Volume One, Chapter 33: The Disappointment of the Eminent Scholar Qi Shi

The voice faded away.

Changyang paused, looking toward the newcomer—it was Qi Yuan’s eldest son, Qi Zhengrong! He was also one of the four legendary "Poet Kings" widely celebrated throughout Bianjing.

"Oh? Princess Changyang, you are here as well!" Upon entering and seeing Changyang, Qi Zhengrong’s eyes lit up, his expression brimming with excitement.

Ricardadoli hurriedly beckoned a few soldiers to help Uchiha Madara up and transport him to the infirmary. After a period of emergency treatment, Madara finally drifted back to consciousness.

"It’s good that you’re alright, it’s good that you’re alright. I was worried to death just now," Hu Yufeng said, a smile appearing on his face—a look that was quite charming.

"He told us to continue expanding our branch; it is not yet the time to make a move. Since he is allowing Bai Baoguo to live, there must be a reason for his continued existence," the second brother replied truthfully.

If she and the child in her womb were gone, what meaning would all my efforts have? In that moment, I suddenly realized what was truly important to me.

Tianya shook her head violently. This was impossible, absolutely impossible. How could he possibly mean that?

However, I decided it was best not to mention such things, lest Mu Meiqing had merely spoken in jest, which would make things rather awkward for me.

Tossing and turning countless times, I pondered over and over, finally concluding that the most proper course of action now was to cast aside all the abnormal relationships around me and simply love Mu Meiqing with all my heart.

"This sword is named Kusanagi. Well? Are you afraid yet?" Susanoo laughed triumphantly.

The group led me to room 2316, swiped a key card to open the door, and ushered me inside. Once in, they quickly locked the door and shoved me onto the bed.

Naturally, if Lu Xuan’s own cultivation reached the peak of the Immortal King realm, the power he could truly unleash would be more than ten times greater than it was now.

But this was no problem for Jiang Fan. The Northern Netherfire was the quintessential representation of Yin-fire; once his strange fire transformed, everything fell into place with ease.

Pure Yang Immortal King spat out a mouthful of blood, the world spinning around him. That single blow just now had left him severely wounded.

Perseus asked in return. Through his previous interactions with Black Jeanne, he was certain the Holy Grail was in her possession, for she carried the same aura as he did. Black Jeanne herself had uttered similar words.

After slaying a few more, he had exhausted every possible means, yet he had not even managed to eliminate half of them, while he himself was already nearing his limit.

For a time, Baili Feiyue quietly ate her pastries while Noble Consort Hui gazed at her with eyes full of tenderness and affection, the scene appearing harmonious and joyful.

Jiang Fan, however, frowned slightly, his eyes eventually settling on the location of Dugu Yan’s legs, distracted by his own thoughts.

Suddenly, the lights throughout the concert hall dimmed, only to be cast upon the massive, opulent stage. Accompanied by music that was both elegant and stirring, the lights split into two large spheres, shining onto either end of the stage.

Just as the great demon Qin Du flew toward the God of Wealth, the latter prepared himself to slay this monster at any cost, determined not to let himself fall into peril.

However, his words put my mind at ease. After all, appearing here in the guise of a panda, I was quite worried that Tang Mingyu might catch wind of the news and come looking for me.

Upon entering the pleasure boat, the brilliant lights were almost blinding, followed by an intoxicating, fragrant aroma.

If not for the fact that he was unaware of the methods Jiang Que employed, he would have personally gone to rescue the person. But until he had gauged the depth of Jiang Que’s background, he could not bring himself to make the request.

Following this, the group began to reflect on their performance during the internship mission, meticulously refining their combat plan.