Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Reason Why One Cannot Be the Crown Prince

After returning quietly to the palace, Song Jiayin felt heavy-hearted, concerned for the Empress Dowager and anxious about the repercussions of the day's events, which had surely spread through every corner of the court. She felt she ought to at least visit the Ci'an Palace to reassure the Empress Dowager of her safety. Of course, she was well aware that from the moment she stepped through the palace gates, her return was already known to all.

The giant blade, shimmering with golden light, stood in stark contrast to the dark, greenish spirit. Their seemingly grand collision, however, occurred in absolute silence. The giant blade pierced through the faint glow in an instant, descending without pause upon the spirit and cleaving it cleanly in two.

Song Jie was so exasperated he nearly choked. "How did I 'level up'? Stop spouting nonsense!" He was left between laughter and tears.

Yang Weiwei’s eyes lit up instantly. As soon as the first bite was taken, both she and Qiu Mengqi began to sweep across the dining table like famished ghosts.

To save Song He, he had leaped off a thousand-meter-deep cliff. Such an act earned him the unwavering trust of Li Jianguo.

Zhang Yiming quickly stood on his tiptoes and leaped into the air; staying off the ground was the only way to avoid being struck by the electric current.

His sturdy frame shattered the floor-to-ceiling window into a thousand pieces, allowing him to charge into the room without obstruction.

Yet he only stayed for a short while. After lunch, Wei Wuji took his guards and hurried out, which served to strengthen the bond between master and servant.

Hearing this, the demons looked in the direction indicated, only to see two vehicles approaching with their headlights flashing, eventually coming to a slow halt at the gate of the manor.

Caught in a pincer attack by the two masters of the Song family, he could barely manage to cling to life. Silently sensing the dwindling energy within him, he couldn't help but feel a wave of despair; in this situation, death seemed to be his only remaining fate.

After probing for ideas and insights from Qiao Xuan that day, she immediately relayed the information to the Qiao family.

The Artifact Spirit Ancestor spoke grandiosely to intimidate the transformed night owl, making Mu Bai feel embarrassed just listening. The Blood Phoenix, however, adopted a solemn and respectful expression—an instinctive reverence for a predecessor.

"No need, they have things to do, and I can manage on my own. Besides, there are no wild beasts in the Prince's estate, so there is no danger. I'll be back in a flash." With that, she grabbed Yu Ying and ran off.

"Hey! Brother Ye!" Zhou Ke spotted Ye Zheng and greeted him, sitting directly beside him. The seating here was casual; many people weren't sitting with their own music companies, and it was quite common to find friends and sit together to chat.

"Don't worry, how could I not understand the weight of pure music? Regardless, I won't let you lose out." Cai Jianmei felt a bit sheepish and hung up the phone after finishing her sentence.

Finally, his mother came to Lei Dao's courtyard in person, accompanied by the Great Uncle-Master of the Red Lotus Sect.

"In that case, Zhaoxia, go tell Zao'er to brew another pot of tea." Noticing that the teacups beside Song Yuan and Huo Qingsong were empty, Zhaoxia signaled to Lu Erniang and walked out of the living room.

As for the situation in Dongling, a great war had erupted once again. The three super sects had officially declared hostilities; the Kunling Sect and the Yuanhun Sect had temporarily set aside their generations-old grievances, joining forces in an attempt to completely eradicate the Jialan Sect.

"Aunt, things are settled in Dengzhou now. I think I should return to my own estate. Without me there, who knows what a mess it might have become." After staying at the Li residence for a few days, Lu Xiang'er found she could no longer settle in. It wasn't that she wasn't used to the Li residence, but rather that the place lacked the 'scent' of Huo Qingsong.

With words that were sonorous and brimming with conviction, each sentence carried more weight than the last, as if determined to shock the world with every utterance.

Three days later, Xiao Kuang arrived at the valley of the mysterious mansion. Focusing his immense strength, he struck the ground to create a pit over two thousand meters deep, revealing a corner of the estate.