Volume 1, Chapter 54: The Bottleneck

A flash of inspiration struck, and a brilliant idea surged into my mind.

……

Right at that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

Then came a crisp "click" sound.

Ye Lishang displayed immense patience, lingering tenderly upon her lips. He had long since prepared himself to be bitten by her, keeping the kiss surface-level without deepening it.

My breath was growing increasingly scarce, and my chest felt as though it were about to burst with pain. Having held my breath underwater for five minutes was already pushing beyond my absolute limit. I knew all too well that taking in even a single gulp of water would mean releasing this hard-held breath of determination, draining all strength from my limbs.

I could not help but be momentarily stunned; Mom placed a far greater importance on the "Seven-Star Qilin Beast" than I had anticipated. A vague intuition told me there were certain matters kept hidden from me, and perhaps I should simply take this opportunity to lay everything out in the open.

I struggled desperately to make out the person and the characters engraved upon the tombstone, hoping to know something, to remember something. But the night was far too dark, and suffering from night blindness, I could neither see the likeness on the stone nor the inscriptions carved upon it. Thus, all that met my eyes was the cold, unyielding monument.

"You dare to ruin Qiaoqiao's reputation? I'll fight you to the death!" Lan Linyan lunged forward like a madwoman, grabbing Madam Zhong by the hair and forcing her down to the ground.

Qin Ye had only ever mentioned the divorce to his godmother, knowing full well that Qin Shoucheng would never consent to it. He had hoped his godmother would find an opportunity to broach the subject with Qin Shoucheng first. However, she had never found the right moment, which ultimately led to the scene unfolding today.

He was, after all, a sovereign of the underworld. If one were to request his personal intervention, the service fee had to be exceptionally high; otherwise, how could he be distinguished from those ordinary cultivators who merely exorcised ghosts and subdued demons?

Looking back at the plaza, a light mist had begun to form, yet it clung solely to the two banners, gathering without dispersing. The sight was remarkably serene, evoking the ethereal feel of a celestial realm.

Having repeated to Zixia, almost word for word, the exact series of conversations he had previously had with Qingxia, Zixia was left equally dumbfounded.

Naturally, this tender and affectionate scene dealt a heavy blow to Yang Yi as she emerged from the kitchen. With a displeased expression, she slammed a plate of freshly cut fruit onto the table, placed her hands on her hips, and glared fiercely at the two people before her.

It seemed as though bright, pure moonlight were cascading over him, rendering his silhouette even more aloof and ethereal, like the osmanthus tree standing tall upon the moon.

After all, this matter seemingly had no impact whatsoever on the imperial court; it merely meant the addition of a prince consort who collected a stipend without performing any duties.

Presently, having weathered the war against the Western Continent where the War Emperor was defeated, the imperial court maintained a facade of outward brilliance, while inwardly riddled with flaws and vulnerabilities at every turn.

Precisely because of this, she had always maintained a lofty and condescending attitude. In the past, Lin Yu even had to handle the household chores every day and occasionally assist her in washing her feet.

Clearly, that horse had died instantly without even a fraction of struggle because the arrow had been coated with poison.

The vice-principal, an old fox who had navigated the corporate and political waters for many years, instantly formulated an elaborate chain of self-sacrificing stratagems in his mind.

After resting for a full night, Bai Xing entered the Source Realm once again. Every departure from the Source Realm required logging out within a city, and upon re-entering, one would be directly teleported to the central plaza of that city.

For the devout followers of Buddhism in this region, the mental energy and spiritual power they generated were completely unabsorbed by our Buddhist sect, which was by no means a favorable development.

"Are you reluctant to answer, or simply too afraid?" How shrewd Wan Feng was; seeing my silence, he instantly pierced straight through my thoughts.

Siyan pushed open the door to find the home enshrouded in silence and solitude, with only the wall lamp in the living room casting a warm, gentle amber glow.

Subconsciously, she exerted a slight amount of force, attempting to push him away. Unexpectedly, in an effort to comfort her, this man reached out and gently stroked her hair. The sensation was light and tingling, leaving her with an inexplicably pleasant feeling.

Since this news had been leaked by the Tong family, it implied that Tong Yuanjun was actually fully aware of the entire affair.