty Golden Dao Pills, each having undergone seven rounds of resistance, all of exceptionally high quality.

Initially, the bone-trees sought to break through and attack, but who could have foreseen a swarm of shadowy, otherworldly ghosts would descend from the sky? A few of the tree-men immediately swung their arms, thrashing the ghostly horde into black spheres that exploded with rings of inky smoke.

Just as Xia Yinian took out her phone to call Feng Yan, another number appeared on the screen, calling in.

The atmosphere in Huayang Company was tense, and at the chairman’s office in the headquarters of Xi Group, the pressure was just as heavy.

For this reason, after arriving in the waters of Kingdom Island, the Moon Palace aircraft carrier received orders to join the Third Mobile Fleet along with the other three carriers and began preparations for the operation.