Volume 1, Chapter 40: How Could Mistress Sun Be the Murderer?

Gu Lan’s smile grew even more radiant. She already possessed a roguish, handsome charm, and when she smiled, her eyes held that unique, spirited exuberance characteristic of a youth.

Listening to the touch of melancholy in Cui Anran’s tone, Ling Hui suddenly recalled that his own past had likely been far from easy. Everyone saw only his current glory, unaware of what he had truly endured to reach this point.

"I have never seen an emperor like him. People the world over covet this position, yet he sits upon it in constant unease. Why not pass it to his own son? No one would question their legitimacy, yet he insists on returning the throne to Mo Junye. It is truly unfathomable..." Liu Yi had been pondering this constantly.

The first stage of the Great Zhou Celestial Star Secret Art—substituting one's own heart for the heart of Heaven—ignited the stars of the heavens within the body.

She snatched the silver from Li Chengying’s hand, and strangely, he did not even feel the silver vanish, sensing only a sudden lightness. Such a movement made him immediately suspicious, and a flicker of doubt appeared on his face.

"Did I not promise you? As long as you let your hair grow long, I will wash and dry it for you," Qiao Siyan said calmly, his deep voice carrying a restrained, understated tone.

Suppressing the terror in his heart, Liang Kai used all his strength to raise his phone, struggling to keep his hand from trembling as he focused the lens on the ghostly hand before him.

He had imagined his meeting with the person before him countless times, but those were mere fantasies. He had expected to meet an aged elder, perhaps someone like the White-Bearded Elder.

But the next moment, the giant Chen Hao let out a cold snort. The space along the East Sea coast shattered as he looked toward Taishang Laojun, hundreds of thousands of miles away, and spoke.

The dream Gu Lan had while sleeping was a prison, and there were people within it; thus, what she saw upon waking was her dream.

Emperor Chu Yuan ordered the execution of Baili Luochuan in seven days. Veteran officials petitioned against it, going so far as to strike their heads against pillars in protest, which threw the volatile Emperor Chu Yuan into a rage. He had them all imprisoned. The old academician of the Mecha Institute knelt before the Yellow Gate once more, and in a fury, the Emperor smashed his table, stripped him of his title, and ordered him to return to his fields.

One by one, meteorite stones were installed onto the flying kites to maximize their power.

He had not yet figured out how to respond to Wei Changqin, and Wei Changqin seemed to have no intention of waiting, turning and walking away.

It was not that they were unwilling to die, but rather, they feared that even if they sacrificed their lives, they would never leave even the faintest shadow in Yu Xin's heart.

Firearms of this era were still weak, and the quality of the soldiers was limited to merely mastering basic marksmanship.

Jin Yu heaved a deep sigh of relief. As his gaze shifted in the dim light, he saw what was on his shoulder and understood why his chin had been itching and why the circulation in his left arm had been cut off.

The two had been traveling for nearly two hours. It was approaching the hour of Xu (7:00 PM to 9:00 PM), and although the sky had already darkened, they still had not seen a town.

For the past few days, Chi Shuyan had remained quietly at school, almost forgetting her ability to tell fortunes. Now, seeing the black energy and the aura of death on both of their foreheads, her gaze sharpened.

"Your Majesty, I never wanted to treat you this way," she whispered, reaching out to touch Long Qishi’s face. But just as her fingertips were a hair’s breadth from his skin, she paused.

Previously, she had caused a huge scene over that gold hairpin, and the two had nearly fallen out completely. He had even been so angry that he threatened to divorce her, only to end up being beaten for it.

Major cinemas began to show great foresight by increasing the screenings for *Life and Death Records of the Immortals*, as their contracts mandated that screening quotas be guaranteed.

As for the bottom line, every prisoner in Impel Down was informed of the rules: those who dared to strike or kill a jailer would face severe punishment, or even immediate execution for serious offenses.

Zhou Jiu looked at the stars flickering in the night sky. Now that it was night, the Nine-Star Formation would exert even greater power.

The convoy continued to advance, reaching the battlefield at dawn, where they rendezvoused with Balalaika.

In fact, Luban's passive ability was a multi-stage damage skill; to unleash its full output, it required one second. If one moved and attacked during that second, the subsequent strafing damage would be interrupted, making it impossible to achieve maximum output.

Especially Zi Huatian, who, seeing him suffer such agony, even wanted to risk his life against the young man in green to vent his rage on Xia Bo’s behalf.

As long as Zhou Jiu died, he could extract Zhou Jiu’s lingering soul and use various methods to harvest his memories and obtain the inheritance within.

With that, he lashed out with a whip, striking the man’s face. A long, bloody wound instantly appeared, and fresh blood streamed down his cheek.

The next instant, everything returned to nothingness, and Mills, exhausted by his injuries and the depletion of his power, collapsed to the ground.

"Just as you expected, the revenge seekers have come knocking. The Prince’s house has been trashed!" Jin Mei-lin messaged Jiang Shan.

"Regarding this matter with Xiao Kai, we are outsiders after all. We do not know the hidden truths or the full story. To rashly believe the words of others and decide another man’s fate is not something we should do. Let us wait until Xiao Kai recovers and hear what he has to say."

The bronze dagger seemed to hear its master's call. *Whoosh!* There was the sound of air being torn apart. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, the bronze blur flashed and reached Ye Zhifan’s side, unable to stop its momentum, and drove straight into the floorboards, where it continued to hum.

In the gloom of the bronze carriage, a pair of bright eyes shimmered with brilliant light. Reflected in that radiance, one could faintly discern a figure lying languidly, outlining an alluring, curvaceous silhouette.

Liu Xunxiang blinked and stealthily released his spiritual consciousness to scan his surroundings. He wanted to see if he was truly the only "person" in the cultivation room at that moment.

Yi Yan had already checked his person earlier; he did not have a single copper coin to his name, so there was no point in even thinking about buying medicinal herbs.

Gu Yuan and the others were even more arrogant, simply sitting down on the ground, showing not the slightest desire to fight.

Jun Yi sighed softly, a trace of surprise in his voice, and for the first time, a look of gravity appeared on his face.