Chapter Twenty-Nine: Durant Begs to Become a Male Consort

Zhang Xusheng continued to stroll toward Nalan Xia at a leisurely pace, his speed deceptive. Though Nalan Xia exerted all her strength to flee, in an instant, Zhang Xusheng’s smiling face—a smile that chilled the soul—appeared before her once again.

Gao Zhi pressed his palms together and bowed sharply. A cyan radiance erupted from his hands, manifesting into a massive sword.

Shaking off Xuan Tianming, Feng Yuhang used her old tricks to enter the imperial palace with ease. To others, this place was a forbidden zone, but to her, it was no different from walking into the kitchen of the Prince Yu residence. Even if someone caught a glimpse of her shadow, her ability to vanish instantly would lead them to believe they had simply seen things.

The driver instinctively stepped on the gas, and the car lurched forward, nearly colliding with the police escort vehicle ahead.

Jin Du transformed into a golden-scaled demon python, taking the form of an ancient beast. His strength was formidable; with every roll, he severed vast swathes of white silk-like energy. His golden scales reflected a blinding, dazzling light that shimmered among the stars, dimming the brilliance of the night sky.

Yan Zhi watched as the cracks appeared on his earnest face; before long, it flushed with the same suspicious shade of red as her own.

Thus, when the Grand Priest's forces clashed with Li Bin’s, they charged directly toward the vanguard of Li Bin’s ranks.

After dressing neatly, Tang Baiyu glanced at the sleeping Tang Anqing and Puyu before lifting the curtain to step outside. He hung a string of firecrackers on a branch in the yard and lit them. The crackling sounds echoed through the empty courtyard—the new year had finally arrived.

Some enter the Dao through emotion, others through cruelty and slaughter. There are no constants in this world. To cultivate once more, one must achieve enlightenment of the seven spirits based on the original three. Li Fan had once been cold and devoid of love, his heart lacking desire and filled with a heavy thirst for blood, all because he had entered the Dao through evil thoughts.

"I must say, for two great brigade commanders to be strolling through the streets in civilian clothes and hijacking the rifles of patrol soldiers—you two are quite mischievous, haha..." The speaker was Wu Songlin of the First Provincial Cavalry Brigade, the officer who had accompanied Dong Lei and Ma Zhanshan into the city.

"Actually, I am quite happy to chat with Director Gao and listen to your teachings," Huabin said politely.

Lin Wei showed him everything she had bought, arranging when each item should be used, how to prepare the formula, and the exact quantities required, before finally falling silent.

Ding Kui left time and space for Fan Yuzhen to practice and turned to another camp, where the troops transporting kerosene were stationed.

However, his eldest son, Li Gui, had already died on the battlefield, and his second son, Li Yun, was paralyzed. Now, all hope rested on Li Fan; only he could continue the Li family line.

"Rest assured, as long as you behave, I won't make things difficult for you," Li Fan said, lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed.

Sweat poured down his body, and his fingers dug into the ground, gouging five deep furrows into the floor. Li Fan bared his teeth in a grotesque expression. Unable to bear it any longer, he let out a roar toward the heavens. His internal energy surged, and from his throat came the sound of a dragon’s cry.

In truth, this was written only to save face for Soviet Russia; in reality, a suspension was equivalent to a cancellation.

Mu Yuncheng knew that Qianji Mountain would not let him go so easily, so he neither shouted nor struggled, simply sitting down on the ground.

A few days ago, Anqi had moved in, claiming she wanted to personally oversee the wedding preparations, though in reality, she was there to keep an eye on Zhuo Ling.

Before leaving, Mu Yuncheng pulled the old butler into a corner for a whispered conversation. Ye Feiyu and Chu Shuiyao only saw the butler nodding repeatedly. Afterward, Mu Yuncheng parted ways with him and exited the Ai residence with the other two.

"Damn you, I'll kill you!" Qin Tian erupted in fury and immediately moved to strike the man, but Zhao Yazhi pulled him back.

"It has nothing to do with me?" Han Qilu repeated her words, his right hand unconsciously clenching into a fist.

Upon hearing this, Du Yu felt relieved. He bowed deeply to King Starbucks to show his gratitude. Though it was late, King Starbucks dared not linger at Du Yu's residence for long. After explaining the situation, he bid farewell and returned to his own quarters via the secret passage.

"Very well, let's go!" Mu Yuncheng agreed immediately. Being impatient, he jumped off the bed, ready to depart.

However, he was no longer at ease regarding Nangong Zheng. With the war at the front lines intensifying, he feared that failing to oversee the transport of provisions would damage army morale. He decided to station his troops outside Wuyang City and stay personally at the Marquis's residence with his guards, refusing to give Nangong Zheng any room to breathe.

Thus, Chen Tian flew alone in his private jet, the *Heavenly Dragon*, and landed openly at San Francisco International Airport. Meanwhile, Cleo led a group of elites from the Godfather’s family to infiltrate San Francisco in secret.

She was no longer the Mu Wanshang of the past. Since she lacked martial arts, she had to learn to endure if she wished to survive and take her revenge.

Zhang Bofa truly did not want to stay in the hospital any longer. Although the facilities were excellent, being a patient made him hyper-aware of his illness. Returning home would be much better for his state of mind.

The Arakkoa had emerged from their nests, establishing a new town in the ruins north of Skettis to prepare for its reclamation. In truth, they could have occupied Skettis already, but without the curse of Terokk lifted, they dared not enter.

In other words, there would be no money left after the division of assets, yet the debts would have to be repaid together. Li Mingyu had played his trump card; his intelligence had finally returned, and he was finding ways to demand compensation.

Naturally, it was not just these four; some of the younger generation eager to broaden their horizons, such as Miao Daoyi’s younger sister, Miao Die, were also among them.

In the outermost cell, the two villagers they had imprisoned first were naturally released. The entire basement was empty. Fortunately, whether due to a lapse in judgment or misplaced confidence in the chains, Que An had not changed the password to the iron door. The two successfully snuck out, only to realize upon reaching the surface that it was already broad daylight.