Volume 1, Chapter 32: Xiao Qingyu’s Life Hangs by a Thread

It was not until the afternoon that I rose and slipped into the backyard to dispose of the carcass of the Fire-Scaled Giant Python.

After pondering for a long time, the group could not identify a material that matched it. It was then that a bold idea suddenly occurred to them.

"The bright moon is beautiful, yet it pales before her radiance. Since her name happens to contain the character for 'moon,' it is clear her grace is like the lunar orb—a destiny ordained by the heavens. Let her be named Concubine Yue," the Emperor declared.

As expected, after a single collision, Xunchun Dan’s longsword, just as Yebai had predicted, shattered into countless iron shards under the shadow of the blade.

Though the blood flowing through her veins was that of the Jiang family, it seemed for now that her inner nature was truly that of the Yin family.

The next day, Yebai locked himself in his room, ignoring all greetings. He needed time to calm his heart. Even though his master had spoken of a secret heritage within his family before departing—hard as it was to believe—he found himself hoping that Nieshengchen might truly attain this opportunity.

If it had been mere words, it might have passed as concern for Matron Jin, but what followed left Rong Wanxi torn between laughter and frustration.

Regardless, he had to be killed; his hands were stained with countless lives, and a simple death would be far too merciful. A thousand cuts would not be enough.

Li Dong’s heart was still beating; he had only fainted from excessive blood loss. Realizing this, they finally heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did the group’s attention shift to the demon-human.

The strange phenomenon finally subsided. The moment the anomaly dissipated, the Lord of Chui City requested reinforcements from the Zhou Dynasty, for the treasure guarded by Chui City could not be allowed to fall.

"A year of cultivation should be sufficient. When the time comes, head to Xia City to undergo your tribulation. We shall join you there shortly," Tang Feng said.

Moving on to the third establishment, the result was the same; the man who claimed to be a professional hypnotist had also failed.

"An enraged man is far easier to deal with than a calm one!" The clone waved his hand, and vast stellar energy condensed in his palm, instantly forming a longsword.

Qi Tai did not feel there was anything wrong with the task; he simply wanted to return to Beihai Town and idle his days away. In his previous life, he had been a man of constant toil, never knowing a moment of peace. Qi Tai truly yearned for a life of aimless ease. Alas, it seemed fated that even after transmigrating, he remained a man destined for labor.

Li Hao finished the rest of the meal. He had prepared two servings of rice, but Lin Ya had eaten them all, leaving him with only the side dishes.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming shook his head with a bitter smile. The internet is even more realistic than reality itself. This work would likely drop out of the top ten before long. Its current popularity was merely due to the attractiveness of the cosplayers—a trend that could not be changed overnight.

The moment the curtain rose, a certain shot made Qin Chuan vaguely guess something. Could this be a tragedy? With this question in mind, he continued to watch.

Zhao Gou remained indifferent, while Zhao Yougong and the others wore stern expressions. Only Gao Chong remained the same from beginning to end, like a block of ice.

He had come specifically for Tang Feng. As for how he found this place, he owed it to Miao Ruolan. When he fled, he had left a marker on her dress. As luck would have it, she was wearing that very dress these past two days, making it easy for him to track them.

"Alright, alright, there is no need to be so vigilant. In truth, this sword and I share a certain connection," Ling Yun said, shaking his head with a smile as he looked at Davina, who appeared ready to strike at any moment.

Each word rang out with startling clarity in the darkness. Zhang Xinli’s face was filled with terror. It was Xiaomei—Xiaomei’s ghost had come back to seek revenge.

However, upon reaching the valley entrance, the group clicked their tongues in disappointment. The valley was far from satisfactory; it was only three or four meters wide and pitch black in its depths. How could anyone live there, let alone a purple-tier magical beast?

It seemed this Madam Xu was not a fool after all. Perhaps she had been too restrained before and knew nothing of how to conduct herself as a wife. Now that she had seen the light, if she only put in the effort, mutual affection should not be hard to achieve.

Ye Chengzhi spoke slowly and deliberately, calm and composed, but Xia Xueqing was not as steady. In her bright, watery eyes, an unprecedented terror flickered.

Yet, the top scholar looked so young! Many assumed he was still unmarried because his face was so tender, which was why flowers and handkerchiefs were constantly being thrown his way.

Li Siqin revealed the truth behind why Xia Haitong had been hospitalized with a gunshot wound, but to her surprise, Xia Haitong listened calmly, showing no signs of anger.

Having already received the telegram, Li Shuangwu was well-prepared for a sudden mutiny by Li Yilin. Seeing the young commander arrive in person, he realized the urgency of the situation and hurried to report his military preparations to Situ Xiao.

Without thinking too much, she washed her clothes first. The presidential treatment was indeed different; even the body wash came in new, large bottles, with several brands to choose from.

Gong Jiaxi curled her lip in her heart, though she pretended on the surface that nothing was amiss. She allowed Ou Haiyang to steer the conversation toward the matter she had inquired about the previous night, and it was at this moment that her suspicions were confirmed.

"Why haven't you taken him into the second-floor operating room yet? Perform the surgery there for now, and we can transfer him later," Lu Haoming said irritably, though it was clearly deliberate, tinged with a hint of resentment.

He was right; if the Great Qin family were to attack, no one could protect them. Regardless of Tang Song’s abilities, he could never defeat a level ninety-plus expert, let alone the possibility of there being more than one.