God's Love

"Elder sister, I am a healer, and this is only my duty. Besides, it can be considered a way to relieve Yutao of any future worries, saving us from running into other complications later on." Yun Ni smiled, turned around, and walked back to the rear.

"That's right, even if we have to search every corner of the Celestial Dynasty's territory, we will find her!" Jia Chao said firmly.

If the energy of the Heart Lotus Herb could be properly harnessed and applied by her, her physique would undergo a transformative and rebirth-like improvement.

Zhiyun chuckled, lowered her head, stroked Ouyang's forehead, and pinched his ear. Perhaps because he had just taken a bath, Ouyang's complexion was rosy and his skin felt smooth to the touch.

The Chu Luoxi he knew had always been terrifyingly mature and composed. Ever since her debut, she had shown a familiarity with this circle that surpassed even the veterans; it was truly rare to see her display such "novice" behavior.

From the moment they exchanged their first word to the bald man being thrown out, barely a minute had passed. Many people still had no idea what was going on before they saw that bald man still shrieking at the top of his lungs. That arm of his—was it probably ruined?

A portion of this guard squad wore armor, suggesting they were military men, while the rest wore yellow vests and plain robes, appearing to be imperial bodyguards hailing from the palace.

At this thought, the Second Elder cast a disdainful glance at the other eight elders and once again lapsed into a state of feigned slumber.

Originally, the sole responsibility of these five beast kings here was merely to suppress the monsters and prevent them from escaping. Logically speaking, they were not supposed to take action, nor were they permitted to interfere excessively with these creatures.

"There's no need, we must hurry back anyway, as things at home cannot run without us." Yunxue refused, feeling that if she had to share a meal facing the Gu family, she would surely suffer from indigestion.

Night Xifeng paced back and forth inside the room. This was a habit he had picked up from Fu Qiansuan; whenever he was deep in thought, he would act just like this, walking back and forth incessantly.

Yanhuan gave him a blank, numb look, picked up the formal gown from the bed, and sluggishly retreated to the guest bedroom to change.

"Do you think those three ferocious beasts might also be related to the Half-Human Tribe?" Every time Ruan Lingyan came to this old house, she would be overcome with grief. Her relationship with Xiao Qingdai had always been the closest.

"Shameless scoundrel, after doing that kind of thing to me, I can never let you live any longer!" Meng Yiren gritted her teeth.

Look at her now, ordering a spread of dishes at the restaurant. Although the taste was mediocre, she ate with great relish and wasn't picky at all. Seeing her like this, the Fourth Master's gaze grew dark, and his expression became increasingly unsightly. Yet, fearing he might startle her, he was so furious that he could only resort to pinching his own thighs.

Mu Qianqian sometimes wondered if Lu Yuanxiao knew that Yanhuan had secretly loved and yearned for him for so many years, would he still treat her with such a heart of stone?

Without the slightest hesitation, Situ Yun chose to place complete trust in Qin Hao. However, rather than advising protracted wrangling with the man in the black robe, she opted for the most appropriate way to leave.

After Gu Siyue entered the Trial Pagoda, Wu Ke, Wei Yingmeng, Qiu Yun, and Meng Yiren followed her inside together. Behind them, cultivators from other factions and rogue cultivators entered the Trial Pagoda one after another.

The veins on Lu Yuanxiao's temples were already throbbing. He was already in a foul mood this evening due to certain matters, and with Yanhuan making such a scene on top of that, Lu Yuanxiao was pushed to the verge of explosion.

Wen Yang suddenly found Rong Xu quite amusing—a man of few words who struck when necessary; though somewhat violent, he at least lacked any dragging hesitation.

Lu Fei pushed the art of pressing an advantage to the absolute limit, showing not an ounce of respect to the Northern Pacification Marquis's Estate. The heir of the Northern Pacification Marquis felt a chill in his heart; he had truly run into a tough opponent. Lu Fei was notoriously difficult to deal with, and the Marquis's heir simply could not fathom why Empress Dowager Mingsu would elevate Lu Fei to the position of Mayor of Jingzhao.

"Where is Tianyou?" He hadn't laid eyes on the child since waking up. Just as she had once trusted Lan芙 unconditionally that nothing would go wrong, she could no longer bring herself to trust him now.

At the mere thought that he had no son, that in his old age there would be no one to provide for him, tend to his final rites, smash the burial basin, and that he would be cursed as the last of his lineage, Mo Minghai was driven mad with fury. His son must have run away; otherwise, there was no way he wouldn't return.

Because he gripped his sword with excessive force, the blood from his palm continuously seeped into the longsword he held.

"This... could this not have been done by Jiuzhu?" Wei Xin belatedly came to his senses. Jiuzhu's favorable impression of Wei Xin dropped by another notch, and she turned her head away, ignoring him entirely.

Seeing this, Lu Fei sighed and simply laid his words out in the open, saving two ignorant sisters whose hearts had just begun to stir from playing the fool and sinking deeper into infatuation. It was better to nip such notions in the bud.

"Seventh Brother." Tang Shiyi's arrogant posture vanished completely in front of Tang Xihan, resembling a docile cat as she gazed deeply at him.

Lei Jian possessed absolute self-confidence in his own strength, vowing that when he crossed paths with the Wuxie Sword Ancestor once more, he would surely make him pay the price.

There was another matter deeply unfavorable to him. As the legitimate eldest son of the household, his father would certainly be unwilling to have him marry a princess—even though the constraints on imperial sons-in-law in the current dynasty were not as harsh as those in the previous dynasty. Still, Ning Fei felt the probability of his father agreeing was genuinely slim.

If she had previously used hunger as an excuse to dismiss Zhan Tianyao just so she could call Shen Ziyu, then seeing this food now, she was truly ravenous.

A few more days drifted by, and by that evening, the two of them arrived outside Snow Plain City. Xifeng selected a wind-sheltered spot, and they took temporary refuge from the wind and snow in the wilderness. Nanrong Ran foraged around for some dry firewood and withered branches, lit a campfire, and sat down close to Xifeng before finally remembering to ask why he had come to the snow plains.

Niu Er curled the corner of his mouth, didn't even spare Long Yuan a glance, and walked straight past. As he stepped over the shattered porcelain bowl fragments, he gave a light kick, sending the ceramic shards, rice grains, and braised pork flying far away.

Faced with this, the Heavenly Sect did not make another move, for she could already perceive that chuyi was about to step in.