Volume One, Chapter 29: I’ll Let You Run Wild

"Who gave you the nerve?" the man asked, his voice low and deep.

Li Lan wanted to flee, but his thick arm remained locked firmly around her waist. His thin lips brushed against her ear, his breath searing hot, carrying a crisp scent of alcohol that was intoxicating.

"Provoking me time and time again, hmm?"

Li Lan could not help but shiver, her previous arrogance vanishing instantly.

"I... I wouldn't dare," she stammered.

"From where I'm standing, it looks like you'd dare to do anything. You've got quite a lot of nerve."

"Really, it's not necessary, I can do it myself!" Mo Yunqi said, swallowing the pills in one go. A bitter, indescribable taste began to spread across her palate. Her throat was already hoarse from crying for food the night before, and as she wept again today, her voice was as weak and thin as a sickly kitten's.

But time was running out. Marshal Mu needed to assemble the generals immediately to select those who would compete against the Liao warriors. Furthermore, Tang Huaijin’s subtle, intentional guidance had successfully shifted everyone’s attention toward Nan Yu and Mu Qian.

Suddenly, a sound of clapping echoed from afar. It was certainly not the sound of footsteps. The crowd stopped in their tracks, looking toward the source of the noise with a mixture of confusion and tension.

Yan You closed her eyes. Mo Yishen’s presence seemed to still linger in her room; her nostrils felt filled with his faint, cold yet gentle woody scent.

I discovered with surprise that Li Yanyan and I were becoming increasingly intimate. Every time we were together, she loved to get handsy with me. Could this be the legendary playful flirting? Regardless, I found myself quite enjoying it.

Nan Yu shifted his attention away from Lv Qing and was startled to find that the one demanding the bride to toast was none other than Jin Nanfeng.

"Alright, shift your formation! We’ll use the Blazing Sun Formation to protect the Hall Master. Feng, you all go!" After Du Yu finished speaking, they adjusted their formation, slowly encircling Zhan Tian. Zhan Tian, having swallowed a handful of medicinal pills, sat down on the spot to recover his spiritual energy.

Had the married man she loved noticed she was gone? Was he worried? Or would he not care at all? If she had made a mistake, it was in falling for someone she shouldn't have. Since she had arrived here, it was destined that their paths would never cross again; perhaps such an ending wasn't entirely imperfect.

"As for punishment, there is no need. Let’s simply roll it over into the third trial," the Golden Dragon King declared.

"No, it seems he only told Cheng Qiying's father, Cheng Dazhuang. No one else knows, not even Cheng Qiying's mother," Eunuch Wang said after a moment of thought.

Yue Hao held a fair amount of respect for this head of the family, at least far more than he had for Yue Gongshan.

It was said that the Cheng family had only this one son. With Cheng Yi recognized and brought back, he would surely be expected to shoulder the family’s burdens in the future; his prospects were immeasurable.

Though his heart felt heavy, he did not utter a single word of complaint. He simply packed his luggage, bid farewell to his brother, and without even visiting his mother, mounted his horse and headed toward his own territory accompanied by a few guards.

There was also a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression and a hooked nose; his cultivation was inferior, only at the early Xiantian stage, still some distance away from the Great Perfection of the Xiantian realm.

For over ten thousand years, there were those who lost their magical powers due to the lack of spiritual energy, eventually aging and dying—a scene that played out every single day.

Before long, the sound of high heels echoed in her ears, seemingly mingled with a pride that refused to be inferior to anyone.

Moments later, the experts of the Beixuan family who had been rushing toward Jiang Yan and Gongsun Chuan were all frozen in mid-air.

She was wearing a sexy red lace nightgown, sitting on the daybed on the bedroom balcony, scrolling through Weibo, unaware of the man approaching behind her.

The hatred in Lu Linchen’s heart continued to swell and amplify; he could barely suppress the urge to kill Su Yini to avenge his older brother.

Ever since You Yu and the others brought back many storage bags and space rings, everyone in the Taiyi Sect had switched to large space rings, finally upgrading from bird guns to cannons.