22. Time Travel to the Qing Dynasty (22)

In the series of examples cited by Lady Li Seventeen, the three empresses all hailed from prestigious, noble families. Their husbands ranged from wise rulers to tyrants, yet each of these women enjoyed immense trust, wielding considerable influence not only within the inner palace but also over the imperial court. Gu Weiniang could not help but knit her brows.

She then poured a full glass for Jin, who sat beside her. Lan Rui and Jin gazed at the brimming glasses before them, sharing a knowing smile. When the junior disciple approached Ling Feng, the previously lively atmosphere seemed to freeze; all eyes converged, leaving only Ling Feng in the spotlight.

Suddenly, with a thunderous "bang," the black clouds stretching for hundreds of miles coalesced into a massive, demonic energy palm print, slamming violently down upon the floating island of the Demon-Sealing Valley.

Since cultivating the True Scripture of the Black Tortoise, he had acquired a trace of that supreme, peerless aura characteristic of a divine beast. In particular, the Black Tortoise is known for its robust vitality, a trait that had also extended to Li Qing.

The system detected that Ling Yun possessed an all-attribute constitution and, as a result, rewarded him with a growth-type martial technique.

The sun had already climbed high, and most people had arrived, but Li Qing had yet to appear. This left Li Kun, waiting outside the gymnasium, in a state of torment, his neck craning every so often to peer about in anxious expectation.

What they heard was something that seemed possible only in the annals of human history, yet now it was to become their reality under their new city lord. They could almost foresee the prosperous life that lay ahead for humanity, and the mere thought made them want to cheer and scream with excitement.

"Husband, tell us! What's your idea? Don't keep us in suspense!" Xue'er rested her head on Ziyun's lap, looking directly up at him.

The Valley Master turned around, his expression stiffening as he let out a cold, low laugh. Being questioned by a warrior at the early stage of the Innate Realm was a first for him.

Jin Shan-shan waited for a while, assuming the man was silently rejecting her. She pouted, feeling even more humiliated; she had actually asked for his help, only to be ignored.

A member of the Qian family, who had thought he was about to distinguish himself, reacted a split second too late. He was stabbed in the stomach by a blade wielded by an unknown assailant, a blow that forced a final, agonizing roar from his throat before he died.

Like children, these peak Tier 2 warriors preparing for a breakthrough on the battlefield were tormented by hunger, yet they had not lost their reasoning.

That was not the point; Zhou Ye was wealthy now and didn't care about these small additions.

"No," Yin Zhen said, holding his cup and brushing aside the floating tea leaves with the lid. His eyes were downcast, masking his true emotions.

*Smack!* Zuo Jun was not tall, reaching only to Shen Shen's shoulder, but he leapt up with all his might and slammed a fist into Shen Shen's face, staggering the man and nearly sending him to the ground.

"Never a chance? Why?" Hu Xiaofeng was unconvinced. He was determined to avenge his father's death, no matter what.

"You are at the mid-stage of the Emperor Realm, yet you cannot see through the essence of this stone?" the Azure Emperor asked, casting a glance at the snow-white rock.

"An Xia, could you possibly fill in for Wu Yazhen? She’s not feeling well, and after a few days of rest, she’s fallen behind. For the sake of our class, could you please help out?" Shu Minyan asked, her tone feigning sincerity.

Their first instinct was that there must be some conspiracy; otherwise, the ten Immortal Emperors would not have simply surrounded them without taking action.

Among them was a Yuan army soldier who had lost an arm, holding his stump high. No one mocked him; everyone who looked at his resolute expression offered him the respectful smile he deserved, which in turn drew a smile to his own lips.

Among the comments, the vast majority were urging Lin Can to continue updating, while others discussed the plot and the moments that made people applaud.

"What do you think?" Lin Chenmu said with a smile. On this crowded bus, chatting to pass the time was not a bad way to spend the journey.

Compared to before, Yang Tian was now much calmer when facing trouble. Having experienced the Dream of the Titan, he had become more patient with difficult problems.

"..." Watching Heidi fall into a daze, Liu Zhe felt a bit awkward. Why was there no response? Had he said something he shouldn't have?

As it happened, the situation had just reversed: the Red-Haired True King was now fleeing in the front, while Yan and Bai pursued him from behind.

"Very well," Mathews said. "If you betray the Master's trust, I, Mathews, will stop at nothing to hunt you down to the ends of the earth." "Rest assured, I have my principles. At the very least, I would never be ungrateful," Liu Zhe promised.

Skill: Evil Spirit Curse (Passive, Special). When suffering from a negative status effect, the opponent has a 50% chance to be afflicted with the same effect, with the duration halved, and immunity to the same negative status for 30 seconds.

In this beast tide, it was rare to see the exotic beasts coordinating between land and air forces.

Once the crisis was resolved, Taichu Yao gritted his teeth, thinking that once he left this bubble space, he must find a way to track down the thirty-plus people who had abandoned him.

The back of the red crab was covered in sword marks—roughly estimated, there were no fewer than three hundred. Each mark was half a meter deep and three meters long. The creature's entire carapace was ravaged; it was hard to imagine the agony the crab had endured before it died.

Black Sand was one of the demon generals, tasked with constantly gathering forces before reaching a designated location.

At this, Ye Wushang finally understood. The gorgeously dressed youth and the boy announcing the rules on the peak had connections. Or rather, they had been chosen long ago. Their participation in the selection was merely a formality.

Just as Li Muyu was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a hand touch his shoulder.

These two fellows were, naturally, Mr. Yan and Dr. Li, both of whom had had their rare day off ruined as well.

Under Xia Fanchen's assault, one demon guard after another was sent flying, their lives extinguished instantly.

Eventually, Shen Mu even reached across the aisle to hold Cheng Yi’s delicate hand, pulling Zhang Biqiang into the mix to perform a bit of frivolous palm reading, which prompted Yu Peili to lean over and join in the fun.

Of course, if there were dragon energy from other true dragons to act as a catalyst, the effect would naturally be better. However, the dragon race had long since gone into hiding, and even powerful experts above the Seventh Heaven had rarely seen a dragon in their entire lives. Even if Zhou Feng wanted to find one, he wouldn't know where to look.