Volume One, Chapter 127: An Unexpected Outcome

It was Yun Mingyi’s constant use of the term "little beast" that left him feeling rather displeased.

"Mingyi, hold your tongue," Elder Yun commanded sharply.

Upon hearing the Elder’s rebuke, Yun Mingyi froze for a moment.

"Father, I..." Yun Mingyi began, clearly reluctant.

Previously, when the Emperor had sent his envoys, it had been explicitly mandated that such individuals were not to appear within the palace.

The world turned upside down as the True Hidden Mountain God brought down the great seal. Jiang Renbao raised both fists to meet the blow, exerting all his strength to resist.

A dozen guards on horseback, swords at their sides, led the way. In the center was the carriage bearing the princess, followed by another dozen armed guards.

Lin Xuechu nearly burst into laughter; she was dying to see the expression on Ji Yuze’s face if he heard how his subordinates described him.

After a long silence, Sun realized something was amiss. She set aside her needlework and sat before Su Jinrong, only to be met with her reddened eyes. A sharp pang of heartache pierced through her.

Gu Jingzhuo recalled the words he had spoken and the distance he had kept after seeing Lin Xuechu in the Blissful Peach Garden.

Once Princess Yaoduo moved into the Princess’s Mansion, Shaokang would be preoccupied with military affairs, providing an opportunity for his own heir, Sheng Ran. While it remained to be seen whether his son and the princess were fated to be together, how could they know if a flower would bloom if they never made the effort to meet?

"Where... are you going?" Lin Xuechu asked, the words feeling heavy on her tongue. She could not even be certain if her next words would be choked with tears.

Watching his neighbors busy every day, Qin Yi felt bored with his own idle existence, and occasionally, the thought crossed his mind that he, too, should find something to do.

It was not just Changhuan; even A-Da and A-Er could see that Anjing was reaching the point of exhaustion. Her face was deathly pale, and her breathing was ragged. For a young woman to have walked this far was truly remarkable.

Hearing Liu An speak, the Blood Demon Blade held by the Desperate Blade let out a sharp metallic ring, its edge sliding half-out of its scabbard.

"What? Do you intend to rob me just because you lost your money?" Li Xiao’s eyes narrowed slightly, two cold glints flashing within them.

"Argh!" The two soldiers screamed, their faces twisting and their bodies contorting until they dissolved into wisps of white smoke, vanishing before their eyes.

"Can’t you at least meet with me first?" Long Ling’er, past the point of caring about anything else, pleaded urgently.

Across the internet and outside the mountain gates of the Seven Great Sects, many cultivators wandered about. They longed to attend the wedding, only to discover that those granted entry without an invitation were all legendary figures at the Saint level.

This time, the power of the God-Beating Whip was even more vast. Its golden light illuminated every direction; wherever it passed, cliffs crumbled, and the mountain ranges beneath the sky were forcibly leveled, triggering landslides that felt like the coming of the apocalypse.

Yet, just as his aura reached its peak and continued to soar, it suddenly plummeted to its lowest ebb.

In the eyes of the onlookers, it appeared that Yiyi had reached out to hold back the Candle Dragon, allowing Ye Kuang to strike the killing blow.

Zheng Huili felt as though she had been blinded by greed. Perhaps it was because the Zhang family had grown increasingly prosperous that her own self-importance had swelled—especially after the Qin family’s bankruptcy, which had caused her sense of superiority to inflate without bound.

Ordinary people felt as if a mountain had been pressed upon them, and for the cultivators, it was even worse. From this single strike alone, at least eighty percent of the fifth-order cultivators collapsed, vomiting blood. Even the eighth-order cultivators paled, forced to exert all their strength to resist the pressure.

Zhao Hong pondered this and agreed, yet seeing her forced smile, he felt a strange unease, as if he had forgotten to ask something important. Yet, as a husband, how could he think of backing down when faced with such difficulties?