Chapter 37: An Imperial Edict Brings Triple Joy

Lady Gu Zhou was furious when she learned that the back gate of her own marquis manor was being expanded, and that Bai Huan’s belongings and all her dowry had been moved wholesale into the neighboring courtyard. Most infuriating of all was that, as the mistress of the house, she hadn’t been informed—a rage nearly burst her lungs.

“What about the Bai family? What’s the current situation?”

Gu Yuanzhou, usually gentle, now wore a terrifyingly grim expression. “The Bai family seems to be unharmed; the Golden Guards have completely withdrawn. But I asked at the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice—the case hasn’t been dropped. It’s said that the Director of the Treasury…”

In the darkness, Ye Fan’s silhouette emerged, neither too close nor too far, quietly tailing behind Jonathan and his group.

Red and gold magical artifacts crashed solidly into each other in the blink of an eye.

Facing the famed Dizar Blade God, Leng Lingfeng dared not be careless and immediately unleashed the Taiji Lingfeng Sword in attack.

Li Guihua clung tightly to Luo Hebin’s neck. “I just took a bath, so I was a bit delayed!” Her hair was still damp, and her blouse hung open at the collar, revealing a hint of cleavage.

The demons in the Nether Blood Sea must all be exceedingly skilled; otherwise, the people of the Underworld wouldn’t be so wary. But if he couldn’t even defeat White Wuchang, how could the demons of the Nether Blood Sea possibly heed his commands?

Qian Shao’s powerful internal force burst forth from his palm, trying to invade Luo Hebin’s hand. Meanwhile, his footwork was relentless; a sweeping kick was launched, and then his right hand chopped fiercely at Luo Hebin’s shoulder—each move executed with practiced skill.

They were not dressed lightly. Before the army entered the Green Ridges, they had prepared for the cold. Yet tonight’s weather was bitter beyond expectation, and no extra clothing could be given.

Hidden Mist Village lay deep in the mountains, its territory perpetually shrouded in heavy fog, lending it an air of profound mystery.

Everyone nodded in agreement. The Cangyun Sect dispatched twenty or so experts to scatter around, though these people were certainly no match for Ouyang Bo. Their ambush was simply to block the enemy at a critical moment. After all, the Ouyang family’s Swift Miles technique was far too powerful—if the enemy truly wished to flee, few in the world could catch them.

Qing Song’s lips moved as if wanting to speak, but nothing came out. His face was filled with unwillingness as his body slowly fell backward, never to rise again.

“No need to say it—this is surely one of the dragon clan’s cubs.” Seeing the figure across from them, Xiaoyue chuckled softly, transmitting a message to her junior sister.

Time trickled by. The Zhai City Aerospace Center steadily advanced its various plans, while public opinion outside continued to ferment.

At that moment, Jian Yue’e floated in, weakly waving a palm. Strangely, a green glow radiated from her fair hand.

Yet such matters of vocabulary definition hardly mattered—let’s just assume Cheng Bin’s definition of the universe is multiverse or multidimensional.

Condensing a Nascent Soul required only an hour; forming True Essence was accomplished in less than half a month.

Wang Chen slapped a middle-aged man who was frantically trying to jump down. With a silver needle, he struck the man’s clarity and philtrum points, causing a thread of black blood to seep out. The man’s mind cleared considerably.

Alas, the gourd was not ripe; picking it prematurely was not only useless but would harm cosmic harmony and provoke karmic consequences. Yet now the dazzling seven-colored divine radiance—wasn’t this a sign that the gourd was ripening?

For example, Cheng Bin’s Mass Effect interference, learned from a level-five giant dragon. Though already in practical use, he still couldn’t grasp the underlying operating principles.

Just as Xi He raised her jade hand to lift the curtain and step out of the palanquin, a divine sound echoed from the horizon.

The general store wasn’t far from the teahouse, and the two could easily cover each other. The sudden gunfire at the teahouse made Fei Yong and his companion instantly alert. They quickly reached for their pistols in their pockets and peered cautiously outside.

The Dong family tried to resist, but, alas, these pampered gentlemen were not even a match for the five hundred soldiers left in Falling Stone Fort.