Chapter 29

Princess, I once wished only to roam the world freely, keeping myself apart from palace affairs, never expecting that, instead, I would become ever more deeply entangled. It seems that even the vastest world has its limits, and at those limits lies the inescapable struggle for royal power and the throne.

Zhuo Yuan left Liu Han to watch over the two bodyguards, then, beating Yang Shunjun by a step, kicked the bedroom door open.

With a whistle, Zhuo Yuan saw the digits on the keypad halt. The numbers in the first row of eleven boxes shone so brightly they nearly blinded his eyes, sharpened by years of lavish spending.

The river water seemed to have no effect on the primal storm virus inside everyone; the bloodlust remained as intense as ever. At the slightest hint of anger, fangs and claws threatened to break through.

After hanging up on Ye Yongdong, Zhang Siyuan shook his head. For those who cared about him, the news was already enough; for those who did not, they would never even know what had happened.

“Change? What change? Haven’t they all left? Where have my brother and mother gone?” Seeing Godo, Sumia was overjoyed. Only he could know what truly happened to her family all those years ago.

“I’ll pack up and go to the Second District for a few days…” Zhao Hui said, not to anyone in particular, but to everyone around him.

“Relax, everyone. It’s only two pieces of gold and one of silver—their authenticity is yet to be determined.” Qi Yijia returned the items to the cloth bag.

She was alone in this space, yet she heard countless voices, near and far, rising and falling, weaving tales with no beginning or end—confusing, indistinct stories.

A miracle—truly a miracle. Amidst the raging demon fire, Zhang Yunyuan felt no pain, nor was she burned. She did not know why, and neither did anyone else; only heaven knew.

Lin Fan understood Huang Qingyun’s thoughts, just as Huang Qingyun understood Lin Fan’s. The moment Lin Fan’s body shifted, Huang Qingyun’s face darkened with unrestrained gloom.

She did not forget that thug who so resembled Feng Jiabao; the hatred burned anew each time she remembered. Jia Baofeng, oppressor of the people, guilty of countless crimes—if ever she met him again, he must be eliminated.

Black Impermanence nodded. “Returned in victory; I’ll celebrate for you.” With that, he dragged Chunhua away.

When treating others’ illnesses, he too would seek advice, humbly learning. His understanding of medicine deepened, his skills sharpened, and his fame grew ever greater.

Luo Yao and Luo Yelin hastily finished their wontons, then, rubbing their stomachs, could not help but reveal a few traces of satisfaction on their faces.

The old lady smacked her lips; things brought back from abroad were surely good. Her grandson had never tasted such delicacies and needed to be nourished quickly.

Li Chengze was caught off guard; the sudden force slammed him against the wall, leaving him coughing violently.

Qu Qingran paused, the corners of her mouth suddenly curling into a mocking, insincere smile. The look she gave the two across from her was as sharp and cold as a bone-scraping knife.

Qingshui Yue watched as Kun Yue entered, yet remained seated. Lately, she had often inquired about her master’s whereabouts, arousing suspicion.

“And then it was Zou and Izumi Konata playing golf…” Damn! Isn’t this that famous Kyoto X versus X Studio feud? Bones Studio, are you sure you don’t want to get involved?

“Our reconnaissance has a blind spot. In the second oasis where the Jade Pool Sect contacts us, there has been no feedback from our scouts,” reported the head of reconnaissance at the Zhili Sect.

Not wanting to live through that experience again, she deliberately revealed a flaw to lure outsiders in.

Rain, wind, thunder rumbled across the sky, mingled with bursts of wild laughter and angry shouts, each sound more terrifying than the last.

Within the barrier, Gu Jincheng gripped a blazing sun-like orb, blue crystal ore swirling at his side. He poured out his spiritual power without limit, drew his bow, and sent an attack barrier flying toward the Snow King.

For the demons, human delicacies were barely palatable—demons did not eat cooked food, an animal instinct. They only took on human form out of fondness for human appearance.

“Good stuff.” Huang Yu was excited, too, sensing faintly that their capture and arrival here seemed predestined.

The snake, flicked away, landed squarely on the face of the innkeeper who was pleading with the ruffians to stop smashing up his shop. He cried out in terror and fainted on the spot. The snake hit the ground, breaking in two, yet, bizarrely, not a drop of blood flowed.

In the universe, what commercial friction can rival the sparks of war? Company privatizations and business mergers were no secret; as for whether the host country allowed it, that always depended on one's own strength.

Upon hearing Xu Yang’s words, Xila pondered for a while before speaking—nearly driving Xu Yang mad with her response.

Many sneered; in their eyes, Yu Qin was just an ordinary person, a beauty of no consequence. So what if she looked good? She was no cultivator—her death meant nothing.

After advancing not even two fathoms, the Green Butterfly finished picking three rows and came right back, clearing the three rows of beans in front of her.

To live more comfortably in prison always required money. Back then, her mother had given her a bit of savings at her wedding, but now her purse was nearly empty. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been forced to make her own clothes and go ask Yang Xiufen for help.

Just then, Mo Yan, having recovered, stood up straight and blocked the imperial physicians and Mo Qianhan’s path.

Xuan, after another circuit, casually fished roasted pumpkin seeds from his pocket and cracked them. Working with the young lady, life was almost too good.

At that moment, Scotland was using mental power to manipulate the divine stone, spinning thread after thread from it. Meanwhile, Hu Mei softened those threads with her mind and wove them together.

As we first set foot in Night Mara Tower, a serene, untroubled atmosphere enveloped us. This sensation intensified as we ascended, until, almost without realizing it, we reached the initial heaven of the Color Realm.

The mighty Duke Jing, neglecting court affairs, had come here to be a third-rate fisherman! Lord Third felt it improper for a pillar of the state to degenerate like this, so after Duke Qin chased him off the fishing boat, he dragged him off to discuss cleaning up the corrupt officials.

Tong Mei was startled. About to scold, she heard a heavy thud outside, as if something had fallen, followed by a twisted, guttural roar that made both women instinctively cover their ears.