Chapter 63

Chu Ye's words still carried a certain deterrent force; everyone regarded him as an immortal, so naturally they held him in awe and reverence.

It felt like a lifetime, yet perhaps only a fleeting instant, when the Buddhist chants and music echoing from the chime bells suddenly paused, and then shattered directly, vanishing into oblivion.

The Emperor, in the presence of the Empress and Princess Changle, was unwilling to alarm them; as for how to deal with the matter afterward, A Ji already knew what to do.

She withdrew her hand so abruptly that by the time Jun Jiu reacted and tried to pull back her own hand, it was already too late, and her fist flew straight toward Da Jiu.

Nong An gently pulled Feng Xiaoxiao's hand, feeling a sense of reassurance settle in her heart. No matter what, even if she lost many things, at least she still had Feng Xiaoxiao by her side.

Jingping had already gone to the inner hall to watch two veteran midwives massaging her mother's abdomen, while Dongxue was actually performing acupuncture on her mother.

As soon as Ning Cheng heard this, he knew there was a huge problem. Without hesitation, he scooped up Shen Zheng, got onto a horse, and let him guide the way home.

Leaving Zhou Fei's house, Ye Xiao looked somewhat apprehensive. She wondered if Lin Jing had seen the photo she sent earlier. She did not want her whereabouts to be exposed because of this premeditated photograph.

Wu Yuanchen spoke faintly, invoking the Devil Prison Body-Refining Art within his body, and those bleeding wounds healed in an instant.

Hearing this, the figure smiled faintly and then slowly turned around. The man appeared to be around forty years old, looking just like an ordinary middle-class man in a simple linen robe, with a slight smile on his face that gave people a mild sense of reassurance.

During the meal, Wei Shian kept putting food into Mo Bai's bowl, the two chatting and laughing with joy written all over their faces.

As it turned out, just as their previous group had left, the floodwaters had crested that very night. By the next day, the water had even receded by about a foot. Several elderly uncles and patriarchs in the village had even discussed sending someone to the prefectural city to deliver a message once the water retreated back into the riverbed. Who could have imagined that on the third night, a massive flood would surge in, rising instantly to their necks?

However, the call was answered by his assistant, who said that Chairman Xu had just been in a car traffic accident. On the way to the company, the luxury Mercedes-Benz business van he was riding in had been directly T-boned by a sudden, out-of-control concrete mixer truck, and he was currently in the hospital. Hearing this, Xu Tingting was overcome with burning anxiety and hurriedly urged Zhou Feng to rush to the hospital.

"Your Highness, I beg you." Han Yiqian pressed her forehead against the ground again and again, faint bloodstains beginning to show on her brow.

"Should I just go straight out now and announce that I am Han Shijie, the Sword Immortal Han?" After pondering for a moment, Han Shijie shook his head. Knowing that Ye Ren was well aware of his true strength and had even chased him off in defeat that night, he figured that the moment he claimed to be a sword immortal, Ye Ren would be the very first to jump out and hurl curses at him.

Messenger Kong's escape plan was interrupted by Dongfang Ao, making him howl with rage as he unleashed a barrage of fist techniques.

For instance, Jia Xingtian of the Jia Ma Imperial Family, along with the two imperial princesses, all hoped that Xiao Yan would defeat Nalan Yanran.

The two left the alley at a leisurely pace, and after passing through the bustling market, Song Qing glanced back and noticed that the man was no longer following them with such determination.

Han Yue looked closely; this seemed to be a solid mass of rock growing directly out of the ground rather than an artificially stacked rockery, but rather a massive, living stone.

That attack naturally missed its mark, vainly unleashing a thunderclap in the empty air and tearing apart the swirling gray snow across the sky.

Yet these eight living corpses, each shaped like a giant wolf, had dense scales gleaming coldly under the washing rain. Although their clothes were tattered and stained with mud, one could faintly discern that they were once lavish, luxurious embroidered kasayas. Several of them still had ragged hats hanging around their necks, barely recognizable as Vairocana crowns.

A ghostly shadow, barely retaining a humanoid shape, struggled silently and bit by bit out of the darkness beneath the eaves, clutching a handkerchief in its hand.

Yan Qianqian nodded; she also needed some time to calm herself down. Even now, she still felt a sense of unreality regarding everything that had happened over the past two days.

As soon as she spoke, she realized there was a short-haired Daoist priest inside the pavilion. Like a startled cat, the person leaped out of the pavilion in an instant, then put on a well-behaved demeanor to bow respectfully, though her subsequent speech remained rushed and hurried.

After a month of getting along, in the eyes of all the ghosts, Yellow Tail was resourceful and always able to devise solutions, while Li Chang'an possessed great capability and could always resolve problems.

Yi Han was dressed in a suit with a trench coat layered over it. Standing nearly one meter ninety tall, his posture was straight and extraordinary. He was probably unaware himself that he exuded an irresistible radiance in that moment.

An Hua walked over, took her hand, and Liu Siyili smiled back at him before the two of them walked away together.

Murong Jue stopped bouncing his crossed legs, the leisurely expression freezing on his face as he narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a long time.

At that moment, He Chang was running, and the supermarket sales assistant was also running. The two collided at the corner of an aisle with a loud "bang."

With a sharp "bang," the teacup in Rong Qian's grip slipped from her hand and shattered on the ground, splashing water everywhere. Chu Chengchuan, Chengchuan... Her pupils trembled, and her hand clenched tightly.

She said she loved me. Loved me purely, even if—even if I could not give her the love of a complete man, she still loved me.

"Yuan'ai, you child, why are you so lazy? I asked you to see your sister off, and you refused to go!" Old Mrs. Lin scolded Lin Yuan'ai as she walked Lin Shenshen to the door.

"It is truly not our master's intention to slight esteemed guests, but rather that particular guest of honor is of special status... I am afraid even all of you must show him some measure of respect." Faced with such a chaotic situation, Mu Jing remained completely calm.

Shen Heyi's heart sank, knowing that today's events had triggered her, reminding her once again of her identity as an abandoned child.

Yao Qingmu let out a silent sigh of relief in her heart, but she did not look back. Instead, she gently brushed Rong Yan's hand away and slowly walked outward.

"If Lady Luo wishes to leave, naturally this Emperor will not stop you. However, considering my past acquaintance with Luo Yu, I wish to present Luo Yu with a gift. What do you think?" Driven by deep paternal love and watching Luo Qingyue and her group preparing to leave, Jun Lintian spoke up.

"Queen, your cleverness sometimes truly makes me want to kill you." Murong Feiming gave her a grim, chilling look before lowering his gaze to toy with the silver needles in his hand.

A shrill scream pierced the air as those people were all sent flying together, slamming into trees and coughing up blood. The silver needle bounced back, and Baiyou Liuxi reached out to catch it, making the silver needle vanish from his palm.

Anyone else would have simply laughed it off and ignored her. However, Beijue had a mischievous and playful temperament and loved to nitpick over such matters. "Heh heh, of course it's my business."

This clearly demonstrated that his own [Chasing Lightning Central Palace Sword] only appeared to have the upper hand, with sword light enveloping the entire arena, yet in reality, it posed not the slightest threat to Ding Hao.