0136 The One I Have My Eye On

After taking her pulse for nearly a minute, Xie Yihuang let go, and as he put away his medical tools, he remarked, "Your injury occurred quite some time ago. The surgery must have been performed by my eldest senior brother, and the acupuncture therapy was likely managed by my third senior brother. The medicinal diet in the later stages was prescribed by my second senior brother, and with my master’s supervision, your recovery has been generally quite good."

"However, you lack the self-awareness of a patient. If you had strictly followed the daily routine my master set for you, you could have reached ninety percent recovery, but as it stands, you are only at seventy percent."

Having not seen the Princess for several days, Nanny Wang felt that she seemed different. She couldn't quite pinpoint what had changed, but the Princess no longer possessed that ethereal, otherworldly quality she had when they first met.

"Have they all left safely?" Chu Yue asked, still dazed. "Was it a beast tide?"

"Hongrui sensed something was wrong yesterday. This morning, we saw sea beasts heading toward the shore. Everyone else fled, but you two ran straight toward the sea, and we couldn't get in touch with you." Hehuan grabbed Chu Yue and soared into the sky.

When the figure flashed past him, the laborer was jolted out of his reverie and immediately shrieked, scrambling backward.

No, Si Chen realized—it wasn't disappearing. Was the damage to the heart meridian slowly repairing itself?

"Mom, have you heard something recently?" Zhai Feibai did not answer directly, instead pressing her on why she was asking such a question.

She was met with an answer in the form of more men in black, who rushed out from the six houses and lunged toward her.

Gu Qianqian sat up slightly from the bed and pulled her hand back from Fu Liuchen’s grasp.

"Qin Yue, are you alright?" Lan Xingyan and Xia Qingkong walked over to Qin Yue, positioning themselves in front of her.

The scene from those years unfolded before his eyes once more, but the nightmare that had haunted him for so many years was now being recounted to him calmly, from the perspective of a detached observer.

Fu Jichang had already prepared for the worst; he begged Ji Xiaobei to take the child and accompany his grandmother through her final days.

He suddenly realized: if Zhan Qi were truly an unremarkable person, would Yu Xian have traveled with him and become his friend?

Old Madam Murong’s pupils constricted, a flash of ferocity in her eyes. Ignoring the bailiffs nearby, she lunged at Prince Qing, ready to tear into him with her bare hands.

The eldest son, Wei Wu, had been promoted to Crown Prince of the Immortal Dynasty, so his nobility went without saying. As for the other sons, it was likely only a matter of time before they were all enfeoffed as princes.

"Elder!" the geniuses of the Chen family exclaimed in shock, their eyes full of disbelief. Their own elder, a supreme being of the sixth realm, had actually been suppressed by an ancient bell?

At that moment, the match ended. More and more people gathered around, whispering to one another.

Yu Yao came from a prestigious background, possessed beauty like that of a celestial maiden, and was skilled in everything from bookkeeping to managing shops.

It was fortunate that people in this era knew it wasn't very edible, and even when they did, they treated it merely as game and didn't pay it much mind. Only children would go to touch it; adults rarely bothered—not because they were afraid to eat it, but because the effort outweighed the gain.

Mother Huang felt a twinge of fear. What if they were officials? If she couldn't cure them, would they come looking for trouble?

Almost everyone in the village had come today. Fearing that her third son might be bullied, Lady Zhou had the eldest and second sons toast on his behalf, and asked Gu Qinghe to help her third brother back to his room.

An discordant cough came from behind them. Chu Xun didn't need to guess to know it was Lin Xin, as the area within a hundred paces of this stone house was shielded by a high-grade defensive light barrier.

The roc’s wingspan was seven or eight meters wide, about the same size as the one Linglong had seen with Baili Yuze. She estimated it was likely an intermediate-level demonic beast.

Yang Fan didn't speak; he simply walked up to the two of them and stared at them with a strange, unfamiliar gaze.

Drawing his sword and parrying, the Immortal Emperor Luoyang’s divine sword collided with Zhang Xiang’s Thunder-Fire Ice Soul Sword. Zhang Xiang felt a violent tremor; even with his divine-grade physique, he suffered a severe shock. While he wasn't injured, the situation was looking dire.