Chapter 26

Young Master Guo glared at Liang Jiashu in frustration. "No kidding, I realized that ages ago. Relying on a bunch of useless hacks like you? Oh, for heaven’s sake... I’m speechless."

The moment the Second Master had stepped out and laid eyes on him, he had flown into a rage—the first time he had ever been that furious.

All five Immortal Lords of the Western Immortal Emperor’s Manor had been wiped out. The territory of the Western Manor had been carved up between the Northern and Southern Immortal Emperor’s Manors, with the Southern Manor securing one-fifth of the land and receiving significant concessions from the North.

"Alright, alright, I’ll take you next time. Don’t get so worked up now; eat a spirit fruit to calm down." Sima Youyue pressed a spirit fruit to her lips, successfully silencing her.

Su Ke frowned as she looked at the chaotic scene below. Suddenly, she slammed her hand onto the table with a loud crack.

The head of the Human Resources Department shook her hand personally, looking incredibly deferential. Xia Xingchen was flattered, assuming it was out of respect for Yu Zenan. In that moment, her curiosity about Yu Zenan’s true identity grew even deeper.

"You two head back first. I need to take a trip to the Miao border," Xuan Xiao said to Su Yao and Zi Xuan by his side.

He struck the empty air with his palm, and a terrifying force instantly dissipated the activation of the formation disk.

Xia Xingchen was stunned. Through the peephole, she finally saw the man. He wasn't the rigid, solemn figure seen on television; instead, he was wearing a white shirt under a camel-colored trench coat.

Whenever he encountered people like that, he felt a strong urge to fight, but company policy strictly forbade it.

As he spoke, Grandfather pulled a copper coin sword from his robe and lunged toward the old man.

"You’re lying. You’re so old, where could there be any beauty left?" Xia Xiyan released the white hair of Xue Jinyun and plucked a flower from the floral ball in his hand.

The next day, Qi Jingrui opened his eyes to find a soft body in his arms. The steamy, scarlet memories of last night flashed repeatedly through his mind.

"It’s true! I dreamed of him! I saw him in my dreams!" Li Zhengping said, trembling with terror.

Luo Xuyan watched Old Madam Luo’s expression, then lowered her eyes, carefully weighing her thoughts.

"Didn't you say we shouldn't meet at night? It’s not night yet," Gu Jinchen said, unable to bring himself to forbid her from leaving, so he tried a different approach.

When he returned to the classroom, it had already been cleaned, and all the other students had left.

"Fine, you keep an eye on things. I have to go. Tomorrow, once she wakes up, we should get a scan just in case to check for a concussion," Xu Mu said as he reached the door.

Ji Hen frowned. Gazing at those alluring red lips, his heart skipped a beat. Unable to control himself any longer, he gripped the back of her head and kissed her deeply.

Among those present, besides Guo Bin, only Wang Yue understood the true gravity of this battle. The outcome concerned not only the reputation of the Chinese martial arts world against the Lin Yi Kingdom, but also the stability of the entire Jiaozhou region and the power balance between the two.

After writing down the names and birth dates, Bai Zhi took Zhou Tiantian out of the room, gathering all the biscuits and snacks Chu Yan had left on the table into her bag.

By dusk, a palace orchestra began to play on the stage by the Tai Pond. The dragon boat hovered in the water, allowing Li Ye and his concubines to watch and enjoy the performance.

After lunch, Mo Huangnian kept his promise and took her to see the Qin Pavilion in the afternoon, though it was a short visit; twenty minutes later, he led her away.

Madam Yang still remembered the time Feng Qiwen had struck her. Every time she looked at her, she felt a surge of bitter hatred, though deep down, a hint of fear remained.

These ten years had been far too long and far too profound. Let this be... the final memento of her love.

Feng Qiwen was naturally beautiful, and having dressed up carefully today, she possessed a charm that far exceeded her usual understated appearance.

Furthermore, even if Shan Yanjing demanded the bronze waist token back, Fu Xuanyue already knew it was in his possession. If he didn't want to provoke a conflict between the two nations, the token would have to be returned to its rightful owner, Wei Qinglan.

Otherwise, as long as Jin Jitong remained unwilling to speak, Yan Xiangnuan would not deliberately expose the truth. Seeing through things but not speaking of them was a basic principle, especially when it concerned Jin Jitong’s private affairs.

The White Tiger Dean sighed deeply, recalling the White Tiger Ancestor’s first summons. He had been exceptionally nervous and excited, never imagining that the discussion would revolve entirely around Ouyang Tian.

With the sound of clicking springs, the group had already loaded seven bolts into the Star-Falling Crossbow.

"Who? What are you babbling about?" Chen Yihui feigned ignorance, staring at He Chuan with a look of utter confusion.

Yao Ling'er smiled sweetly. "This is all due to your Highness’s brilliance and divine wisdom. I have truly contributed nothing." Her hands, nimble as snakes, reached for the Prince of Ji’s neck to gently knead his tense muscles.

Zhou Yingying had originally been focused on how to make Mo Yi apologize, but now she was so shocked that she began to wonder why Mo Yi would feel the need to apologize at all.

Just then, the first-generation Demon Emperor turned and vanished, leaving only his voice lingering in the Hall of Inheritance, echoing long in Ouyang Long’s ears.

Sang Yan seemed to have been using torture on Melina Weiss, waiting languidly for her to beg for mercy.

Wei Sheng gave a cheeky grin, ignoring Murong Yuyan’s eye-roll. Just as he prepared to help finish off Fei Ying and his companions, another surprise occurred: as if they had pre-arranged it, the three men fled in three different directions the moment Wei Sheng moved to strike.

Both ghosts felt it was inappropriate, but since this was a mission assigned by the General, they needed some sort of justification.

Qi cultivation primarily involves absorbing the spiritual energy from the environment, drawing it into the sea of energy to be refined, and ultimately transforming it into one's own strength.

However, he had indeed heard them talking, and he had indeed received the information from them. He had no way to vent his anger without appearing to be in the wrong.

The attacks of the Blood Dragon Spear relied heavily on the existence of the Blood Dragon spear-soul. Without the dragon, the power of the spear would be greatly diminished.

Gran refused Lena using the same excuse as before. Unyielding, Lena returned to ask again every so often.