Chapter 27: The Holy Son of Miaojiang’s Beloved, Part 11

In any case, purely based on first impressions, Dong Peici found the young general far more agreeable than Jiang Zhuo. Should something truly develop between them in the future, she could always have someone look into his background then.

For the past few days, his parents, as well as his parents-in-law, had been staying at his home due to his son’s funeral.

Xu Yan muttered to himself, though a flicker of ferocity could not help but flash through his deep, dark eyes.

It was not that his acting was flawed, but rather that his understanding of the character Fan Ren was problematic. Every time he filmed a scene opposite Sun Li, this sense of abrupt dissonance became particularly apparent.

Her eyes gradually reddened, her fingers trembling uncontrollably at her sides, before she reached out to touch the child’s cheek.

It is no exaggeration to say that as the second-ranked family among the six great clans of the provincial capital, Tang Heming could wipe out the Qi family with a single word.

The Zhang woman, however, continued to wail and throw chairs and stools around the room. Gu Baofu felt a pang of heartache over her breaking the furniture, intending to go out and buy replacements.

He had failed to realize his father’s dream of placing in the top six at the Winter Olympics, yet he had executed this routine perfectly.

For a friend who remained completely oblivious, there was no need to reveal the obscure feelings hidden in the older brother’s heart—since he had not spoken of them before, doing so now would only invite unnecessary awkwardness.

Stepping out of the elevator, Li Lu opened the door. Qi Hui set down his belongings and immediately began to grow intimate with her, unable to restrain his impatience.

"Brother Yu, is he really Jiang Kailan?" Xu Sanpao clutched his wrist, his expression still pained, yet laced with suspicion.

On this path once frequently traveled, under the brilliant moonlight, the air surged. Although the architecture of the Imperial Capital remained faintly visible, it was impossible to discern solid objects beyond a distance of twenty feet. A mere hundred-meter stretch of ordinary road within the capital had taken three times longer than usual to traverse.

Under the force of the head-on collision, Chen Feng’s body should have been sent flying backward, yet that did not happen at all.

"That makes sense, but you almost killed him just now, you brute!" Billy said with immediate dissatisfaction.

Li Fangfang’s eyes cleared as she regained her senses. The first thing she saw was the cold, imposing figure of Chen Hao standing by the bed.

Allowing them to make a fuss for a while, Jiang Kailan chased them off, then led Lin Yuhan inside, having her sit in Hong Ziyao’s chair by the window.

Even this single ticket had been obtained only after he had pleaded with Shao Hua for a long time, and she had made an exception for him, which was why he kept it carefully tucked away on his person.

With that, Yan Yuntian had no other choice but to lead the way, and the three of them rushed off in one direction.

"Lin Jiaxi, are you finished yet? He helped us, and you still criticize him? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?" Lin Yuhan, in a fit of rage, shouted out Lin Jiaxi’s full name.

Cultivation sword arts generally refer to the combination of sword finger gestures and mantras paired with a sect’s specific swordsmanship, utilizing the practitioner’s internal true energy to unleash the sect’s maximum lethality. Often, the more advanced the sword arts of the major cultivation sects, the more they lean toward controlling the sword with intent, killing enemies with invisible sword energy.

"Don't worry, when the time comes, we will go to the Immortal Realm to eat whatever we want," Mu Feng said, overjoyed. If for no other reason, the sincerity shown by Fen Yan and Yin Ji was enough.

The lively main hall suddenly emptied. A moment ago, everyone had been cursing brilliantly and laughing heartily; now that they had been silently rebuked, it would be strange indeed if they had the face to stay.

Liu Hang asked, "Dan Mingze, tell me specifically, what did you remember wrong?" But his words failed to catch Dan Mingze’s attention, who continued to stroke the site of his wound.

He really couldn't be bothered to care. Unlike the prideful posturing of someone like Qin Hao, he had virtually no presence at court, save for the occasional game of mahjong with Li Yuan.

"Who was cursing me just now?" Xing Fuchen turned abruptly, his icy gaze fixed on the young man in the off-white suit.

"Hehe, exactly, exactly. Don't worry, Auntie." I chimed in, echoing Liu Chang with a laugh.

"That is no longer important. Go ask the Underworld," Mu Feng said, his expression turning cold. Leaving a lingering afterimage behind, he appeared instantly before the elder and threw a punch.

Liu Wei had not even bothered to observe the position of the bone dragon; he had been waiting, waiting for the creature’s next move.

"Hey, Boss, when are you going to return my staff?" Finally unable to resist, student Xing Fuchen ran out after him to ask.

In truth, without Mu Yi needing to say anything, Sister Meng and the others were already dodging the black light. Having clearly witnessed its extreme corrosive power just moments ago, they had no desire to let even a speck touch them.

Xian Lou kept his head bowed, his face full of gloom, his hand gripping the lightning halberd tightly. He restrained his murderous intent, lest his impulsiveness ruin the Eastern Emperor’s scheme, which would certainly result in a loss outweighing any gain.

Seeing Mu Yi hesitate, He Xi played a trump card, thinking that since the boss had two or three intermediate martial arts manuals anyway, it wouldn't hurt to let Mu Yi learn one.

He channeled the power of the stars to mend Xiao Yan’s wounds. Of course, Xiao Yan did not know that he had already absorbed the Three Thousand Burning Flames at this moment; otherwise, there would have been no need for him to come to the Central Plains.

Lan Shenmin looked at Lan Yue before him. Back in the Dongling Kingdom, he had not yet known his true lineage; he and Lan Yue were cousins, separated by only a few months, yet they were not close. Back then, Lan Yue was free, while he had been forced to hide his talents due to the early naming of a crown prince in Dongling.

"I also believe that with the Old Matriarch here, no one can harm my family. Since I entered the palace, I have not had the energy to concern myself with many things, but should I ever find out who is pulling strings in the shadows, I will certainly not show mercy!" Consort Dou said coldly. She was naturally cold and stunning, and her words caused the Old Matriarch to break into a cold sweat.

Xu Jing wept, her tears falling like rain on a pear blossom. She turned back every three steps, her trembling voice filled with incomparable resolve.

Currently resting in the camp was Yue Xi, who was disguised as Wu Li. Smelling the foul odor of sweat, Yue Xi felt miserable all over. Had she known, she would never have been tempted by Wu Li’s offer and agreed to impersonate him for the night.

"Mu Yi seems to be unable to hold on much longer." Tao Ming looked at Mu Yi’s swaying back and couldn't help but rub his hands together. Mu Yi was the pride of their freshman class, and he did not want to see him fail.

Guan Yihui appeared to be pleading on behalf of Guan Yuhan, but in reality, he was creating an opportunity. On the surface, he was entering the palace to admit his guilt, but his true intent was to find a way in. Once he entered the Lanyue Palace, he would have no trouble seeing Yan Canglan. It had to be said that Guan Yihui was highly calculating; even at such a moment, his mind was still turning eighteen corners.