Volume 1, Chapter 21: The Departure of Nanny Zhao

Clear Breeze Pavilion.

Shi Qingqian sent Hongzhu and Lüzhu, along with Nanny Sun, to spend the night inventorying her dowry. After handing Li Si over to Steward Li for settlement, she shut the doors behind her.

Nanny Zhao fell to her knees with a heavy thud.

After hearing Liu Zhi’s words, Feng Yabei’s mind suddenly cleared. Just as he had said, since even the elderly Zhang Dehua’s right leg, which had been slated for amputation, was healed by Ye Luo, it was entirely possible that this silver needle had pierced Liu Zhi’s right leg from a distance.

As the great Confucian master recited the calligraphy written by Mu Chen aloud, the Four Friends of Plum Villa and Xiang Wentian were drawn into a wondrous state of advancement.

Rong Zheng looked toward Yan San, beginning to feel a flicker of worry for him. He wondered if he could truly contend with the secret guards of the Liu residence.

The Thousand-Cloud Sword Formation could not be a fake; the practitioner could not possibly be at the Foundation Establishment stage. They must be at the late or even peak stage of the Golden Core.

Though his words were calm, they seemed to carry the power of the Great Dao, suppressing the voices of the crowd and calming those who had been filled with rage.

"So what? Am I not allowed to grieve the loss of my child?" Li Jingyi could not hide her disappointment. She almost thought maliciously: If Princess Jin-Yang could marry Rong Hai, would it mean she herself would not have to go on living?

Only a rare few vampires knew how to perform the Demon Transformation, and Locke-Rhone could not only perform it but also undergo a second transformation! With his current power, why should he fear even a super-expert at the peak of the Golden Embryo stage from Huaxia?

To ensure that this rare person who did not fear him could live well, the poor creature had to circle around these annoying pests every single day.

"I have already obtained this soul fragment. You can go and threaten that Guo Ziyang now. I really don't get it—is it worth all this trouble?" The man walked to a remote area and tossed a bottle to a man wearing a bamboo hat under the moonlight.

When he looked at Ma Yuesu with lecherous intent while taking his first bite of the snake meat and showed no other reaction, his inner demons had been completely purged. All that talk later about needing the "encouragement" of her gaze was merely an excuse for his eyes to feast upon her.

This ruin was extraordinary. Not every Golden Immortal dares to call themselves an Immortal Lord; an Immortal Lord is a rank below an Immortal King. This proves that the old man from before was by no means ordinary in his lifetime.

Since no one was interrogating him, he had no choice but to squat in the detention center for a few days and see what happened.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, the Ghost Teacher paced the hallway, head tilting left and right as if sniffing for something.

Just then, an aura far surpassing the two of them surged upward, forcing them back into their seats instantly.

For the sake of convenience, Zixin had changed into a tight-fitting outfit, not realizing that it only served to outline her graceful figure all the more.

Yet Wang Ketian had been intent on rooting out the problem entirely, which was why the losses were so heavy... At the time, he certainly would not have listened to any advice.

After entering the academy, Su Qiong and the others had only attended one day of lectures and met only one instructor who taught the quasi-spirit students. This person was the lifeless-looking old man whom the students respectfully called "Master Cai." His expression showed no hint of anything unusual; he maintained that same half-dead demeanor and did not even glance their way.

Ling Tian unslung the Longyuan Sword from his back. Even though it remained in its scabbard, the brilliant sword light it emanated illuminated the surroundings as if it were broad daylight.

How could someone so young and promising not stir a sense of pity in Xue Youran, or a desire to recruit and entrust him with heavy responsibilities?

Ye Feng did not do this for any other reason than to acknowledge the old man’s persistence. Looking at him, he was reminded of himself many years ago—a man who was also incredibly persistent. It was only after his own persistence had met with retaliation that he realized he had been wrong, validating the saying: "One does not give up until they reach the Yellow River."