Volume 1, Chapter 29: I Have a Poem

"Your Majesty, Minister of Rites Chen Jing requests an audience."
Shortly after Song Zhong and Ji Gang had departed, the announcement from a young eunuch sounded from outside the door.
Following this, the six great titans behind him soared into the air, each diving into one of the six nodes of the hexagram.
When I reached the side of the tomb chamber, I took the grenade from Da Tuan’s hand, intending to throw it myself. Third Master Kong and Uncle Zheng had spent a long time surveying the area before marking a general direction for me, explaining that throwing it there would destroy the wall without damaging the other artifacts inside the tomb.
Zhang Lingmiao had used the word "already," telling him to go search the body. I feared the worst had come to pass. She was either already dead or suffering from life-threatening injuries. It was now a critical moment, a race against time to snatch a life from the jaws of death.
One must realize that if Aunt Liu had not found this Purple Luan Zither back then, Jiang Yunxian’s face would have truly been ruined.
Before long, the bubbling on the surface of the water ceased. I watched the faint, eerie light rippling across the surface, a surge of anxiety rising in my heart. Without that oxygen tank, I could not possibly dive into the water, especially with a ferocious taimen lurking below. In my frustration, I took off my swimming goggles and threw them into the river.
Fortunately, the path they chose to descend the mountain was quite secluded and rarely traveled. Otherwise, seeing such a scene, one could only imagine how they might have slandered her.
Upon reaching the State of Chu, Mu Ling could no longer contain his impatience. He flew using his celestial power and, half a month later, returned silently to Pingchuan City.
Xiang Liang’s figure suddenly jolted, and after trading a heavy blow with Chen Baxian, he landed to the side.
"It is merely a token; what could that possibly prove? While I do not know how you stole my token, I have never left the palace, nor have I ever met any Ji Lian. Do not dare to spit such venomous accusations at me." Consort Zhuang was still being stubborn; she truly would not shed a tear until she saw the coffin.
"And as for all of you! Get out and kneel before the gate! Without my command, no one is to stand!" Nangong Li pointed at the officials already kneeling on the ground and shouted coldly.
Just as he had walked a few steps away, he heard a panting voice calling out from behind him, causing him to stop in his tracks instantly.
Looking at the smile on the beauty in his arms, Yuan Xun let out a deep breath, his eyes turning resolute. No matter what, he could not let Haitang return to Wang Yun’s residence.
The student council did a fantastic job in this regard; perhaps they really had been guided by the staff of the Fuji-Q Highland haunted house.
Good heavens, even though he had been beaten beyond recognition, Shakya still wore a beaming smile, truly embodying the spirit of being "unmoved by favor or humiliation."
The bewildered presiding deity could not bother with the dizziness from the slap; he scrambled up and began kowtowing incessantly, begging for mercy.
Chen Yang walked over generously to take his seat, offering a polite smile to the bigwigs around him.
Yet, to their frustration, the moment they dumped that non-primary contract, it immediately rebounded.
A god of disobedience manifesting as a king of the earth—if this news reached the sorcery world, it would be enough to cause a massive uproar, perhaps even sparking a great war.
After all, Xu Changsheng could not be certain when or what Li Shenyue might do to Zhou Kui.
Watching the enemy troops leisurely lighting fires and cooking meals in the Chenggao City he had handed over on a silver platter, Niu Fu felt as though he would grind his teeth to dust.
However, Tang Huang had felt from the very beginning that his guidance would certainly work; after all, for a mechanical girl with the simple-minded traits of a foodie, nothing was more important than a meal.