Chapter 27: Stay Away From Her

Mu Chi scratched his head, oblivious to the sarcasm.

"As for me, I'm not in any rush to leave. Even though the Grand Princess is... quite annoying, I’ve grown rather fond of the environment here at the Princess's residence."

Noticing the tips of his ears turning red, the sharp-witted Fu Shi immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Silence hung in the air for a long time...

In truth, his physique bore a much stronger resemblance to his mother’s rather than the burly, robust build of Xie Guangzong, which was why he had never imagined he would be capable of charging into battle on horseback.

Worried that the friction might leave marks, they took care to untie the ropes from Su Yueyue’s wrists and ankles.

"Because Wonyoung wants a look that suits a 'picnic,' the theme of the makeup will be based on that," Pei Yourong said, lifting her head. Although she was answering Choi Yena, her eyes remained fixed on Jang Wonyoung.

When the Prince of Chu heard the Crown Prince’s words, he realized this wasn't just a day or two of folly. Overcome with rage, he closed his eyes and collapsed.

"Are we really going to dig her up?" The wife of the Censor, feeling somewhat nervous, looked toward Lady Shangguan with hesitation in her eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, Arthur will be moved to the second door on the right on the second floor, the Dai Llewellyn Ward." As he spoke, he pulled a slip of paper from his pocket, carefully recorded the information, and handed it to Molly.

"Don't you dare move," the leader snapped. He tilted his head to listen, the thunderous sound of hooves growing ever closer.

Before reaching the Qianyang Hall, Zhao Yue distributed hunger-suppression pills to Li Yang and the others. Having consumed the pills, the Qi-refining disciples could focus their minds on comprehending the Qianyang Stele.

During that dark war, countless pure-blood wizards fell. Their families were shattered, and the wizarding world suffered catastrophic damage.

Most of these ministers had descendants holding official posts in the provinces of Yan and Yu, both of which were now in the hands of Cao Cao.

There were even many ordinary people who took pride in having entered the ruins and survived; it could only be said that the world was full of all sorts of people. Lu Shu felt this belonged in the "Why Are There So Few Foreigners" series.

Since Xi Feng had obtained the treasure chest, he did not delay. He and Long Teng left the Norma ruins, one after the other, and headed straight north of Norma Village to find Xia Ke. Little did he expect that on the night of the full moon, he would be nowhere to be found. It was not until the following evening that Xi Feng saw Xia Ke again.

Once Li Rizhi sat down at his examination desk, he heard two scholars nearby talking, appearing to have already completed their Q&A.

Given Jiang Xiao’s cultivation and physical prowess, he had no interest in innate supreme treasures. If it weren't for the need to keep the Pangu Axe intact, he wouldn't have even bothered to seize the Chaos Bell.

The middle-aged man was none other than Zhang Juzheng, and the young man was his third son, Zhang Maoxiu.

As Lin Feiyu’s realm ascended, the power of the Ten Directions Divine Path rose with it. The strength of the Prison-Suppressing bloodline he could command naturally grew more potent. The bloodline divine ability he unleashed was now capable of communicating with the power of the Prison-Suppressing Stele, allowing him to borrow a sliver of its strength.

During the fierce battle at the junkyard, Tushan encountered that same middle-aged man from the Dark Night Heaven. As soon as they met, they were like enemies seeing each other, eyes burning with hatred. Without a word, they clashed instantly.

At this moment, even Li Xianyi couldn't help but wonder if the infant inside that box... could it have been Lu Shu? After all, those who had reached their level of cultivation understood one thing: the rank of Grandmaster was not easily attained.

He had actually caught over eighty silver fish today, five of which were fourth-grade—this truly surprised him.

As for these three fifth-grade demonic beasts, they had only recently advanced within the Earth space. If Nangong Yunyao hadn't been in desperate need of spirit stones, he would never have sold them. Had he raised them to the sixth grade, they would have been worth far more.