Volume One, Chapter 25: The Shock of the Renowned Scholars of the Zhou Dynasty!

Liang Qiuxuan—she truly should not have been brought back in the first place, yet her very existence determined whether the Feng family would obey their orders. What they failed to anticipate, however, was just how insane Feng Xia would become.

Madam Wang, disturbed by someone’s interruption, felt a surge of displeasure. She turned to glance at Su Xinghe, her tone peculiar as she remarked, “You, judging by your age, you’re not so old as to be blind and muddled…”

The brighter that light grew, the warmer Ye Feng’s heart felt, and the more strength surged through his body. He could not help but pour every bit of himself into nourishing that radiance.

“Yes, and to avoid making you feel awkward about this pregnancy, let us simply keep our lives as they were, unchanged. What do you think?” Song Huanan quirked an eyebrow, a faint smile curving at his lips.

“Hmph! Shen Muqian, the truth is unclear—don’t even think about taking her away!” Liao Fan’s stubbornness flared up as well.

“Indeed, but their mere presence will disrupt the balance. The two of them are only temporary; they have not yet begun to retaliate against this world.” Number Zero nodded.

Only when Ba Fenghan spoke did everyone notice his condition. The outcome of the previous battle had been all too clear; had Shi Qingxuan not ‘suddenly’ appeared, Ba Fenghan would likely have perished beneath Ye Feng’s sword.

It was precisely because of his perseverance that they had been able to survive trial after trial, making it to this day. Otherwise, they might have died the very first time they encountered a shadow ghost.

Everyone in An City knew that Fu Jingdong doted on his son Fu Ye, born to his ex-wife. Yet, for reasons unfathomable, her daughter Yimo ran off with Fu Liang.

Hong Siyao, in her extremity, believed that her misfortune was due to the shameless Imperial Consort Xiao stealing the luck that should have belonged to her. Therefore, everything the consort possessed now had, in Hong Siyao’s mind, rightfully been hers.

Tang Zhuying, seeing through her own predicament and bringing it up, could not have done so for no reason.

Their mission was fraught with peril; nothing could go awry. Thus, he spoke gravely to Zheng Yaoxian.

The Basic Talisman Manual contained nine elementary talismans, three of intermediate grade, and three of superior grade.

Lu Qingwan rolled her eyes at once. “What does it matter to me whether he returns?” Wen Mochan had mentioned earlier that it was their grandfather’s birthday, and Wen Xuning would be coming back.

With Shen Miaoyin’s life hanging by a thread, both their hearts trembled violently. The formation, affected, was instantly broken.

The two of them dutifully brought back the Nourishing Spirit Pill. He had intended to report to the Punishment Hall, as Master Tianhong had instructed, but Xi Xiaoyun called him back. After some twists and turns, he found himself here once more.

With a casual blow from the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace, the middle-aged cultivator was utterly annihilated, leaving only scraps of clothing drifting on the plaza stones—a faint trace of his having existed.

It was then that Qingchen understood why Qingtuan, though born blind, had appeared so chubby and vibrant the first time he saw him.

Thus, it could be seen that no matter how deep a man’s affection, when life is at stake, he loves himself most.

On the street, onlookers found it amusing—they had never seen a Taoist offer to tell a monk’s fortune before; it truly was a sight.

If no interest were charged, it would only make them suspicious—perhaps the other party had ulterior motives.

Lixin had already been kneeling for half an hour, and after a sleepless night, she had no strength left to resist Li Huiqin. She was pushed to the floor in utter disgrace, feeling she had never been so humiliated.

Xingtian, who had made such a grand entrance, brimming with confidence and strategic poise, died just like that?

Since taking up her post, Hussein had been a model of diligence, often working late into the night. It was thanks to this that she became Umarov’s indispensable right hand.

“Brother Fan, this is a misunderstanding. Your sister had a dispute with a servant girl in the household. The maid who wounded her yesterday has already been executed. We sincerely regret your sister’s injury.” Cui Jin advanced calmly as he spoke.

These traitors, too afraid to defy orders, could only rise shakily and stagger after Wu Yi.

Xu Xiyuan’s words implied he would not interfere, but also made it clear to Shen Yihua that the Shen family would remain unharmed—what became of Shen Wan was of no concern to him.

In his hand he held a wooden whip, twenty-one sections in all, each inscribed with four thunderous talismanic seals—eighty-four glowing symbols in total.

The ‘Flower’ with nine eyes flickered, her pale eyes tinged with a mocking smile. She knew exactly what Hua Mingxuan was worried about: he simply wanted to remind her that only he could help her in the Hua family.

Louis VIII rested his right hand on the table, left elbow propping up his head, fingers tapping in a restless rhythm, producing a staccato of sound.

“Did you leave the house tonight?” The chief interrogator’s face betrayed nothing. From his expression alone, Li Zhishi could tell he was not truly under suspicion; this was merely a formality. Evidently, Chen Dong and the guards had not recognized him, and this inquisition was prompted only by his last remark.

Eva, as tense as steel, jolted as if shocked, nearly leaping from the water. If not for Chen Zui, she would probably have lashed out already.

Before leaving the hospital, Nie Wei collected some of Wen Fangxia’s blood—she intended to use it to track down whoever had poisoned her.

The guild president found this method refreshingly novel. In the past, each candidate was painstakingly vetted by hand, with staff rotating through interviews—a tedious, time-consuming process. But after Jia Zhengjin’s suggestion, it seemed it could all be done quickly and easily.

Ivan couldn’t be bothered to waste words with this soulless shell. Checking his watch and seeing there were about twenty minutes until the meeting, he simply folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest.