Chapter 27: Life Is Known Only to the One Who Lives It

The Manor of the Marquis of Pingjing was a family of great prestige and opulence in Yanjing.

The Xie family stood among the four great clans, yet when Xie Huaishu sought a husband for his daughter, he deliberately looked beyond these aristocratic circles. This was because the Fu family had recently formed a marriage alliance with the Xu family; although Emperor Yongxi said nothing on the surface, Xie Huaishu keenly sensed a hint of imperial displeasure.

He shared a long-standing friendship with the old Marquis of Pingjing. When Xie Yun was a child, the old Marquis had visited the Prime Minister’s residence to see her, finding her as delicate and pure as carved jade...

Aware of the peculiar nature of these crystalline jades, Poison Fiend unleashed his "Nine Curves and Eighteen Rings" directly at Cheng Shangzhong.

He could now simulate the aura of anyone he had ever seen, a branch of his data-manipulation abilities that could shift at will.

Zhou Pei had spoken only to put them at ease, never expecting them to truly go. Soon after, amidst a flurry of rustling, Wang Ning was fitted with filthy iron chains over his entire body, save for his head.

Seeing the Dream Team’s captain begin to lose his composure even before the enemy had launched a formal attack, he could not help but feel anxious for them.

He attempted to channel the dual energies of Yin and Yang, or perhaps the beast-shaped necklace, but the former remained as immovable as a mountain, while the latter had dissipated once he left the site of the statue, rendering it impossible to summon and leaving him with no connection to it now.

The Kamba training camp mandated that the challenged must accept, but it set no rules requiring the challenger to stand on the arena floor, nor did it fix a time for the match.

It turned out that the Eastern Emperor Tai Yi had fallen for the Queen Mother of the West at first sight. After seeing her entourage off and returning to the Heavenly Court, he became restless and unable to eat or sleep, finding himself completely unable to focus on governance as her voice and countenance filled his mind.

Their young master never saw outside guests; he was far too busy with his own indulgences to find time for visitors.

"But with the Boss's current strength, wouldn't entering be a death sentence?" Fuxi asked, clearly agitated.

He had, of course, heard of the grievances between the two families. Just as rumors suggested, Han Qixuan, who doted on his sister to an extreme degree, cared nothing for the bigger picture.

The enemy Guiguzi, realizing he could not escape, charged toward Shiyi, who was forced to use her abilities to take him down.

Furthermore, even at this stage, five-star strength was far ahead of the curve, enough to crush the entire field; it was hard to lose even if one tried.

The arrogance in her tone startled the couple, Yu Simiao and his wife. Having always seen Su Muliao as calm and indifferent, they were surprised to find a brilliance radiating from her now that was genuinely intimidating.

Mofeng Tian’s plain face tightened; he wanted to refuse, but the words would not come.

"It is nothing. I was too forward," Rong Li said, his expression dimming. It was his oversight after all; she was a married woman now, and he should no longer entangle himself with her.

Two days later, A-Jiu finally broke through to the eighth stage of the mortal realm, his perception and strength reaching a new height.

All night, neither Xiao Ying nor I felt sleepy. We sat on the rocks of the hillside and talked until dawn. We discussed everything under the sun, yet we never touched upon matters of the heart. I felt as if an invisible wall stood between us, blocking the contact of our souls.

The village held them for five or six days. Yao Ling only acted as a patron, offering guidance when it came to subduing the fierce ghosts, but otherwise remained detached. When they left, A-Nuo seemed much more mature.

In an instant, the hand the Sixth Prince had extended became incredibly rigid, as if frozen by the cold wind.

She walked up to Jing Shuixin and said with a smile, "It seems I missed quite a lot today. Would you like to tell me what happened?" As she spoke, she sat in a nearby chair.

Just then, as if realizing something, he turned his head and cast his gaze toward the bed.

Lu Xiang subconsciously tugged at her skirt with her hand hanging at her side. When she looked up, she unexpectedly met the youth’s gaze. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her eyes, turning back to stand by Lu Ran’s side.