Volume 1, Chapter 53: Seriously, I'm in tears

Time slipped by in the blink of an eye, and the day of the grand garden party arrived.

This was a major event held once a year.

The noble matrons of the capital, accompanied by their eligible daughters of the direct lineage, all dressed in their finest attire to admire the blooming flowers in the imperial gardens.

Lin Hao cast a swift glance at Yin Jiuwu, then threw a palm strike at him without a second look. Taken aback, Yin Jiuwu hastily raised his defenses.

Urged on by the rumbling sounds of his hunger, my stomach, and then Shasha’s stomach, began to growl in unison.

Yet, never had he imagined that it was precisely because he had absorbed such substances that he was now able to comprehend the natural forces of several elemental attributes. Listening to the other's explanation, Tang Yu felt a sense of utter disbelief.

So many years had passed, and not a single master within the entire Divine Martial Star had ever attained the realm of Immortal Venerable; the absolute peak reached was Transcendence to Sainthood, and even those were few in number.

Those individuals who had previously been shamelessly lingering around the couple gradually dispersed upon hearing these words. The way these two acted all sweet and clingy was truly indescribable, and the crucial point was that their casual dialogue effortlessly revealed they were already living together.

Liao Fei felt his heart skip a beat, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. What was meant to come would eventually arrive; it seemed the Fengling Sect could not escape this calamity after all.

Liu Guan hurriedly took Nangong Yao’s pulse and fed her a spiritual pill, a sigh still lingering in his heart.

I let out an angry snort: "That is absolutely out of the question!" Right after saying this, a sudden realization struck me—wasn't this Poxuan simply trying to disrupt the trap set upon my heavenly soul? What if I merely told him that a trap existed here and that I now possessed only a single heavenly soul?

I subconsciously wanted to leave, wanting to run. I knew that if I didn't flee now, staying here might genuinely cost me my life. Yet, the moment I moved, I suddenly felt as though my knees had lost all support, and with a soft thud, I collapsed to my knees on the ground.

Regardless of whether it was the second genius or the third genius, Chen Zhenjia cared for none of them. The number one spot was the sole target of his pursuit, and no one was allowed to snatch that position away.

Whether it was due to absorbing too many lingering souls or because of Voldemort's cultivation path, Zhang Chen gradually detected a peculiar aura radiating from Voldemort. This aura felt intensely familiar to Zhang Chen, and he was certain he had encountered something remarkably similar elsewhere.

"Minister, none," a wizard brought by Umbridge walked in from outside and reported to her.

Just as they were chipping away at the rock with resounding clangs, the rebels outside the diamond mine discovered something was amiss.

"The military provisions and grain rations were raided by thieves one night, and the very next day, rumors flew everywhere. What do you make of this situation?" A hint of probing colored Cao Ren's tone.

Yusen immediately recalled the energy that manifested around him when he activated his Fire God form—as well as the energy emitted during a few prior instances.

"Dastardly wretches, you must have stolen this king's child!" Feeling thoroughly mocked, the Azure Firmament Blood-Scaled Beast roared in fury, then flapped its massive wings and gave chase to Qin Jingyuan.

"If the rabbit says he won't die, then he probably won't die. It's just that the specific circumstances... remain unclear at the moment. Who knows, maybe nothing at all will happen," Wang Ge said.

Up above, that voice gave no reply, remaining silent for a long while. Afterward, the voice of another person rang out.

Was Duke Bain's diplomatic mission a "compromise" reached between him and Loren Turin, forbidding him from meddling further?

Su Mingyu naturally did not decline either. With poised grace, she finished the cup of gratitude-wine offered by Princess Duanyang.

Eighty-five company commanders and battalion leaders, together with all the students, accepted the baptism of this heavy downpour. In an instant, the vast training ground was veiled in a misty haze. Rows upon rows of olive-green uniforms stood rooted in the rain, completely motionless. Viewed from afar, the sight was one of profound solemnity and tragic beauty.