Volume One, Chapter 41: The Ninth Prince's Unwillingness

At this moment, Zhu Biao once again realized just how perilous the path ahead truly was. The camera was a proper one he had never used before, so there was no risk of Chen Nan’s private photos being leaked. If you were standing on the ground, you would see the black mist surging toward us, ready to engulf everything. As for how I remember it so clearly, it's because my ancestor perished under this very formation.

Among these players, some had indeed made a name for themselves in the domestic football scene in their previous lives, but more had squandered their talents for various reasons. I hope they can cherish this hard-won opportunity in this life. Tang Chenglong shook his head inwardly—this Xu Changrong really was a dreamer. He didn’t know if these ideas were Xu’s own or if someone was influencing him from behind.

With this in mind, Lin Ruoyan naturally displayed the obedience and docility befitting a proper junior. Especially concerning Tang Sangu—this lady, barring any surprises, should be the wife of the local gentry. Later, the village head, fair and just, distributed the silver found on the bandits—supplementing the families of the deceased, compensating those whose homes were heavily damaged, hiring skilled doctors at great expense to tend to the wounded villagers, and coordinating with the authorities to quell the bandits. His contribution was undeniable.

A man in his sixties, his face gaunt and dressed in scholarly Tang attire, exuding an air of distinction, slowly walked out from the inner hall. Only voices floated through the air while the red candles on the wedding altar danced unnaturally without wind, their sinister flames flickering, unsettling to behold.

It wasn’t until later that Yuliu learned that Fairy Jiaohan had been famous in the divine realm for her fiery temperament, though it was only ever directed at those she disliked. Toward strangers, she was always gentle and polite, rarely revealing her sharp side.

Roadside tea stalls were never high-end places—having a canopy was already a luxury. The two elderly scholars didn’t care for such things, found a random seat, and chatted while craning their necks to observe Zuo Ci.

She didn’t know if she was being sentimental again, but she felt that Gu Chengxuan took much longer than usual with this meal. Only when she had slowly finished did he finally set down his chopsticks.

On an endless plain, a castle of capital city scale stood, its architecture strikingly similar to the ancient capitals of old.

Wen Momo sensed nothing amiss; she simply nodded apologetically to him and turned to leave.

One thing is certain: Jiumozhi holds immense authority in Tubo, able even to mobilize its army. In the original story, to obtain the Six Meridian Divine Sword, Jiumozhi threatened to attack Dali, forcing the monks of Tianlong Temple to compete with him in martial arts.

The four sacred beasts of the Wind and Cloud world are unlike those of other realms—perhaps for some unknown reason, none in this world possess true intelligence.

A single sweep of their divine senses revealed to the sect leaders the extraordinary nature of the great black shadow; even the slightest contact with it would mean certain death or grave injury for any of the four.

While soothing her son with both hands, she unconsciously held him tighter. Her eyes, once clouded by guilt and confusion, subtly brightened the moment she saw her child.

The teapot in the teahouse sputtered with steam as the voices of customers, the snorting of horses, and a mix of other sounds created a lively atmosphere.

A dying camel is still larger than a horse. Even though Shangmei Studio had fallen from its glory, its trove of classic IPs remained tightly held. Though its recent ventures in animation and film were mediocre, the company still thrived on licensing deals.

After standing for a while, Zhang Yixing let out a long sigh, watching the dust dance in the flashlight’s beam.

Shen Linxiao let Si Si get in the car first. After she got in, He Sheng rolled up the window, worried she might overhear Shen Linxiao's conversation with Shi Yueying.

Liu Xuemei nodded, “You’re right. If they’re not coming, there’s no need for us to fuss over meals. Things are much more relaxed this way.”

At that moment, the Hall Master of Dapeng Hall said a few words to his son, Luo Xiao. Luo Xiao shook his head, glanced at Yu Ye, and shook his head again at the Hall Master.

Without thinking, Si Huiteng assumed Si Si was deliberately slandering Rong Huaying and scolded her, disregarding Ming Yixuan’s reputation.

Liang Jinrou hadn’t expected Shengsheng to become so attached to and reliant on Lu Yanxun after only a few meetings.

Her hand rested on Yu Ye’s thigh as she laughed, and seeing this, her friends suddenly grew upset.

Lu Linhua hesitated. Without Xie Chen’s protection, how would Lu Qingxi save herself if danger struck?

Spellcasters usually leave unique traces or marks. Xiao Yi could clearly sense them as he dispelled the curse’s resentment.

A moment’s distraction brought excruciating pain, a wave of agony that left the man in black drenched in cold sweat.

Xu You laughed heartily as he took the folding fan. “Thank you, sister-in-law, for your generosity!” he thought to himself: They say Lu Weiyang is a carved screen—beautiful but empty-headed. But from what I’ve seen today, she’s clever, gentle, and composed, truly a woman of remarkable intelligence.

It only takes five or six minutes to boil water in the kettle, but more than ten minutes had passed since Yang Bo started it, and still the kettle kept rumbling.

“Brother Luo, I find myself liking you more and more. After just one conversation today, meeting such a steadfast cultivator as you makes this trip worthwhile.” Wu Qi raised his cup with both hands as he spoke.

After sending the others back to their hotel rooms, Jiang Che pulled Yang Bo aside, indicating he wanted to have a private word.

Among the Amethyst Clan, half attribute the loss of their strongest bloodline to the Void Clan.

Luo Hao threw out two more gourds, which exploded instantly. The ensuing deluge of Weak Water blocked the path of the pursuing Ancestor Immortal.

Zhu Li snorted coldly without a word. Gu Huaiming stroked his beard in contemplation, shutting his eyes as if falling into a deep sleep.

“Captain Jiang, what brings you here?” Zhu Changqing was startled. The cleanup would take a long time, and none of them were geological experts—no one could guarantee there wouldn’t be a secondary collapse. He’d already told Jiang Liushi and the others to stay back, so why had they come up?

Murong Ningxue was always overbearing. If not for the fact that this was Wang Jing’s subordinate, she would have acted long ago.

“What’s the matter?” Meng Que, the notorious killer, put on a kindly face and asked with concern.

All that remained was Shangguan Xuan, gnashing his teeth. That a father should be threatened by his own son—what a blow to royal dignity! Yet he was helpless to do anything. At least he still had two good years left; after he was gone, what threats could his son possibly make?