Chapter 66

"Announce! Guo Xi and Yang Qing seek audience!" With the eunuch Lin Zhaoyin's shrill, duck-like voice ringing out, Yang Qing and Guo Xi quickly adjusted their attire and stepped into the hall.

As I surged forward at high speed, Light's Demise, accompanied by soul combo strikes, also quickly targeted Sacred Palace Wing.

Having lost their jobs, they could now be considered street rats. Believing it would not be long before people would no longer catch sight of these traitors in Bilgewater.

In fact, back then, Lu Jingzhong had already commissioned the world's top wedding dress designer to create a gown for me, and it had even been completed. The wedding had also been scheduled at a large cathedral in City C.

Kucha was a military garrison and the very location of the Anxi Protectorate's field headquarters; any slight disturbance was exceedingly difficult to keep from others. Moreover, because Kucha was a vital hub on the southern route of the Silk Road, a great multitude of merchant caravans stopped here. Consequently, almost simultaneously with the departure of the Anxi army, several unidentified merchant caravans also set out.

Earth elemental force moved in accordance with my will, blending into the subterranean soil. Instantly, a thick earthen wall rose, blocking my path before me. Meanwhile, sharp metallic force and violent fiery force surged wildly toward the group from Skyscraper Ridge.

The spectators discussed animatedly among themselves, while Walker had already noticed a man holding a longsword standing in the arena. Draped in fluttering white robes, he appeared utterly dashing and carefree.

This remark finally hit the nail on the head, yet how could I possibly bring myself to call Li Zhengke's mother? What would I even say? Could I possibly utter something like, "Please tell your son to stop lingering here"? It would make me look as if I thought myself some irresistible prize.

This room was immensely vast, measuring well over two or three hundred meters in both length and width, and was furnished with a wide array of instruments and equipment. There were also items resembling operating tables, upon which the residual blood of unknown humans or creatures could faintly be seen.

"Hehe, what is it? Could it be that you've taken a fancy to me? Haha! I've altered my appearance, you know; don't be deceived by my current handsome facade, haha!" I joked with a hearty laugh.

"Yuanyuan, haha, is there any difference between now and just a moment ago?" Yan Yun asked Shen Mengyuan with an embarrassed smile, considering he had teased her just a short while before.

Before Di Chongchao could respond, Tong Xuanyun chimed in first, "Asura King, you said Cang Ge could only be a fierce beast, and I do not deny that point. However, Cang Ge is not some weak creature that falls apart at the slightest touch; he is a dragon—the legendary supreme beast of old, the Dragon God!" She pointed toward a certain spot.

At the time, he had merely instructed Qing Feng to return to the capital to select a thousand men for the camp, so the equipment he had asked Qin Li to prepare was only sufficient for that thousand.

The detention room did not prohibit visitors, but it did forbid any physical contact. Upon learning of Yan Yun's military rank, the soldier did not give him a hard time.

I am not good at arguing; normally, when I am in a good mood, I can ramble on a bit, but when I am truly enraged, I do not wish to utter a single word.

Upon entering the house, the floor was covered entirely with meat and bones, even more so than in the courtyard. Gouzi's home consisted of only a single room, and upon entering, he discovered that neither Gouzi nor his mother was present.

This tragic story suddenly panicked Feng Sui; he dared not imagine what every one of his ascensions over tens of thousands of years had been exchanged for.

Dense blade-like protrusions bulged from his body, making the metallic layer much thinner. A bone blade pierced straight through several zombies and lunged directly toward Yan Yun's chest.

A dozen counts later, Goshin Yumi slowly lowered her hands, a deep sense of astonishment welling up within her. She had been unable to sense even the location of the Corpse Soul Demon Princess—could she truly have broken free from control once again?

What a pity that his cultivation was still only at the early Golden Core stage; without three to five years, it would truly be impossible to break through to the mid Golden Core stage.

Puppet Beast No. 1 pecked at its head, let out a long cry, then flapped its wings and took flight. Activating its acceleration skill, it shot off like a cannonball and vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.

She felt a profound and overwhelming sorrow, her chest feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton. She could not help pressing her hand over her heart as large, heavy teardrops fell.

The system interface instantly changed, displaying a series of different quests accompanied by gold coin rewards and time limits.

"Prince of Ji?" Lu Xi slowly repeated the title. When a prince of the Great Song was enfeoffed as a commandery prince, there were only nineteen such domains in the realm. Commandery princes were easily bestowed, but princes whose fiefs were designated by commandery were few. Lu Xi furrowed her brow slightly.

She stared expressionlessly at the medicine box for a long time, then poured out four red and four white pills, tipping them straight into her mouth to swallow them dry without water.

She had spared no effort in building up favorability ratings because doing so would allow her to gain his trust, exercise her abilities, and offer advice for him to adopt. Yet she never expected that her cleverness would backfire, causing him to harbor other intentions toward her. If she were to enter his inner palace in this manner... Thinking of her future prospects, she could not help but turn bitter of face, while the taste in her mouth became completely flat and dull.

Yuan Chang's trip to Linqiong had also been decided by Wang Jue. The rank of salt official was not particularly high, and the work was quite arduous, but salt and iron had always been lucrative posts. Wang Jue's arrangement for his nephew to go to Linqiong was also intended to temper and train him. There were not many paths that Yuan Chang and Gao Yan could travel together, so as soon as they boarded the boat, Yuan Chang came over to speak with Lu Xi.

Zhao Mingyue nestled comfortably inside the carriage, her spirits buoyant because the road ahead was as bright as could be—even more marvelous than the novel sights of the bustling streets she had encountered upon first scaling the slopes and ridges of the northern frontier.

However, recalling how Mu Qingge had previously boasted that her personal guards far surpassed theirs, this made the remnants of the Mu clan cast unfriendly glances toward the Dragon Fang Guards.

The bravest warriors who charged forward first swung their longspears toward the "Prince of Liang," but unfortunately, Cheng Jingjun blocked the strike with a halberd and swept the attacker off his horse. The rest attempted to surround this "prince," yet they never expected that the seemingly frail prince actually possessed martial arts skills. Holding the reins, he easily evaded their attacks and widened the distance once again.