Volume One, Chapter 56: I Will Be Your Support

He believed that the entire Dao was also searching for this person—perhaps they had already confirmed their identity. But since they did not consult him about the matter, it seemed they had no intention of informing him voluntarily.

On the side of the Northern Alliance and the Grand Alliance, all attention was focused on Lan Jue and the alchemists. Naturally, no one would make things difficult for the tailor. Thus, her return journey was smooth and uneventful.

He realized that people could be so easily content. Seeing her happiness, Lu Jue could not suppress a smile himself, only hoping that the days ahead would be long and plentiful.

“Wood engenders earth!” he called out, turning to Duanmu Zhige and grasping her jade-like hand. A surge of dark energy coursed through his palm, and a powerful suction immediately appeared.

Wanyan Lie’s palm strike had been meant to end Zhou Huaiqi’s life, intending to turn everyone against him. But to his surprise, Zhu Feifei had intercepted the blow for her son. Receiving the attack without any inner strength to protect her, she was naturally gravely wounded.

The celestial rain of stars lasted for a full day. Across the entire continent, regardless of north or south, day or night, all commoners could witness this extraordinary phenomenon.

“Chief Inspector, why are you here?” Although Xuanyuan Hengshang had not yet revealed herself, her unique aura was immediately sensed by Liu Ming.

At the heart of the unfolding snowflake, a strange crystalline core shaped perfectly like a six-petaled snowflake began to emerge, faint and mysterious. It was not white, but entirely transparent—pure as ice. Though this energy core was small, it was exceptionally clean, without the tiniest impurity.

Throughout the Western Alliance, the Papal Castle held a position of paramount importance. It was a beacon of light and the faith of the people. Even the Dark Castle, at least on the surface, dared not oppose the Papal Castle lightly. Otherwise, they would stand in opposition to all of society.

“I’ll go. On my way here, I found some rock salt—the roast meat will be incredible,” said Nine Hands, volunteering.

As Han Yingxue was about to disembark, the carriage from the Xuanyuan household in the capital arrived early and stopped nearby, with Xuanyuan Jing accompanying as well.

Yet, when she begged forgiveness, Yun Xiyan did not voice any blame. The anger in her clear eyes gradually faded. In truth, now that it had been revealed, it was not something shameful.

This time, after parting ways, she would have almost no chance to meet Han Yingxue again once she entered the palace.

He truly lacked the strength to open the door. He knew that once he did, his entire world would change beyond recognition.

Lu Changfeng said no more, but deep in his heart, he was resolute—he would care for her all his life, no matter what she became.

A handsome man in imperial robes slowly placed a white stone on the board. His exquisitely carved face showed no emotion, clearly indifferent to the game. Obviously, his mind was elsewhere.

It was because the foreign fire within his body had made his blood boil, scorching him from the inside out.

Hearing the young man’s cold tone, Yun Xiyan grew even more anxious. It was over—their Jinglan was truly angry.

The supposed reason for their visit was an investigation of the Abyssal Palace on Watatsumi Island. But after arriving, Ying merely sent a Pyro Abyss Mage into the palace, while she led most of the other Abyssal Mages to explore the island’s outskirts.

Her aura was as unfathomable as a deep abyss. When she recalled her first impression of Yuan Lu, his energy had only been at the Golden Immortal level. But now, in such a short time, he had soared to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm—his cultivation matched hers, yet his aura was even more profound.

After she finished speaking, Shi Yan disagreed, signaling her not to interfere in another couple’s affairs.

But what did any of this have to do with Ximu? As long as he regained his strength and found his subordinates, he could rebuild the spaceship and return to the Empire. If certain people knew he was still alive, their expressions would be quite interesting.

Yun Jinchun was not some selfless saint who expected nothing in return; she naturally saw benefits in her actions.

Zhang Yulan said, “Alright, wait a moment—I’ll tell my master, and then we’ll leave.” With that, she stepped out to find her teacher.

What gives you the courage to speak to me like this? This is the Inner Realm—have you forgotten you’re still hanging from the ceiling?

“What do you mean, what’s going on? I’m just filling in schools for fun. It’s not like I’ll get in anyway, so what does it matter which ones I choose? It’s not just me; our whole class is doing the same.” June replied nonchalantly.

The marriage between the Prince of the South and the Song family had taken on a “legendary” air, becoming one of the most talked-about events in the capital recently.

For the past month, afraid of growing too close to Sister Ganyu and risking crossing the line of friendship, he spent his nights at the Hall of Departed Spirits. Occasionally, he would visit Mt. Aozang to see Sister Shenhe.

“You have to queue up,” Xu Yaran said with a bitter smile, not caring at all about Li Yilan’s hand encircling her waist.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yaran immediately felt relieved. She’d been overthinking it. With Nangong Yuhan by Tu Baobao’s side, what could possibly go wrong? Nangong Yuhan was treating Tu Baobao like the most precious treasure—nothing would happen.

But when she looked up at the clock on the wall, it read eight forty-five. There were still fifteen minutes before work began, so what were all these people doing here? Tu Baobao was thoroughly bewildered.

This was one of the flaws in cultivating dark gu: once the insects sensed their host had suffered a fatal wound and their life force was ebbing away, they would mercilessly turn on their host, preparing to wait for the next one.

“Tianqing, you’re back.” The speaker had a cherubic face—anyone unaware would think he was no older than his teens. Who would guess he was actually over a hundred years old? Zhang Fan glanced at him, certain he had not seen this person during his time at Green Linglong.