Volume One, Chapter 30: The Imperial Grandson Assumes Regency

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures clad in resplendent garments walked in at a measured pace, followed by a crowd of attendants. In truth, I had already guessed my mother's intentions, but it was only now, confronted with undeniable evidence, that I was certain... I found myself at a loss for words to describe my feelings at this moment; it felt as though my entire worldview had been upended. I immediately reached for my phone, intending to call my mother.

Throughout his life, Ai Tian had always been the object of admiration, attracting attention wherever he went. For the first time, he was ignored—repeatedly, in fact. Even the most patient temperament would be provoked by such disregard. Babuje, chewing on a blade of grass, faced the swordsmen with only his nostrils, his whole being exuding contempt; he couldn't even be bothered to glance at the disciples of the Famous Sword Sect.

As Yun Luo Qi’s mind wandered with countless thoughts, Xu Yu’s voice sounded in her ear, and in the next instant, their feet touched solid ground.

Zhao Zhang reasoned that if someone were to abduct Sheng Xuan, they would surely head toward the quiet outskirts of the city. Thus he chose to go there himself. Yet, the truth was quite the opposite: Gu Qing had taken Sheng Xuan to a bustling marketplace, then slipped into the backyard of a gambling house—a place so unexpected that it greatly complicated the search.

Li Xiao, while refusing to deepen her acquaintance with him, took the opportunity to disparage him. The word “entertainer” was uttered with clear disdain, revealing she no longer regarded him with any importance.

Nan Yicheng, realizing the situation, struggled desperately, but he was only an eleven-year-old child. His opponent was a grown man, and each time he managed to raise his head, it was mercilessly pushed back down.

Aunt Fang, carrying her son, stepped off the bed and pressed her ear and eye to the window, listening intently for any movement from Xie Jingqi’s side.

"May I have your contact information?" On the way back to University A, a male student suddenly approached Shen Qiaoan and asked.

"Who dares stir up chaos here!" With an authority that pierced the cosmos, an ancient voice rang out, carrying an innate majesty that needed no anger to inspire awe. It blasted through layers of gloom and the clash of swords and blades.

However… even though Kanda Mamoru spoke thus, his words were not without reason. Ma Yuan still remembered the moment he killed the Silver King—the colorless Damocles Sword had vanished completely, just as the red Damocles Sword had: utterly gone.

"Your humble servant greets Her Majesty, Queen of Zhao!" He bowed with clasped fists, though his expression betrayed arrogance and disdain.

Li Wenyan paused for a moment, quietly following behind her until he watched her climb into her car and drive away from the café. Only then did he enter his own vehicle and leave.

"So you're saying your esteemed father is a lecher?" Even with a knife at her throat, Ziyue was unflustered.

"I've more or less figured out what happened. The tea will be tested soon; there's no need to worry. Even if he had a thousand guts, he wouldn't dare harm anyone," Lu Yang offered comfort.

Shangguan Xue’er had never felt such bone-deep cold; her teeth chattered uncontrollably, and her grip on Ma Yuan’s sleeve slowly slackened.

"It's nothing serious, no need to worry." Meeting the concerned gazes of the others, Shen Yunxi offered reassurance.

Jiaoyu sat quietly for an entire hour; Meier, bored and impatient, had already begun to meditate and gather her energy. The Daoist’s legs ached, so he joined Meier, sitting on the ground. When he saw Jiaoyu rise, he quickly got up as well.

In the end, Xiao Yao paid no mind at all; he didn’t care what others thought. This made Ah Sheng seem like nothing more than a braggart—his boasts went unappreciated and became the subject of ridicule.

"It's fine, I'm not dead yet. Even if this corpse poison wants to turn me into a zombie, it won't be so easy," Song Can grinned.

Jin Ling, Gui Ling, and Nan Jizi, seeing this, settled their minds and recited the sacred scriptures. For a time, wondrous phenomena appeared around the disciples of the Three Pure Ones, as they comprehended the profound truths of the Dao.

"We can only help you this far. Whether you can harness the power of these four drops of essence blood is up to you now." The Vermilion Bird, drained of its essence, had grown frail—its aura far diminished from its prime.

Even a developing Kraken was easily satisfied—if only it was regularly fed offerings, and summoned by ritual, sacrifices could be made to it.

As the policeman approached to clap his shoulder and pull him away, Gou Si grew anxious, looking toward Xiao Yao, waiting for his signal.

He remained expressionless, casually rolling over, opening his eyes to a sliver, and scanning the surroundings.

Of course, "Medusa Guan Liyuan" was merely Guan Liyuan’s own consciousness—was it strange to feel speechless before oneself? Guan Liyuan was used to such feelings.

With the mysterious entrance sealed, the dragon force in the qi sea could not circulate, and thus its power could not be wielded.

It was almost like slow-motion in a film: the hand holding the gun turned ever so gradually, but he persisted, his twisted face striving to glance sideways at Xiao Yao below, his mouth curling uncertainly—was he attempting a wicked grin, or grimacing in agony?

Tian Miao nodded, shooting out toward the cave entrance. Having sensed the Dao of Ye Zhengfeng, she understood why he was so monstrously powerful. With her newly achieved breakthrough, it was simply too difficult to master Ye Zhengfeng’s destructive Dao in one go.

It was said that during that period, even if the Senones tribe wanted to raid southward, they would usually bring the Salves tribe along for support, forging a closer bond between the two great clans of southern Gaul.