Volume 1, Chapter 55: Seeking a Mount

Although the temporal retrospective projection provided by Lu Neng was somewhat blurred, matching the silhouettes proved beyond a doubt that it was indeed the man right before them.

Shen Chuan’s final words were spoken because Gu Jingning had succeeded, making it necessary for him to supplement the situation with his perspective.

Father Yun glanced at Mother Yun as she entered through the doorway, his lips moving as if to speak, though in the end he held his tongue. He merely muttered silently to himself, wondering just who it was that had spent their nights tossing and turning in sleepless anxiety, consumed by worry day after day.

Everyone was startled. Chenyu flashed instantly to Fang Dongliang’s side. "What is wrong with you?!" she cried, her voice laced with genuine alarm.

It was precisely because of this that the few of them heard the sound of the debris being stepped upon, thereby discovering the arrival of the mysterious figure.

The temporary store manager stated bluntly that if Yun Xijia refused to leave, she would become the manager next, yet Yun Xijia still declined.

Zheng Ming once again felt his consciousness spin wildly. He felt as though he had been plunged into a body of water, and upon breaching the surface, a heavy viscous resistance and the crushing pressure of the water met him head-on.

Entering Feiyu Pavilion, Ye Xiao gently laid Luo Qingqiu upon the bed. At that moment, Luo Qingqiu lay unconscious, her brow furrowed in pain. This young woman had always been as cold as a drawn sword, utterly unconcerned with adornment or attire, her hair forever falling loosely about her shoulders, her face devoid of powder or rouge, yet she possessed a breathtaking, soul-stirring beauty.

After only a moment, Zhang Jingtao felt as though his entire body were about to burst asunder, causing him to cry out internally in alarm, Oh my cake! My god! Save me!

The moment any hint of danger or harm arose, it would instantly halt its action and seek guidance, carefully analyzing and explaining the pros and cons before leaving the final decision entirely in Xiang Yuan's hands.

"I never expected that I would still let you make it here... But it matters not, for I have invited Elder Zu to serve as your opponent!" Cai Mu stared fixedly at Lin Di, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Mu Xuanye deliberated on how to broach the subject. He was naturally a man of few words, and now, standing before a maiden who both captured his heart and toward whom he felt a deep sense of guilt, he truly had no idea where to begin.

The black raven let out a single caw, the feathers upon its head bristling upright. The black-haired girl, who had been slowly creeping upward, halted in her tracks and stared once more at the raven. Clearly, she harbored reservations regarding the bird and lacked the absolute certainty of killing it without a misstep.

The hastily arriving envoy from the State of Chu was barred at the entrance by several imperial guards, having raised a noisy commotion for quite some time. Naturally plump and fair-skinned, he was not only flushed crimson under the scorching glare of the sun, but was also sweating profusely.

The world described her thus: there was nothing in this realm she did not wish to steal, and nothing she could not successfully steal.

If she remembered correctly, Lady Kang, the Princess Consort of Huaiyang in her past life, had passed away in the fifth year of Yongchang. Given that it was currently the third year of Yongchang, allowing for a full reckoning, the Princess Consort of Huaiyang had a mere two years left to live?

"My Princess, I truly wish to help the Prince, for the Divine Wood Army was extricated from peril with his assistance. Even merely as a repayment of a debt of gratitude, this is what I ought to do," Muye offered by way of explanation, though Murong Nuo sensed that these words did not encompass the whole truth.

Lu Dajun glared in frustrated anxiety, berating himself for not speaking up sooner and allowing such a rare opportunity to curry favor to be snatched away by another.

Eldest Madam Jiang chuckled along as well. In her view, this was simply a failure of upbringing on Madam Jiang's part; once she herself took charge of properly guiding Zhou Tingyun, things would undoubtedly be different.

Should he not be, he hoped she would live on well—living for his sake, yet never forgetting him.

Shuozhou bordered Beilin, and in previous years when it faced disasters and bandit incursions, it was Beilin that had lent a helping hand. The prefect was profoundly grateful, which was why the grand army met with completely unobstructed passage as they traversed Shuozhou.

Before the golden abacus beads of the Golden Abacus could finish their brisk clicking, he was greeted first by a disorienting, palm-sized reward.

Zhao Qing slowly exhaled, feeling a profound sense of ease and comfort as that unsettling premonition vanished without a trace.

Every single brick and tile within the courtyard was of the finest quality. The roof tiles even extravagantly consisted of glazed pottery, while the bizarre, jagged stones adorning the grounds were arranged according to meticulous geomantic principles.

Her parents had entered into a family-arranged marriage, and her mother was a native of the Li State... As for the so-called elder brother, he was merely an adopted son taken in by her father.

Bai Linglong countered with a sweeping stroke of her broom, striking Bai Old Madam squarely across the mouth and driving her foul stream of curses right back down into her stomach.

Bilan fell into deep, agonizing thought, even pressing her palms over her ears, unwilling to let the detective unveil the truth before she could deduce the answer herself.

"As long as you like it, take some home with you when you return. You can practice making it; Auntie Gu won't disturb you any longer." Having received her reply, Madam Gu departed with satisfaction.

Madam Ma currently maintained close relations with Luo Ruo, growing increasingly distant from the Duke's estate. Ordinarily, she only made perfunctory appearances out of superficial courtesy, and her inquiries now stemmed entirely from a detached desire to watch the spectacle unfold.

"Dad, hurry inside," Ling Er said to Ling Dakun, before flashing a smile at Sister Wang. Once Ling Dakun stepped across the threshold, she firmly clicked the iron gate shut.

Her brow arched sharply, and she immediately retreated with utmost caution, just in time to see the innermost door standing open and a player rummaging through her belongings.

She likely held not a shred of affection for that so-called clan, and staying within the Jiang family offered far less warmth than remaining by his side, rendering any thought of returning entirely meaningless.

This had little to do with fans. Ever since the WT Esports Club had reached its current stage, it had frequently served as nothing more than a backdrop for others, commanding few fans and attracting minimal attention.

Compared to a century ago, he had grown vastly more powerful. Under the nurturing nourishment of the Feathered Jade Butterfly, the level of his physical vessel and divine power was now no different from that of a Red Dust Immortal; he lacked only the shattering of his personal laws beyond the universe's boundaries and a final sublimation to truly break through and become a genuine Red Dust Immortal.

The surrounding closed doors remained wooden structures, secured simply by latch-bolts from the nineteen-eighties, some of which even had their fastening nails completely rusted away.

After analyzing the dietary structure of the Red Third Company, Zhaozi Long concluded that the cooking squad lacked sufficient variety in updating their menu. Consuming the same dishes day in and day out over the years had caused the soldiers to lose their appetite and grow weary of the food.

"My sister... You madmen devoid of conscience, give me back my sister." Completely disregarding her dignity and casting aside her very life, Ye Suman rushed headlong toward the bank.

"What? Sold? What do you mean by sold?!" He Xi asked anxiously via WeChat in a fury of indignation, hurling the question at Pupu Gupu.

He Xi watched in utter shock as Da Shanmeng’s face began to contort. Countless scales pierced outward through his skin, his eyes expanded grotesquely with pupils narrowing into sharp slits, and two hard, backward-sweeping horns sprouted from behind his ears... Good heavens... Was he a demon?

His pupils constricted and a shudder wracked his entire body, for he felt the formidable recoil force transmitted back through the spear, which was so powerful it nearly caused him to cough up blood.

Xu Fan was not merely a bloodthirsty fiend driven solely by slaughter; he was a man of flesh and blood who repaid kindness with gratitude. To the Azure Dragon, this was undoubtedly exceptionally good news.