Chapter 20

“Y-You go ahead first! Ye Xiaowan, where have you been these past few days?” Mo Tianlei forcefully shook off Jasmine, who was clinging to his arm.

Across from them, Zhao Mingxi suddenly froze inexplicably, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes. Seizing this momentary lapse, the petals broke through the cold gleam and showered down upon Zhao Mingxi.

“Prince Liang, don’t you think this is an inappropriate occasion to bring up such matters all of a sudden?” the Empress remarked.

“It’s settled—the seal has been placed. You may leave now. Remember, lure as many cultivators as possible, the higher their cultivation, the better. The more and stronger cultivators you attract, the greater the rewards I will grant you, including foundation establishment pills,” Ye Mingyue said in a tempting tone.

Jun Qingming fell silent. Before long, Su Luan heard the faint snoring of the person beside her.

“Can you find fried dough sticks, soy milk, and scallion pancakes anywhere else in the Rice Kingdom?” Ye Yunle asked again.

Half an hour later, above a deserted island, Wang Changsheng and Master Guihai hovered in the void, seemingly waiting for someone.

At this moment, Su Luan also learned that the execution overseer was Yu Qian, which surprised her. She had no idea under what identity Yu Qian served as execution overseer—certainly not as a military officer in the camp.

But as a man, Yang Chao was not one to dawdle, and regarding Qiao Yishu, he had no desire to claim her at this time.

That sensation of being lifted to the clouds and then thrown into the dust still haunted Lu Chengxuan with lingering dread.

Lin Ran was indifferent; he would help if he could, but if not, it didn’t matter—after all, it was none of his business.

Yet when Lin Ran saw Yang Liu’s gaze—tearful and full of worry—he couldn’t bear it. His heart softened. “Forget it, I’ll help.”

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At Lin Ran’s words, everyone present seemed to focus their attention on him.

Lin Yushu’s situation was different; she had initiated the breakup. If Wang Zixuan had been the first to let go, Lin Yushu would have harbored selfish feelings, quietly staying by Situ Xuan’s side, leaning on him.

Zhao Qinfang’s voice was crisp and melodious, singing with heartfelt emotion. When Fan Zhao heard her to the end, tears soaked his garment.

This was Man Zhan’s final cry. He had narrowly escaped the battle of Molan City, only to fall on the soil of Moluo. The famed Western Yue general, dying in a pool of blood with humiliation and regret. After Gu Fan slew Man Zhan, he quickly approached Duan Lang, and the two then turned their gaze to Lu Mu.

Chi Luoying Dream pouted, then her fingertips returned to their normal color.

Chan Chi cupped his hands in greeting, looking benevolent from every angle, yet when Chi Luoying Dream and the others looked at him, they began to tremble.

Dantai Moli’s face was pale as he clenched his teeth, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Dantai Mingyue wept silently, too nervous to speak.

Lin Xueyao never imagined that Mo Li would initiate conversation at such a moment, but upon hearing Mo Li’s warning, she realized something was amiss nearby. Her overthinking had blinded her to it. Now alert, Lin Xueyao was on guard.

“Young master, it’s rare for you to come to Siming City. Have you forgotten the old madam’s instructions?” Uncle Chai said.

Three thousand strands of black hair were tied up, adorned with a golden crown. His handsome face was softened, no longer as stern or rigid as before.

But no matter how unsettled she felt inside, Hestia would never be outdone by Loki.

Other supernatural abilities integrated into the “Master of All Things” power could be used independently.

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Since there was no avoiding it, Yun Chi simply pulled the reins, turned back, circled in place, and waited for Prince Xiao to catch up.

Moreover, at a visibly accelerating pace, his entire right arm became petrified, as if transformed into a genuine stone arm.

Besides, the wine she held was clearly not a strong spirit; its aroma was pure and refreshing, not heavy—probably low in alcohol content.

Long Er had completely abandoned any thought of fighting. After all, the pressure from above was immense, and if he offended those above, he would suffer consequences.

Later, no matter how dire the predicament, Xu Jing would unconsciously recall Yun Chi’s words from today.

Lin Yichun suggested that, as far as she remembered, the first time she took Long Fei to an underground bar, she heard him sing.

Li Xiao did not want to be a double-dealer; since he had to place a bet, he might as well commit fully.

After Li Zhen had eaten corn once, she kept clamoring for more. But there was only one corn stalk in the space, unique throughout the Tang Dynasty, bearing seven ears. Li Xiao could not bear to break another off.

The rules of truth creation, the rules of lie reversal—and Feng Qingwu’s near-complete authority called “Incompletion” could nullify all such rules.

A ten-mile street paved with roses became a local sensation, drawing media coverage. Yet most people had no idea who this fortunate Nuan Nuan was.