Volume 1, Chapter 23: She Killed Me

The wind blowing from Yueyang City made his robes flutter, while the surrounding doors and windows creaked and rattled in the gale, on the verge of collapse.

Lu Chen’s TV dramas had achieved exceptional success across China, leading domestic audiences to wonder: how would his style of idol drama fare in South Korea?

He instinctively turned to look at the boss, only to find him equally bewildered. The man instinctively took a few steps back, cursing under his breath before turning and running away.

He had been so busy he barely had a moment to catch his breath; only now, with the grain supply finally settled, had he been able to relax for the first time in a month.

After thanking Dongye Guangze, he and Senior Sister Aida walked toward the dining area.

His original intention was not to prosecute Su Ruoqing for colluding with the demon race; he was merely using that as a pretext to seek justice for his forty disciples.

Aside from martial arts, which is a universal skill practiced by almost everyone for self-defense, other professions usually do not—and find it difficult to—specialize in multiple fields, as human energy is limited.

In truth, obtaining the fingerprint of the arch-villain was no easy task. Brother Han had hesitated for a moment before setting out to execute the mission, though he didn't forget to joke about the simplicity of the task in front of everyone before leaving.

Often, the fame and influence of a star in a single field are less significant than those of a multi-talented crossover star.

Of course, it was not just Jiaxing Media and Lu Chen whose reputations had spread across the world; Luo Zhen’s had as well.

Fang Li had just intended to flatter him, but before the words could even leave his lips, a cold, piercing radiance suddenly erupted from Feng Xuan’s fingertips. Before Fang Li could react, it landed directly on his brow.

Seeing his friends acting unfazed, Xiang Huai imitated their indifferent demeanor and sat down in an empty seat.

Even so, although Thaddeus had clearly signaled that he was on his way back and had replied to the City of Bauhinia, the messages of urging from the Noble Council and the Grand Duke of Florence continued to pour in one after another.

If the Holy Empire failed to perform impressively in the war against Aifute, winning only at a great cost or losing outright, Dane would certainly ignore the covenant and stab the Holy Empire in the back, carving up its territory alongside the Aifute people.

"I really didn't mean anything by it just now; I just mentioned it in passing," Bao Mingxuan said, seemingly afraid to provoke the angry Old Mrs. Chen. Once she had walked far enough away, he turned to He Ning and Tang Li with a helpless expression.

In this ambush, the human army certainly possessed an absolute numerical advantage. However, the undead had the upper hand in individual prowess.

After hundreds of thousands of years of vicissitudes, the world had long since changed. Although the cultivation world remained prosperous, no one could reach the God-tier level, not even the rank of quasi-god; this was an irreparable regret for all experts above the Spirit-tier.

The old man suddenly released the iron tongs, and that long-stretched tongue snapped back into the elder's mouth like a spring. Saliva immediately gushed out like a waterfall, causing him to cough uncontrollably.

By comparison, maintaining Florence’s existence and turning it into an ‘ally’—or rather, a vassal—of Sindler was the most favorable choice for Sindler.

After stating the purpose of his visit and leaving behind the manuscript, he turned and left without even giving Gao Feng a chance to refuse.

After paying the bill and walking out of the hotpot restaurant, Wang Yiyuan declined Wu Xinghui’s offer to drive her home and instead hailed a taxi on the street to head back by herself.

For a moment, it seemed as if time had stopped in the sky above. The giant black palm that had just held the upper hand remained motionless within the crystalline ice, while a cluster of cyan flames burned continuously against the palm inside the ice. The entire scene was as bizarre as it could possibly be.

"Just say it exactly like that. I’ve already made arrangements with the farmer’s family. Remember, you must say it that way; I’ve already told your friends. If you say it wrong, things will get troublesome," Lawyer Huang sternly warned Wang Jintong once more.

"But the humans won't listen to our suggestions at all," Colorado said, fully aware of their respective positions and identities.

Memories flooded his mind—sad, difficult, and happy memories alike. He wondered how everyone was doing.

Yueguang and Mingguang had never seen nori before, but smelling the fragrant soup, they couldn't help but take a sip, immediately praising how delicious it was.

This technique was taught to Li Xiaoyao by Huo Jun; he hadn't even taught it to Wang Jintong. Huo Jun had learned it from Huang Mengdie, one of the two Yunmeng crones. The ability to communicate with birds was very convenient for sending messages, but the drawback was that these birds could not fly too far, making it useful only for short distances.

Wang Jintong had no weapon, so he relied on his lightfoot skills, leaping and dodging the wave of eagle-feather arrows. Fortunately, he wasn't hit, but just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a second wave of arrows whistled toward him with almost no pause.

Wang Jintong and Meng Zifan chose a seat on the first floor near the stairs. From this vantage point, they could see Yue Kui upstairs. Meng Zifan instructed the waiter not to tell Yue Kui they were there, and the two ordered some food to keep an eye on the activity above.

Four or five days passed, and the "Bird's Nest Plan" had been in effect for two days, yet everything remained quiet on the Shunzhi side. Could my estimation be wrong? If he really cared about me, how could he bear to watch me go everywhere "begging" for bird's nest to eat?

The Empress Dowager saw my confusion and continued, "The Emperor has his reasons for doing this. This is also why, even though it seems inappropriate, it effectively protects you. No concubine is bold enough to test whether the Empress would actually dare to invoke this imperial decree." I suddenly understood.

"Very well, from this day forth, you are the patriarch of the Han family!" The Dragon Emperor spoke in a flat, indifferent tone, devoid of surprise or joy.

Having anticipated that they would not be content, and relying on the instincts and vigilance of an expert, Lu Ming kicked out as Mo Ba lunged at him, narrowly avoiding the sharp sword and landing a heavy blow on Mo Ba’s chest.

He grabbed the magnet and didn't linger for even a moment, hurrying back toward the imperial city. Fortunately, it was not yet midnight, or he wouldn't have been able to pass through the city gates.

Pressing against her aching abdomen, a flash of cold light crossed Han Ning’s eyes, and she flung the flying needles from her hand without mercy.

"That won't be necessary. We won't be staying at Changting long; we'll leave as soon as we finish our business. Why don't you tell us about those twelve episodes instead?"