Chapter 35

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According to Fang Hong’s understanding of the Great Qian, it was an imperial realm of humanity, with vast mountains and rivers, a teeming population, and the air of a golden age.

A cousin was, in truth, a rather distant relative. Calling on one once was fine, but if it happened too often, anyone would grow annoyed.

Yet he had never imagined that his next reunion with He Yitong would take place under such circumstances.

“Big Brother, ordinarily, the deeper we go, the darker it should become. But why is it getting brighter here? This light doesn’t seem to come from candles, either. What’s going on?” Huanyu asked in confusion.

Remembering his younger sister’s indifferent attitude, he wanted to send the Heavenly Emperor back as quickly as possible. Otherwise, the moment he saw her utterly heartless behavior, he would probably be hopping mad.

Asen, sitting inside the carriage, was the first to look up in astonishment. But when he saw He Yitong through the carriage window—

Fang Yao, wearing a tailor-made apron, came over to take a look as well. Her expression froze; she opened her mouth and instinctively bent her knees in greeting.

The [Messages] interface was temporarily empty. There was nothing inside, and it was probably intended to become the player’s source of information later on.

No one knew which member of the Great Qian royal family had devised this unit for measuring combat power: the Initial Innate Realm, possessing the Strength of One True. It was a veiled suggestion that even the former dynasty had possessed only that much strength.

Those who spend their lives groping along the border between life and death cannot remain forever on either the bright side or the dark side of the world.

When the final four words were spoken, countless people on the stage were utterly stunned. They had always regarded Xiao Ran as a legendary figure and had never imagined that they would actually see him in person that day.

“Main quest issued: Accept a super-useless disciple. The system will assess the disciple according to their aptitude and issue a reward.”

“Because I fell in love with him.” Luo Yunsheng took Bei Ling’s hand and looked toward Gu Hanci.

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Angry as he was, Fu Yi was also wondering why Xia Yunmei had left with Zuo Yang—and why she had not returned that evening.

After the Lord had finished dealing with the matter and returned, he discovered that a child had appeared out of nowhere beside Luo Yunsheng.

Still shaken, Han Zhiling stared fixedly at Yue Xinghe, like a ravenous wolf.

From that time onward, the princess’s faction monopolized the government of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, and the Eastern Wu Dynasty grew weaker with every generation.

There were always many things in this world that could not be helped. Yet Wen Jiayi clearly knew how much Fu Yi needed her, and still drove her cruelest blade into him.

Perhaps habit truly was something that sank deep into the heart. Huo Qiyan was her habit—the habit she could never give up.

Although Xia Hongqiu dodged the strike, the fierce wind carried by the Desolate Heaven Wild Phoenix Saber left a searing pain around his waist. His brows lifted slightly as sword aura extended from his long sword, and he thrust viciously toward Desolate Heaven Wild Phoenix’s head without the slightest mercy.

An Nianchu rose to her feet, still gripping the key in her hand. Without looking back, she opened the door and left. Yet the tears would not stop. Why had he withdrawn his hand? Because she had cried? Or because his conscience had finally awakened?

The sun now hung high in the empty sky, and the daylight was brilliant. But no one had the heart to enjoy it. Their attention had been drawn entirely to Qiu Xuan and the other Innate experts, lest they miss even the slightest bit of excitement.

Fang Qi lay quietly on the bed, gazing at the saber hanging on the wall. Its black scabbard was as dark as a coffin. The saber remained inside its sheath—but where was the person in the coffin?

Long Hua let out a soft sigh, his tone growing much gentler. He did not want to continue arguing endlessly with Tian Xue. He wanted to ease the awkward tension between them. Unfortunately, the moment he spoke, his words provoked yet another battle between the two.

“This young master was plotting against you?” Before Gu Linger could finish, Long Linfei cut in and completed the sentence for her.

Lu Lu thought to herself, Do I really look that foolish? I memorized it all long ago. But why the hurry? I simply like having you cook for me.

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The group left Suzhou City with ease and hurried to the shore of Taihu Lake. The burly man quickly slipped into the dense grass. Before long, he emerged piloting a narrow skiff. The boat was not large, yet he handled it with extraordinary steadiness, gliding across the nighttime waves of Taihu without the slightest jolt.

As she watched Qin Muchen enter the bathroom, she still went into the master bedroom. They were, after all, husband and wife by now. He treated her so well that she could not be willful, thinking only of her own feelings while disregarding his.

Yu Mengdie suddenly spotted the stone tower, and her expression changed at once. She clutched Fang Qi’s hand tightly, her footsteps slowing more and more.

Conversations like this could be heard everywhere among the dozens of youths. Whenever a team member ranked lower, he would say something similar to someone who had placed ahead of him.

These were the throws and takedowns of judo. They could send an opponent crashing to the ground and keep him from rising—a relatively forceful and fierce form of close-quarters combat.

“It probably is!” Although Ling Yang was sitting in the back and had not seen it with his own eyes, he knew Sister Xue would never joke with him about something like that. He immediately drooped in dejection, and the joy he had just felt at the thought of escaping alive vanished without a trace.

Captain Lu thought for a moment, then signaled the young man not to act rashly. Sure enough, not long afterward, the house rang with a man’s howls of agony, like a ghost and a wolf crying out together. But the shouting stopped before long.

Everyone was awakened. They were hardworking mechanics—the kind of technical nerds people in later generations would call engineering geeks. Faced with this situation, they were clearly somewhat awkward and uneasy, and one after another turned their eyes toward the factory director and leader, Qian Changzuo.

The old man with the crutch was known as Liao Qier, an elder of the Four Seas Hall of the Beggars’ Sect. The name “Qier” was a homophone of “beggar,” reflecting the identity of his branch within the sect.

Afterward, Ye Tian walked forward and used the probe of a pulse metal detector to scan the ground, seeing whether he could discover anything.

Of course, these people had no idea that the so-called “dragon vein” was merely the coccyx of Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor and forefather of humanity—and that it was already in Xia Yang’s possession. Their journey was destined to end in emptiness.

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