Volume 1 Chapter 22: Discovered

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Gazing at his heavily intoxicated face, her delicate brows instinctively furrowed, and her steps unconsciously brought her closer to him. Chen Feng kept speaking softly beside Xin Yue’er, his voice growing hoarse, then choking up, his heart aching relentlessly, yet he did not stop. He hoped, perhaps, that she could still hear him.

The pure white-furred, slightly plump cage dog had originally curled up comfortably at Yu Jiuyi’s feet, its body in a tight ball, its muzzle resting on Yu Jiuyi’s shoe, dozing peacefully. The worn gray Taoist robe, lengthened by Yu Jiuyi’s seated position, hung softly to the ground, shielding the dog from the wind and blocking the light.

Mo Tianluo fanned her own face as if to summon a cool breeze to dispel the heat surrounding her.

“Do you want me to meet the King of Hell?” Granny Liu blurted out the words that Su Yun Da dared not say.

Dudu seemed to understand her, rubbing her palm with its obsidian-like eyes fixed intently on her.

“He’s still a child!” Duan Ling comforted Xingbao with a hand stroking his head while glaring at Zhen Xing.

“Hopefully, this is another new inner world,” Gu Huan said as she fetched her notebook, carefully recording the messages left by online friends.

Though he wanted to agree, Fujino knew this man could not—nor did he wish to become a sinner himself.

Reaching a tree without identifying it, he dropped the wild hare. Suddenly, a sharp gunshot rang out with a “whoosh.” Zhao Aiguo, however, showed no fear and strode forward boldly.

After a brief silence, Dou Wei laughed, “I can promise you that, but not now. If it’s to be done, it will have to wait until after the Spring Festival.”

Meanwhile, Zhan Tianba accepted Old Liang as his sworn father, sincerely caring for the two elders in their old age. Thus, he took on the duties of both housekeeper and laborer for Old Liang’s family.

“Rest assured! Even if I fail the exam, I won’t obey orders blindly as before. I will follow what is good and change what is not,” said Qidian.

Whether the old party, the eunuch faction, or the founding noble powers, all formed the most solid foundation beneath Emperor Chongkang’s throne.

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Meanwhile, Miss Lan Yi offered money to Mr. Liang, but Liang Xinhui refused. Lan Yi, though poor, was not one to take advantage of others and refused to give up so easily.

Que’s voice was dry and hoarse, evoking the image of a serpent gliding through a damp cave—cold and chilling.

“Five Elements Immortal Image Technique!” Jiang Chang’an responded hastily, a golden-armored giant beast guarding before him. Yet, as the golden light gathered, a gentle wave of the hand scattered it like dissipating smoke, leaving the golden beast fractured and vanishing.

The situation worsened with each word, causing hearts to tremble. Lu Qinghan truly understood what it meant that human words can be feared and that some bear the face of man but the heart of a beast.

Que did not look toward the explosion’s center; his gaze remained fixed on Ling Yin as always.

“They may hold high power, but they do not understand how to govern. I have concluded that a minister should: delight in what the emperor delights in, and worry over what the emperor worries over,” Yin Zhonghai said, wearing an expression of pride, as if he had discovered some great truth.

When Bai Jin Xiu asked if I sensed something different, her tone suddenly lowered, becoming ambiguous and probing.

The laughter that followed made the guards realize their suspicions were true. In the darkness, malicious and evil auras suddenly revealed themselves without concealment.

A sharp blade flashed under the stars as Song Tianwen’s snowy-white head shot up; Zhang Lianghua grabbed it in his left hand.

Listening to the threatening words, Chu Yao calmed down. As long as he could locate the opponent precisely, defeat was not impossible. “If you want me out, I’ll come out. Wouldn’t that ruin my face?” his voice casual, Chu Yao prepared for a battle of wits and strength with the Gu King.

Ling Kong stared wide-eyed at the silver pagoda overhead. Despite the terrifying chaotic space and poisonous sand attacks, the pagoda’s form remained unchanged, but its once dazzling silver-white glow rapidly faded. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the silver pagoda shattered.

When the spears clashed, a muffled thunderclap suddenly echoed from the sky, striking down toward the Dragon Soul Beast below.

Whether in the Nine Netherworld, the ancestral shrine on Flower Family’s isolated island, or the raceway beneath Pear Blossom Mountain, Lu Ning had no time to study the murals carefully—even if he had, he would not have connected their depictions to his own origins.

The burrowing mole felt a chilling sensation in its limbs, followed by a pain far surpassing before, striking suddenly.

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The Ancient Martial Tower, Burning Dao Heavenly Blade, and Eightfold Stones descended, merging into the demonic forbidden land. Ling Feng’s body trembled as infinite demonic power surged wildly. The power from ten thousand years ago had not fully dissipated on Divine Martial Star but was confined within the Soul Devouring Pearl, fusing into his body.

On his way, Gu Chenfeng checked once to see her sleeping soundly, then quietly withdrew without disturbance.

Returning home, when Tao Tao lay on the bed, he deeply felt the truth of the saying: A golden or silver nest is not as good as one’s own doghouse. No matter how beautiful the outside world is, it cannot compare to the security of home.

Feeling proud that his son had done well and knew who he disliked most. Suo Yue had committed such acts and still dared to show up before them—it was as if she had no fear of death.

Grateful eyes looked toward Xiang Chunzao, saying no more. With a door closing behind them, Sister Liu led Han Rui away by the hand.

If he truly had not eaten, the housekeeper’s wife’s call would have come long ago, not waiting for him to ask.

Lin Weiwu returned to her seat and glanced at Ouyang Xuanyu, whose face was ashen. Lin Weiwu tugged at his hand.

Qin Sang remained silent. Zhu Xiangru, seeing his sincerity, thought it likely true. Though reckless, the man was straightforward and honest, unlikely to lie.

In recent years, performances at the Heavenly and Earthly Palace had become commonplace. The popularity of the Heavenly and Earthly Palace far exceeded that of ordinary officials.

At that moment, their footing suddenly stabilized. The group steadied their hearts and looked around, their faces turning pale in shock.