Volume 1, Chapter 37: Grandparents Give Their Blessing

After returning to the village with their purchases, the first thing Jiang Yuan did upon entering the house was head straight for the kitchen.

"Don't be so impatient," Lu Xiuyi cautioned, carrying the bags behind her.

"Mhm," Jiang Yuan replied dismissively. Her enthusiasm was running too high for her to pay any heed to his words.

Unable to dissuade her, Lu Xiuyi took the items into the kitchen, washed his hands, and set to work helping her.

Advancing from the cultivation of the Void Path into the three realms of the Illusory Dust, and mastering the power to command all things to become a rebel practitioner of the Qi Path—this was what truly laid the foundation for Xiang Ning's immortal journey.

Seeing this, the Empress felt a tremor in her heart. She thought to herself, "This is bad. Wan Qing has discovered the location of the Imperial Seal. I must find a way to stop him; he cannot be allowed to obtain it. If he secures the Seal, the Emperor will be in grave danger."

It was quiet here; the yellow sands outside could not blow in. The towering poplar forest wrapped us safely within its embrace. Some herbivores had already begun to graze, but the carnivores were to be pitied, forced to watch the carcasses of dead animals while unable to touch them.

"But what?" Seeing Luo Muli pause, Su Qing could not help but knit her brows. Could this person have yet another condition?

The Ethereal Cultivator nodded, then intently studied the character for "Prohibition" on the ground, his face devoid of any expression.

Seeing this, the soldiers outside the gate followed suit. The group marched in a grand, imposing procession toward the city gates outside the capital.

Qing Xiong, hiding his actions from the Ghost King and Yu Zaoyun, prepared to send word to the Drought Demon, ordering him to seize Hong Jun and bring him back to the Central Plains. The Kun God was even more ruthless; behind Qing Xiong’s back, he issued a second order for the Drought Demon to directly consume Hong Jun's flesh and blood, finishing him off in the Western Regions.

Seeing Nie Rong being seized by the two guards, the Prime Minister was momentarily stunned, his face etched with astonishment.

Qiao Bao retreated immediately after delivering his reply, thinking it best to leave quickly before he was assigned more tasks. Whenever Qiao Yu had something on his mind, it was better to keep one’s distance. Every year when he visited the West Mountain Villa, Qiao Bao felt as if his old bones were about to fall apart.

They had not known what to expect, but upon entering the forest ahead, the two guards were struck dumb by the sight before them.

Assuming the "Two-Character Clamping Goat Stance," he shifted his fists into palms, channeling power from the center of his chest outward. His right palm was forward, elbow bent, fingers tilted upward like a mythical beast’s snout, while his left hand remained behind, palm facing the inner side of his right arm as a protective guard.

"Girl, don't go! It's dangerous!" Wu Hen's expression darkened suddenly. He reached out to conjure a barrier, enclosing himself and Yun Yi within it.

"Actually, things aren't as bad as Brother Feng imagines," Shepi said nonchalantly. "I've investigated that arrogant collateral member of the Chen family; he's just a spoiled heir. After the incident, he tried to get others from the Chen family to intervene, but Chen Kaibing never spoke up, and it was just a few other collateral members stirring the pot."

"Today, the preliminary trials for the disciples of Langfeng have concluded," Hong Qing said, gesturing toward the audience with a smile. "Following tradition, if there are elites from other sects present who wish to test their skills, you are welcome to challenge us!"

"I'll ask again: who cheated?" A blast of sword energy pierced Lu Huaining’s left knee. The pain forced him to drop to one knee.

As she spoke, the nanny produced from her sleeve an invitation already prepared—a vibrant red base with gilded edges—and offered it with both hands, waiting for the maid beside Yun Qianmeng to take it.

Yingxia, standing behind Yun Qianmeng, felt a flicker of annoyance at the tone of the Princess of Nanxun. To be so aggressive—did she really think their Princess was a pushover, to be molded and shaped at will?

"About a thousand, but we were caught completely off guard, and hundreds have already been slaughtered by the Prince of Chu's army..." The guard, flustered by the deputy general's glare, stammered out the situation outside.