Volume 1 Chapter 33: Li Xiao

The carriage was draped in extreme luxury, appearing as if it belonged to a noble house on a journey. Even the coachman at the helm held his head high, facing the bandits guarding the pass with not a hint of fear.

Jiang Mu watched this scene from afar, unable to suppress her curiosity about the identity of the person inside the carriage.

Two days ago, if not for Cang Xue’s words, which had cleared her confusion, she would still be drowning in anxiety.

Secondly, Chu Huai had never mentioned this matter to her; she did not know if he had simply forgotten or if there were other reasons involved.

"I will not go to the Southern Frontier, and I will not go to Grandfather. I will forge my own path." They say a newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger, and Baili Mingyu was much the same. Full of ambition, she seemed to already envision the glory of victory and the triumphant return to receive her rewards.

"Can this really blow up those Southern barbarian soldiers? My Lady, why not light it and let us see for ourselves?" Lou Kong asked with a hint of excitement.

Because Gu Ziqi was rarely at home, he would stay for at most two days before leaving whenever he returned. The last time they met was two years ago, and even then, he had left without them having spoken a single word.

He admitted that when he had pressed the acupuncture points on Murong Qingran to bring her back to the Central Plains, he had acted out of selfishness. Yet, he had never expected that Ye Yu would end up dead. He felt that Murong Qingran must hate him to the core.

"Xiao'er, Xiao'er, what is wrong with you?" Seeing Zhuo Yunxiao maintain the same posture for a long time, Zhuo Yuxuan asked in a hurry.

During this period, because Wei Hanjue had suddenly become busy, Fang Qingshui simply moved into the villa to make it easier to look after An Yun.

The Sui family head’s carriage moved parallel to ours, and I could constantly hear the old man grumbling and muttering to himself.

After thanking Dongye Guangze, he and Senior Aida walked toward the dining area.

Otherwise, we would have no chance of winning and would only be waiting for death if we did not hold our ground now.

As his orders were given, the missile silos in the base opened one by one, and a barrage of missiles roared toward the massive cluster of black light.

The sun in the sky was fierce, its scorching radiance spilling onto the arena and illuminating the cyan stone tiles one by one.

Chu He smiled warmly, his gaze locked directly onto Chu Huai. Those who had fought each other their entire lives had no need to feign sincerity.

The two golden flowers of the post-85 generation joining the same variety show instantly captured the attention of countless viewers.

"I am being unreasonable, so what will you do about it?" Qiong Yue asked with a coy smile, her expression filled with bewitching charm.

Bai Ruoyun was preparing to eat, and the dishes spread across the table were the very ones Shengxue had personally cooked when Bai Ruoyun had returned to visit her family years ago: emerald green plums, colorful pigeon eggs, clear orange crab roe, Buddha-light ham... and the drink in the wine cups was the hundred-flower honey nectar that Shengxue had brewed back then.

After three rounds of drinks and the feast nearing its end, Lin Weishan raised his glass and said, "Your Highness, we thank you for your generous hospitality today. I shall drain this cup in one go, wishing Your Highness smooth success in all future endeavors!" Having said this, he finished the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"This..." Wei Qiong pondered for a moment, but ultimately could not resist the temptation of Xue Yaha. What if he refused her and she changed her mind? Wouldn't such a golden opportunity go to waste?

Therefore, becoming an attendant to a Celestial-level powerhouse was by no means a shameful thing; in fact, many begged for such a position. After all, if one could receive guidance while staying by a Celestial's side, the possibility of future advancement would be greatly increased.

As for the investment, they hadn't held much hope to begin with; receiving such a guarantee from Chen Sheng was enough.

"You... you are talking nonsense! My... my dad died a long time ago. I... I watched him get cremated!" Qi Yi stuttered from behind the door. It wasn't as if there were no stories of the dead returning to life, but for someone to return after being cremated—that left no other explanation than ghosts or monsters.