Chapter 23 (Part I)

Kangxi’s phoenix eyes were dark and profound, revealing no emotion. He did not immediately reject the proposal, but instead cast his gaze around at the officials below.

The two emerged from the secret chamber once more, slipping through the silent streets of Wuding City. As they moved, they gathered intelligence and collected grain.

"The invitations will likely be sent in a few days. Think about what gifts we should prepare," Shen Songlin said.

His pace faltered for a moment on the surface, but he continued forward. Mother Shi, having regained her composure, stood up and bowed.

The Blood Ganoderma was a vivid, brilliant crimson, shimmering like a precious blood-red gemstone and emitting a delicate, alluring fragrance. Its form resembled a blooming crimson flower, with layers of delicate, textured petals.

It could be said that during the Yongle era, Zhu Gaochi handled the affairs of state entirely, and the crown prince’s protégés occupied all the key positions in the imperial court.

He picked it up, and the more he looked, the deeper his brow furrowed. While it was natural for a beginner’s calligraphy to be poor, this was exceptionally ugly. The calligraphy the Crown Prince had produced when he first started learning was far superior to this.

A satisfied smile appeared on Ai Zhenzi’s face. These ten bottles of Essence-Condensing Pills would yield a profit of at least several dozen spirit stones more than usual.

Suddenly, the banquet hall doors swung open again, and a shocking figure stepped inside—Jiang Aiying. Dressed in luxurious garments, she marched into the banquet with an air of smug triumph.

The great mastiff watched, unmoving. It was uncertain whether this massive creature was carnivorous or omnivorous, but there was nowhere to find meat here—unless, perhaps, it were carved from its own body.

Because he was a soul entity, even though Li Tianxia held his breath, he could still clearly perceive the scent.

"Clang..." Mian’s body slammed into a tree, and she fainted, spitting blood.

Their abilities were far too limited. Perhaps they could enter the sea of corpses as if it were an empty land, but they could not fully protect the more than one thousand members of the garrison who could not enter the formation.

There were over five hundred guests present, sitting on the ground with a meter of space between them, which was barely enough to accommodate everyone.

"So miraculous? But I am a pure human; why is my shadow shaped like this?" Li Tianxia asked, still puzzled.

The convoy slowly drove into the valley. Ka Qi quietly crept to my side, signaling for us to turn back. Just then, Long Tianyuan pointed into the distance and made a gesture indicating that someone was approaching; I, too, could hear the roar of engines.

Now, this City of Death stood before us. We looked up at its towering ramparts, our footsteps becoming hesitant. The gates of the fortress were exceptionally quiet, yet in the distance, faint lights flickered, shadows seemed to sway, and the faint sound of music drifted toward us.

It felt more like a respect for the longevity of one’s own life and the knowledge accumulated throughout history.

The cockpit had five seats, but only two were for operators: one pilot and one co-pilot. Xia He sat in the co-pilot’s seat, instructing Abigail on how to maneuver the Fire Crow Mark IV.

This was something any emperor would find difficult to tolerate. Liu Xie was unwilling to act, but if he did not resolve the grain issue, then regardless of his reluctance, he could not watch the livelihoods of the Guanzhong people wither. The progress on the irrigation canals had slowed significantly in the past few days.

He knew that even with the protection of the Wuling Realm, the Master of Wuling Valley had ultimately failed to escape the terrifying backlash and perished. Now, he, Zhan Wuyah, had actually become the final victor.

Watching Ye Kaicheng open the car door for Zhong Yuhan and invite her in before gesturing to him, Xu Zuoyan finally entered the apartment. Behind him, Ye Kaicheng’s car drove away.

Thinking of this, An Ruo felt much more relieved. That guy—he had been so certain about it back then.

After finishing everything, I took out the Mirror of Reincarnation I had secretly brought down. With its Yin and Yang sides, it could reveal the fates of past and future lives. I thought that Xu Nanqin would surely be able to see: the Red Medicine of the past life, and me in the future.

This was a meticulous plan, one that the four of them had decided upon only after long and careful deliberation.

Zhang Hong sighed inwardly. He looked at Yang Biao, hesitated for a moment, but said nothing more. He believed that with Yang Biao’s talent, it was impossible for him not to see this. He did not wish for the previous awkwardness to repeat itself; if Yang Biao already had his own schemes, speaking out like this would only invite ridicule.

The Nine-Tailed Divine Fox’s body was trembling incessantly, and gradually, she began to lose her grip on reason.

Shang Mengqi now appeared to be a kind, older sister from next door, leaving Su Guyan momentarily baffled.

Upon hearing this, Du Ziwen forced out two drops of his essence blood, which fell onto the two immortal swords. In an instant, he established a connection with the blades, just as he had with the Demon-Suppressing and Immortal-Slaying swords.

Not since his battle with the madman a hundred years ago had Zhao Huaian experienced this kind of psychological pressure. Yet, the young cultivator before him had once again made him feel wary.

In just four short days, he had recovered fifty percent of his injuries, his attributes had generally restored, and he had achieved a leap in strength. His hunting grew even more rampant. He started with Tier 1, then moved to Tier 2, and the one he killed today was a Tier 3 plant-type magical beast.

Lei Li struck back with his blade, blasting the door open, and the four of them stepped into the hidden cave. The light emitted by the Golden Blade of the Thunder God illuminated the entire cavern, leaving all four of them astonished.

Over the course of a sumptuous lunch, ten-year-old Sarah became the center of attention. Li Ningyu reminded her in English from time to time to eat slowly and eat less.

Summoning all his strength, he drew his long sword and lunged at Ling Xiaotian, his strikes ruthless and intended to kill.

"Zhang Yang, don't run!" The voices of Long Xiaotian and Tang Pan traveled from afar. By now, I couldn't care less; for the sake of the Golden Marrow, Long Xiaotian would chase me to the ends of the earth.

Pure-blooded dragons are extremely rare, but magical beasts related to dragons are far too numerous; the varieties of sub-dragon species are too many to count.