Volume 1, Chapter 67: I Design It!

Chen Yang and his two companions stayed in the private dining room until past five o'clock; they had to head back.
Driving the carriage in a slightly dazed state, they set off for home and did not arrive until past seven.
Fretful about Chen Yang's well-being, Huang Zhiyao was already waiting for them at home.
"Yang, how did it go? Was everything smooth?"
Chen Ying was the most anxious of all, as it directly concerned whether she would need to continue working in the fields.

Before they could even finish their preparations, a flash of light erupted from Siya's body as she brandished a blood-stained sword and charged straight into the formation.

"Two Masters, to be honest, I have no idea how we managed to repel the Black Tortoise. Every time I fell into a state of demonic possession, I would lose consciousness, and once I recovered, I could not remember anything that happened during that time," Wu Tian said.

Seeing a dragon totem in this alien realm, Xiao Qi felt the slight tension—which had just surged up due to the sudden poisoning of Khelna and Madam Serpent as well as Ruoya's bizarre condition—dissipate entirely the moment he recognized the sculpture's form. All that remained was a profound sense of curiosity and deep familiarity.

Positioned at the very front of Cao's army were several hundred Yizhou defectors. Although they were being used as cannon fodder at the moment, they had no choice but to fight with all their might, because the battlefield they stood upon was none other than Chengdu, their own hometown.

An arrow brushed past Mu Chen, flying toward his rear, where a Wufeng Guard soldier reached out and caught the rapidly hurtling shaft in mid-air.

"Your humble concubine will state this once more: we are merely friends! As for his identity, I am not entirely clear and thus cannot answer Your Majesty's question," Yan Xijun dared not reveal Nangong Hong's name. She felt it was best not to leak any information about him to Chu Yixuan, lest the Emperor grow suspicious and manage to uncover the previous assassination attempt.

The Human Sovereign Scroll within her body circulated, swiftly absorbing the spiritual energy of the jade and continuously refining it. The spiritual energy in her sea of Qi also began to grow at a gradual pace.

"Ning... Ning... Ning..." One day, her grandmother suddenly uttered a few sounds, leaving us utterly stunned once we understood clearly. She was calling out the name of my mother, Su Ning, who had passed away a long time ago.

She had always been afraid of him, particularly terrified of being alone with him, and whenever she was in his company, she would spend half the time in a state of nervous tension.

"That's wonderful! Because of this matter, I was originally scheduled to take a flight back to Liangdu tomorrow, but now I have to delay it by a flight and wait three days before I can leave Mindong," Li Xue said happily upon hearing this.

"Hmph, you're done for already? Your grandpa here hasn't even had enough fun yet," Hua Tianyang said as he climbed back up.

Mei Hanxing refrained from making a move because he knew this palace was bizarre and had no desire to fight within its halls.

I knew that in the depths of his heart, the one he loved was Su Wanniang, the Empress of the Ji Dynasty; he would forever keep that place vacant for her.

Ming Qian abruptly raised her head and hurried into the inner chamber, just in time to see Mr. Yu taking a cyan porcelain pot and pouring some powder into a cup of water.

Hearing this, Xia Yue could only let out a long sigh. Reality was harsh; with her own strength, she was simply no match for the Heavenly Corpse Clan. Even if she wanted to build her power, it was not something that could be achieved in three or five years, making the prospect of revenge utterly hopeless.

If this Lin Mingxi and Luo Mingxuan were truly twins, their blood would certainly mix. If the blood failed to mingle, it would naturally prove that the accusations made by Consort Lan and the others were malicious fabrications entirely devoid of truth.

The white lights continuously merged, radiating the power unique to a thousand worlds out into the cosmos. Then, the newly formed gateway of time and space expanded unceasingly, transforming into the portal of a temporal palace. By stepping inside, one could traverse freely through time.

At these words, everyone was utterly shocked. A saint was a rare sight even once in a millennium, and the Saint Martial realm was a height completely beyond mortals.

Directly in front of the coffin stood a black stone slab, planted vertically into the ground and half-buried in the soil. There was not a single character upon it; it was exceedingly smooth, and felt ice-cold to the touch.