Volume 1, Chapter 60: The Princess's Escape and Kidnapping

"Yibao, if we work hard now, can we ever catch up to the pace of your classmate-cum-best-friend-cum-sister-cum-sworn-confidante?" Tang Jinteng finally revealed his true purpose.

"May I ask if the senior is Lady Meng?" Zhou Liang carried the Netherworld Sword on his back, ready to strike at any moment, yet still asked respectfully.

Even so, relying on his inherent fierce aura and robust physique, he was still able to contend with the Hundred-Night Ghost of that era's strength. Of course, the Hundred-Night Ghost's mindset back then was not like before; he did not intend to kill the fellow before him, but rather wanted to understand him better, and thus did not use his full strength in the combat.

Plowing through the sea of people to reach Miku's lounge was obviously an unrealistic endeavor, so Liuxing took out a flight talisman in a corner where no one would look.

Although they still felt no sleepiness, just nestling close together like this and becoming each other's support brought a deep sense of contentment.

"When did you arrive? By the way, could you please take off your shoes first?" Liuxing watched as Sastin walked in without removing his shoes, which made Liuxing, who had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, feel quite uncomfortable.

Lin Jinhong knew he wanted to ask about Wang Ji and the others, so he nodded. The two entered Director Huang's office, lit cigarettes respectively, and Director Huang had someone brew two bowls of instant noodles and bring them over.

Tang Jinteng always woke up first. After washing up, he would drag her up, chase her into the bathroom to freshen up, while he stayed behind to tidy up the bed.

He glanced up toward the nine heavens, a trace of doubt flashing across his eyes, and then his figure vanished. It seemed he had also entered the netherworld, but would the reinforcements from his sect that he spoke of be able to arrive in time?

"To think they actually crossed over. The momentum of that flying sword is so domineering..." Centipede King looked at the scene in the swamp, still haunted by lingering fear.

Instantly, Nezha's figure fell straight backward, only having time to let out a miserable cry before clutching his head and screaming incessantly.

Beneath the cauldron, earthly flames burned fiercely, while inside the cauldron were rare herbs and spiritual medicines, all brimming with surging vital essence.

Four or five players appeared before Murong Xian. The leader was in his early thirties, with stubble on his face and a slight smile. He was of average height, rather robust, and sported a slight beer belly, carrying a refined, gleaming broadsword on his shoulder.

Deacon Sun traced the source of the sound and saw it was a masked man. However, Deacon Sun did not speak; he merely made a "please" gesture toward the figure.

Not knowing how long she had slept, a chorus of noisy commotion drifted in from outside the window. Listening closely, she realized they were all shouting Xuan Yue's name.

Xiao He, Wang Qingya, Murong Xian, and Xun Huake—four top-tier masters of the Heavenly Ranking—had already taken up their respective positions.

In the village square—since this square was not open to the public, coupled with the late hour—the massive square was dead silent, which suited Chen Bazhen and the others just fine for some peace and quiet.

However, after careful deliberation, Xuan Yue discovered that from the moment the fruit was plucked to the time it detonated, there was a delay of about thirty seconds. During this period, the fruit looked no different from before, and even the most powerful person could not detect the slightest clue.

After all, in Di Shitian's dragon-slaying scheme involving the "Seven Weapons," Duan Lang was an indispensable link. If Duan Lang were killed and Di Shitian went berserk, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Originally, he had wanted to step on these fragments to see if they could carry him up to the heavens. The result was deeply disappointing... It was rather like the principle of stepping on one's left foot with one's right foot, or the feeling of pulling oneself up by one's own hair... somewhat similar.

For several consecutive days, everything remained quite calm. Neither the imperial palace nor the capital city experienced any unusual occurrences, or else it certainly could not have escaped the notice of the Dragon-Guarding Guards.

Even with his net worth multiplying rapidly nowadays, relying solely on performances and the imperial court's stipend, it would still take him three to five years to earn that much money.

After the performance concluded, according to custom, a batch of death-row inmates was to be executed here. Originally, there would have been a gladiator match afterward, but because of today's exceptionally brilliant performance, that event was temporarily cancelled.

Hearing her husband's words today, she realized he had been harboring resentment for so long. Qiaoqiao refused to believe this was something her husband—who detested trouble above all else—would come up with on his own; it must have been her mother-in-law and the others who had constantly nagged him about it.

Although the method of holding pear slices in the mouth seemed simple, it was very difficult for ordinary people to actually pull off. Li Guinian offering such a lousy idea to Pei Siyuan would inevitably result in one certain outcome: she would be unable to sleep that night.

Xia Ye was somewhat speechless as all the members of the Xi family stared at her with eager, listening expressions. Why were they all so gossipy?

Whether he was a true god was completely irrelevant; as long as he had the ability to help the nobility change their current plight, the followers would not mind kowtowing to a charlatan.

"Zhu Da, make a trip and tell the beanpole that I will attend the appointment punctually tomorrow night." As Nan Mu said this, a sinister smile flickered across his face.

Hearing this, everyone began to echo Li Guinian's call. After four or five repetitions, when the sound of bells rang out across every corner of Yeting, the people in the palace also understood what was happening.

Later on, she and he competed on the same stage and co-hosted the same broadcast time slot. That was considered the most beautiful time in her life.

Seeing this Wang Fei, who was at the peak of the eight-fold Emperor Realm, so easily defeated by Lei Te, most people on the platform gasped. This fellow's strength was indeed much greater than it had been half a year ago.

Hearing the footsteps, Old Kong turned his head lazily from the recliner. Seeing that the newcomer was Li Dong, he smiled slightly at him.

Shiyao glanced at Huike, said nothing, and then turned back to crouch beside Yun Shixuan's bed.

That was a smiling cry upon waking; that was a tearful joy within a dream—familiar yet blurred into obscurity.