37 Time Travel to the Qing Dynasty (37)

Yao Xinluo watched the retreating figure and hesitated for a moment. She decided not to follow, choosing instead to spare Qiu Tianyu some dignity.

Beside the largest pile of bones, a colossal creature lay curled up. Its silver-white back was turned toward her, the scales clearly visible. Under the moonlight, they shimmered with a brilliant, iridescent glow, yet the terrifying aura it exuded could not be masked in the slightest.

Yuebai noticed that the chubby man was being remarkably serious, so he wrote down the guesses he had just voiced on the ground, point by point.

"I certainly won't apologize, but I know for sure she won't protect me," Gao Leling said, rolling her eyes.

Yuan Qiuhua remarked, "I don't know how to play cards, so why would I go? To be a third wheel? I wouldn't be blinding anyone else, but I’d surely end up hurting my own heart."

Wang Xu tried repeatedly until he finally mastered the precise control of this power. The entire process was akin to the containment of controllable nuclear energy, though the method he employed involved the far more complex medium of consciousness, as consciousness itself can store and release incredibly intricate energy.

The New Year passed quietly. After Qian Qian started school, the Daoist returned to his daily routine as a househusband. The agency had been open for half a year, but business remained poor. During the holiday, the two brothers had barely managed to land a job praying for blessings, which they only got because Ah De, seeing how slow their business was, had kindly steered the work their way out of pity.

"Your Majesty, Heng'er is the only bloodline left by my sister. I cannot watch him die. Princess Zhaohua is blessed with great fortune and an auspicious horoscope; she will surely be able to help Heng'er recover," Empress Zhang explained. It was exactly as others had guessed: she intended for Yao Xinluo to serve as a charm to ward off Li Heng's misfortune.

Did Fan Qi think he was insignificant? He had sought her out so many times, yet he had never once mentioned that they had known each other before. The first time he came to see her, he had even solemnly introduced himself.

Most importantly, on the right side of her neck was a beautiful, crescent-moon-shaped mark that emitted a faint, ethereal blue light—it was breathtaking.

In just a few days, it was their turn to take the stage. Li Ning wanted to roar in frustration several times, but she realized how powerless she was.

This incident became widely known, and rather than becoming a laughingstock, it was hailed as a classic and added to the "Three Sword Styles" manual of cultivation.

Luo Xi replied that she was fine and went back to work. She wanted to return her life to normalcy and wait for the right opportunity.

What was all this? Accompanying someone to go shopping, checking into hotels, sleeping together—Li Hao felt as if he had been purchased, yet deep down, a certain sense of happiness stirred within him.

He had carried her back, but Jiang Ming did not set her down. Instead, he paced slowly in circles around the room. The only change was that Afeng noticed a thin quilt had been draped over her.

She still had a headache. Yevgeniya sat up with a wry smile; it seemed she and her sister had drunk quite a lot last night.

Following Zhou Chu this time were many of the company’s middle managers, as well as some personnel sent by Zhang Jun to provide assistance. The way these people looked at Zhou Chu had changed.

In the flower-draped tent amidst the drizzling spring rain, lingering affection turns to yearning; watching the beauty with misty eyes, detached from the vanities of the mortal world, not a fool of youth. In dreams, we return to the depths, singing long, melancholy songs of love while waiting for the strings; upon waking, I sing wildly, laughing three thousand times, wishing only to be drunk in the presence of a lovely face.

In just three years, Ming Ye’s martial arts had surpassed everyone on Heaven Mountain, with the exception, of course, of the High Priest.

Her laughter still echoed in his ears, but she had already vanished—presumably to Wuhua Mountain.

Liu Yi gripped the string of prayer beads, but before he could strike, a white light slashed across. He instinctively pulled Feng Xi into an embrace, expecting pain that never came. When he looked again, his arms were empty.

Da Zhou did not recover as I had expected. He lay stiffly on the ground, looking completely beyond saving.

Initially, they were all quite panicked, but when the master saw me, he calmed down instantly.

Finally, the chaotic space before them was torn open, and what greeted their eyes was a deep, vast blue, as if they had entered the depths of the ocean.

After a busy morning, Xiang Long and the others returned home at noon. Irina and the others, who had been out all morning, were already hungry. Xiang Long knew this, but he was not particularly anxious.

A-Xin raised his hand: "In any case, there are four auction items I must acquire! I don't want to say too much; just consider it a matter of historical significance."

Su Yue'e heard my voice and pulled me to the other side. I was baffled and asked her what was wrong, but Su Yue'e stuttered, unable to find the words.

Before today, Olte’s view had been to remain neutral, taking no sides regardless of who was involved. Money and supplies were fine, but the Elsyra family would not get involved in the war. Even if this didn't satisfy either party, it wouldn't offend them either; this seemed the best strategy.

Thinking carefully, it had been at least three months since the old man’s fish soup had made me swear off fish forever.

Only now did Feng Xi believe this man was the Great Emperor of Fengdu. The Heavenly Venerate looked ashamed, while the man appeared so tragic and desperate that he must have endured immense suffering to become what he was now. She felt a sense of shared hardship, having been in Licuan herself, and since she had a favor to ask, she knew the principle that one who takes things or eats another's food is beholden to them.

Lu Nan immediately conjured the Ghost Fire of the Underworld to cover his body. When the soft flesh touched the green flames, they were instantly extinguished, but a bone-chilling cold pierced his skin and rapidly seeped into his muscles and bones.

Wang Dao recognized her at a glance. Suppressing his wild joy, he had thought on the way here: if his identity remained hidden, he would follow her until she returned to the Nalan family, which would be the perfect outcome. Besides, since she was already a grown woman, it would be a waste not to have his way with her before killing her.

Chu Yi looked over at the sound of a voice and saw a sturdy, middle-aged man staring at him with a face full of suspicion.

Just as Peng Jin ran to the doorway, he felt his foot get tripped, and he slammed into the doorframe, knocking himself unconscious.

Lu Nan could not help but start complaining, his mind already flooded with thousands of imaginary comments.

Although the Third Master secretly thought it absurd to believe Chu Yi had reached the Earth Realm, he had already decided in his heart that Chu Yi must be a Divine Master.