Volume One, Chapter 60: Once in My Hands

The healing effects of the Elixir of Vitality were indeed remarkable. After only a few days of rest, Ji Die's injuries had nearly healed. He tried once more to ride the gourd through the air. After an unknown number of falls, he finally grasped some technique, wobbling as he rode the gourd, hovering just a foot off the ground, flitting back and forth. Though he was far from skilled and could not even make turns, Ji Die was thoroughly exhilarated and continued to practice tirelessly. At last, within a few days, he had mastered the basics.

Elated, he left the cave dwelling, mounted his gourd, and soared into the air, gliding down the mountain. In just a few breaths, he descended from the summit to the foot of the mountain—this speed was far beyond anything running could achieve!

No...

“How did you know?” Sima Yanran was somewhat surprised. It was clear from Li Xiang’s earlier words that he did not know Xie Feizhang, so how could he know the latter’s true nature?

But though the two involved seemed unbothered, it did not mean the onlookers were unconcerned. At least, in the eyes of Lorelei and Weber, this behavior was inappropriate.

This was all because its true form emitted a unique aura or fluctuation, forming an isolated boundary. Without prior knowledge, even an ancient god’s divine perception might fail to sense it.

Thus, before the old bachelor issue was resolved, a new one had arisen, and the bachelors increased day by day, year by year, almost geometrically.

“Listen to yourself—what nonsense are you saying?” Though these were words of reproach, the tone in Qiangzi’s voice sounded more like comfort, revealing his deep affection for his fiancée.

“They’re here!” Zhu Xuanming recalled the figure he had seen earlier, and a tremor ran through his heart. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists and trembled ever so slightly.

“You dared to kill my brother Niu—I'll see you dead!” A leopard demon erupted with a speed surpassing the Qi Perception Realm, transforming into countless phantoms that charged at Shenwu from every direction.

Yu Cang and the others exchanged glances. Hearing Yuan Gang’s explanation, they couldn’t tell if it was true, but it did make sense. The Scorpion King had indeed not been seen before and had only appeared today. Had they truly misjudged this fellow?

Aruba not only mastered the technique of rapid incantation, but also the art of silent chanting, lowering his voice at the cost of extending the casting time. Sakura and Fujino’s careless conversation gave him the opportunity to complete his magic.

Yun Qing found it strange—why had the two stopped playing the shadow-stepping game? Could it be… that her teaching was truly effective?

A little further ahead and they would emerge from the forest. The area beyond was rumored to be even more terrifying; no creature had ever returned after leaving the forest, as if it were a bottomless abyss beneath a cliff.

After more than twenty minutes, the paper effigies were burned to ashes, leaving only a pile of dust on the ground.

In short, the monster had tremendous potential and formidable strength, but it was not yet at its full power; rather, it was still in the process of growing and recovering its strength.

“What’s the matter? Why did you bring Yaya along?” From afar, Qi Shan spotted Li Meixiang’s figure and hurried over, wiping the rain from his face as he spoke.

For a moment, his mind seemed to freeze, and he even forgot to hide his embarrassment.

The suit of armor, placed in the center of the courtyard fountain, was an abrupt patch of black amidst the surrounding pale gold, a striking contrast. But with the milky-white spray of the fountain behind it, its exquisite craftsmanship evoked the work of a master artist, and it possessed an undeniable beauty.

As the lava beast swung its two massive arms, waves of intense heat surged, sweeping toward Lu Yuan, Liyan, and Qinghun.

Empress Dowager Feng rebuked Mo Lichen as she emerged from the side, feigning a kindly and amiable demeanor.

Mingmei’s strength was no match for a man intent on eating meat—especially one with arms as hard as iron. She pinched for ages but only managed to hurt herself.

While the Chongzheng Hall was bustling with people pushing and yielding, the Changxin Palace was the picture of tranquility.

Inside the shop, it was clean and fresh. Wooden tables and chairs filled the space, and at the entrance stood a glass display, filled with roasted and marinated delicacies. A chef was slicing the meats, and as soon as you stepped inside, the aroma of spices filled the air.

The incident of Mingzhu’s sudden heart attack in the palace had already been deliberately spread. Now, all the court advisors were aware of it. Previously, some suspected exaggeration, but seeing the King of England’s condition, they could not help but believe it was true.

The Grand Elder murmured to himself, and then his fist shone like the blazing sun, filled with energy that left onlookers speechless. In a flash, the Grand Elder’s figure shot forward like a bolt of lightning, charging at the Spirit Lion King.

Beside him, Nian Yichen’s eyes were filled with deep regret and pain. He realized just how grave his mistake had been back then. Even if he detested her, he should not have been so cold. Perhaps, had he acted differently, he might not have hurt her.

“Naturally. Fang Li, you should come too. Experiences like this will benefit your growth.” Fang Yuan spoke to Fang Li, who was sitting behind him.

The second key point was clear taxation: local officials were forbidden from levying arbitrary taxes or imposing new fees. No one was to have tax exemption privileges.

“Don’t worry, Young Master. With Second Young Master’s skills, no one will ever find out,” the guard replied with absolute confidence.

Except in moments of mortal danger, Mo Tian hardly considered her at all. In his heart, the scales had already tipped in favor of the Blood Clan.

Three days had passed. That scoundrel hadn’t shown up once. What could he possibly be doing that he couldn’t spare a single moment to see me?

At 1708, Wang Junjie strode toward the main entrance. The apartment’s entry was on the side of the Jinding Building, where a lobby of twenty or thirty square meters awaited. Two security guards glanced at Wang Junjie, then looked away.

It was a series of coordinated moves. The entire world was enjoying unprecedented prosperity, people lived in happiness, there was no unemployment, and everyone had money to spend. Only this land of Huaxia, isolated and troubled, was filled with anxious hearts.

In the Great Song, when the emperor was wise, talent and virtue were important, but pure imperial lineage mattered even more. Prince Yi, sent as envoy to the Jurchen camp, showed no fear in danger, earning much esteem from the scholar-officials; later, he aided the rescue of Hedong, earning even more merit. With only his direct royal line remaining, his ascension to the throne was inevitable.