Volume 1, Chapter 32: Turmoil in the Vassal States

Xiao An pondered for a moment before saying earnestly, "I remember you once said, sir, that to be human, the most important thing is not how much one achieves, but to be self-reliant. That is the primary concern. Once you enter the Imperial City, it is inevitable that you will encounter many injustices. While it is natural to feel compassion, you must first protect yourself before you have the qualifications to protect others."

Li Xian smiled as he looked at Xiao An, saying, "You truly understand me. When I am wealthy in the future, I will establish an academy in the Great Gan and make you its teacher. You can educate others on my behalf, which will also lighten my burden."

Xiao An immediately lowered his head, speaking with great modesty, "I have only learned a superficial..."

"That 'Jiaowei' zither you mentioned belonged to a man named Cai Yong. Do you know which dynasty he lived in?" I asked.

Of course, healing was not a one-day task, and Gao Feng could not watch over it every day. He handed full responsibility to Yan Jizhong while focusing his energy on the development of the two routes, all while helping Li Qingzhao build the museum.

Two gleaming blades were already pressed against Xiang Chong's neck. Gao Feng said nothing; he knew that even if he were to hack this man into meat paste, it would be of no use and could not remedy the situation. He could only hope for a miracle.

In truth, it was those paper ghosts doing the writing, while Ah Mei was responsible for supervising and binding. Unexpectedly, Ah Mei’s slender claws were remarkably dexterous. Though she could not read, she could split a notebook into four or five parts, have the paper ghosts copy on different pages, and finally assemble them herself.

Ever since her encounter with Princess Qingyan that day, Shen Rouxue had been invited to stay as a guest. The people here seemed naturally simple and kind; they treated her very well. At the very least, she had never felt any malice from them—though perhaps that was also because she was always with Princess Qingyan.

As Yuqiao passed by Zhou Zhenhuan, she inadvertently turned slightly, revealing her face. Her cheeks were delicate and charming, her eyes filled with misty ripples, and her dimples were brimming with powder-scented grace. She cast a glance toward him, as if there or not, containing three parts of spring passion and four parts of watery allure.

"The quantity is sufficient; everything was made according to the Master's requirements, and there is even a surplus. It’s just—" Gao Shan stepped forward to report.

"I don't care about any Ghost Emperor or Yama. I am a mage, and I don't know them. All I know now is that you have forcibly detained the master soul of a living person. That is not permitted even under the laws of your Underworld, is it?" Mo Bai calmly counterattacked.

"Yuhuan, I already know about the Nanyang affair, and I have scolded him for it." Grand Tutor Chu paused, finally showing a look of helplessness, and whispered, "Father can only help you this much. But I urge you to be magnanimous and tolerant; if you do, your days will surely be smooth!" Upon hearing this, Yuhuan's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she merely pursed her lips in silence.

Su Yi chuckled and said nothing more. Although Shen Rouxue had told him that she had seen it more than once or twice and that he didn't need to maintain his modesty in front of her, it was, in any case, a shift in Shen Rouxue's perspective.

I do not know if it was because it had just crawled out of that earthen well, whether it was frenzied or merely excited, but I felt that this thing was extraordinary. Thus, I strove to chase it as it sped eastward. The heavy rain poured down on me without end; fortunately, I wiped the rain from my face over and over, identifying the path, and managed not to lose it.

The prison environment was harsh. Liu Fan looked at his surroundings with a headache. The others seemed accustomed to it, sitting on the ground without complaint, all waiting for the Emperor's judgment. Whether they lived or died depended solely on a single thought from the Emperor.

Though he said this, he still respected Lin Hao in his heart. After all, he had brought him back from the battlefield and had taken good care of him along the way; there was no need to look down on him or hold himself superior because of this or that matter.

It was clearly a spirit sword forged with several high-quality spirit stones, yet it had no power to parry, shattering into countless pieces just like the giant axe from before.

"General, Prince Ming has sent Qibi Shamen with five thousand troops to assist us in defending the city. The main force is now outside the city walls," Lou Yong said, having rushed to the ramparts.

"If you don't listen, I will discipline you until you do." Zhao Yu stood up and walked over to her, using his height advantage to loom over her, his eyes staring at her dangerously.

As she spoke, she leaned her flushed, burning face against my chest, leaving me instantly at a loss.

As soon as I stepped into this Jianzhai tomb, I was startled. My aunt had disappeared, but why was the spirit paper still spreading forward sheet by sheet, as if it were extending on its own?

I have always had a very special feeling about my family's ancestral tomb. Unlike some people who feel an inexplicable fear when seeing graves, I do not. I have always felt that this is where our ancestors rest; there is no need to be afraid. After all, how could one's own ancestors harm their descendants?

"Ahem, Su Yixing, is it? When you gave me that thousand-year-old ginseng, I did promise to protect your Su family once, but that doesn't mean you can use it whenever you want!" Daoist Changchun said with a smile.

"Whether you say it or not, you will face family discipline." Gu Yunmi swallowed her bread, glaring at him in an instant.

Just like that, the two joked all the way. Ji Mo’s driving skills were indeed excellent, and they arrived at the hot spring club in just over ten minutes.

This time, her tone was clearly much stiffer than before. I suppose she must have been quite angry.

Just like when he arrived, Xia Fan could only have his Fire Dragon avatar, which had suppressed its own strength, take on his appearance to proceed. However, unlike last time when the Fire Dragon avatar was empty-handed, this time he brought the Heaven-Swallowing Bag.

Connecting this to the get-rich-quick path he mentioned, and adding what I heard with Ye Zitong at the KTV that day, I had to suspect that the "get-rich-quick path" this Long-Haired Monkey spoke of was selling that kind of soil. Of course, Niu Zi was likely involved as well.

Beneath a leather miniskirt that was short to the point of absurdity were long, slender legs wrapped in black fishnet stockings. The graceful curves extended unbelievably down to her ankles, terminating in high heels that were even redder than wine.

These words could be described as extremely arrogant. Hua Xiyan knew that this person had officially declared war on her.

"What is it?" Hua Xiyan called Wen Xia in, looking at her cautious expression and asking in a clear voice.

The warm sunlight streamed through the car window. Chen Bi'er closed her eyes, enjoying the nourishment of the daylight. The sun made her feel lazy, and her whole body gradually warmed up. The sound of the wind whistling past her ears seemed to carry countless warmth, seeping straight into her heart.

I could not help but sigh to myself. Fortunately, Jinfeng had not collapsed, and fortunately, I had not taken the beads from Jinfeng. Otherwise, if I had caused the chaos of Fengdu, would I not have been a great sinner?

However, what he said did not differ from what the professionals he consulted had said, so he could not just throw money into a bottomless pit.

Gu Chong was never a person who became arrogant upon success, because that was completely meaningless. He would never waste energy doing anything that lacked meaning.