Volume 1, Chapter 36: Trouble at the Prince's Estate

Li Xian and Chu Yun arrived outside the Li residence.

Chu Yun chuckled, gestured with his fan toward a spot ahead, then pointed at Li Xian and said, "Brother Li, if you’re in the mood, I can show you a night of pleasure that would make even the immortals envious. And if that’s not enough for you, I’ve got some miraculous elixirs on hand—I’ll provide them to you for free!"

Li Xian looked at Chu Yun helplessly; the lad was truly a playboy through and through. Aside from women, his only other interest was fine wine—a common trait among many a young rake of the ancient world. Chu Yun’s motives were simple enough: if he could win Li Xian’s favor, he wouldn't have to worry about running out of strong spirits in the future. Of course, he certainly wouldn't...

The Prince’s face was dark as a storm. He stared at An Youran with a gaze bordering on hatred, his expression as tragic as a martyr marching to the execution ground. He grabbed a piece of sashimi and shoved it into his mouth. He didn't dare chew, swallowing it whole instead.

She was meticulous by nature, her business dealings often relying on the calculation of the finest details, and she was always willing to put in the effort. Before long, Manager He allowed her to run the table on her own.

She stretched comfortably and curled up on the bed, unwilling to rise. Lying on her side with a faint smile, she squinted at the man’s back, lost in a daze of foolish longing.

Ye Anan found herself with nowhere to turn for help. She finally tasted the despair of calling to the heavens with no response and pleading with the earth to no avail, her tears falling in agony.

Having thought their paths would never cross again, they found themselves drawn together once more after that meeting.

Li Ming had nowhere left to retreat as Ye Zhiyuan’s scent washed over him. Her soft body, carrying a sweet fragrance, caused Li Ming’s breath to hitch. His vision blurred for a moment as his glasses were plucked away, and Ye Zhiyuan’s face was instantly magnified several times over.

A normal person’s first thought would be to secure the entry and exit points of the land, sea, and air to ensure no one could leave the city, followed by a systematic search.

After helping Qin Le cleanse herself, she prepared her most alluring, sheer lingerie. She tied a golden silk thread around the exquisite jade-like feet she admired so much, further accentuating their pale, translucent beauty.

At this moment, she suddenly regretted telling Yan Chengqian’s mother that the child was his. She had begun to find it unbearable to let the child leave her, for she truly had nothing left—only this child.

"With both human and physical evidence at hand, what more do you have to argue?" the Empress said mockingly, observing her calm demeanor.

Zhang Jun hadn't intended to look, but a glance caught the large, bold characters on the map. Yang Jun’s well-manicured, polished fingers pointed at the map, making the location stand out. He memorized the name.

"All right! Bring out the dishes!" Lando returned to his smiling self. No sooner had he spoken than the dishes were brought in by robots. Every dish here was precisely prepared by machines to provide the ultimate sensory delight.

Guan Zhui no longer knew what to say; in any case, in his heart, everything could be solved with money.

Han Shuo had never imagined that Qin Zheng would take the initiative to hold his hand. He was stunned for a moment, knowing only to follow her as they ran, wearing a silly smile. If he could hold her hand like this for the rest of his life, he would willingly follow her wherever she went.

"This is no place for a human to stay. If you have a way out, Sister, you must leave quickly. Even being a slave is better than remaining here," Lin Yuehua whispered.

By this time, more than thirty people had already charged in; no one noticed this poor,冤死鬼 (wrongfully dead soul).

Since the Emperor no longer trusted the Chu family or the Great General’s estate, those people would use various methods to win them over or control them—as long as they achieved one of the two. In short, they needed the people of these two houses to serve them. Even if they couldn't manage that, it would be enough if the Emperor simply ceased to trust these two families.

"The remaining two are things you cannot achieve right now: one is the cultivation to be immortal, and the other is the mastery of the laws of time and space!" said the White Lady.

"What a strange thing! But it’s useless against me!" I sneered. I didn't change the attack method I had conceived in my heart; instead, I slowly infused the Qian Sha with a surge of Heaven-Heart energy from within.

The Ice Flame King did not know that Mo Xingchen, like him, had eventually become a phantom and needed to find the Linglong Heart at the Bi Xian Sect, so he looked at Fan Tianluo in great confusion.

Lin Ye fanned the warm fire repeatedly. General Che became even more arrogant. Being so highly esteemed by the County Marquis in the main hall, in front of all the top officials of Lin County, anyone with less resolve would have lost their head. Clearly, General Che’s resolve was not particularly strong.

It hadn't even been the time of a single breath—the red sword shadows had flashed but a few times—and Lin Ye was so angry he wanted to curse the man's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Mo Xingchen turned his head to look at her. His eyes were pitch black and deep; the moment they landed on her, they softened and shimmered with gentle, starlit light.

The young man glanced at Lin Han, then withdrew his gaze and didn't look at him again, as if, in his eyes, Lin Han was worth nothing at all.

"Sigh, it’s been so many years, Second Senior Brother, and you’re still the same. By doing this, you’re disrupting the normal order of the lower realms. Aren't you afraid King Yama will report you to the Emperor?" Sha Seng reminded Zhu Bajie.

At this moment, Chu Tianyou, standing to the side, finally reacted. He shook his head and asked, "Dad, are you serious? Did Hong Kong really abstain?" Although Chu Tianyou had great faith in Mo Yang’s gambling skills, he still found it hard to accept something that had never happened before.

The crowd below watched as Gu Han, standing on the high platform, pulled back his fists and stood with his hands behind his back, returning to his calm and easygoing demeanor. Everyone was incredulous. But what shocked them most was his demonstration of the "Fierce Tiger Fist," a high-grade Yellow-tier martial art. It was as if a true, majestic tiger-beast had descended, its aura pressing down upon them, looking down on all living things.

"I haven't reached the peak yet; I don't dare eat it. After all, the success rate is only fifty percent," Concubine Fan said, shaking her head.

To Liu Zhi, the two types of cultivation techniques were hardly comparable. Not to mention the Qi-Guiding Technique, the Thousand Spirits Body-Tempering Scripture alone was leagues above the basic techniques of Radiant City.

Because Ji Feng had kicked out a leg so casually—seemingly slow, yet the youth couldn't dodge it. And strangely, despite the kick coming late, it landed firmly in the youth’s crotch before the steel pipe could strike.

During this period, although Shu Yue’s mental power had risen slightly, the growth was truly limited. The number of her beast legion had only increased from two hundred to two hundred and forty, and there was no progress in quality; there were still only three seventh-level spirit beasts.

Linghu Chong had seen it more clearly, but unfortunately, he hadn't caught the full picture, only seeing something long and chain-like that retracted the moment it touched.