Chapter 103: Sending Off My Sister, Teaching My Son

At dawn the next morning, Yu Gui came to pick up Qingyue before daybreak.

Li Qingyun had specially made an extra portion of breakfast.

Yu Gui said he had already eaten before coming, but how could Li Qingyun not know? He was simply too embarrassed to eat. For someone who set out before it was light, where could breakfast have come from?

Today’s breakfast was made by the three sisters together: coarse-grain porridge with pickles and chive-filled pastries. They made plenty so there would be enough for everyone.

At first, Li Qingyun had wanted to fry an egg for each person, but Qingyue flatly refused. She said that with so many people eating, how many eggs would be wasted? They might as well keep them for themselves. In the end...

Yet in such a vast city, the population was at least one hundred thousand. Over the generations, the Long-Lasting Palace had always followed the path of training few but exceptional disciples. In only a few hundred years, there was no way it could have developed such a massive settlement.

“I’m free this afternoon, so I’ll invite a few friends for tea. I thought I had a couple of very close friends, and I want to call them. Tonight I’m seeing a movie with my parents. I’m sorry—I can’t spend Christmas Eve with you.” She apologized gently.

Xie Mao said nothing as he built the wall. Watching him deal with himself so earnestly, Yi Feishi felt complicated emotions.

The state security officers immediately got into their cars. Those armed men drove off in all directions, while the only target the security people pursued was Fan Tao, who was on a motorcycle.

Situ Yanxin stared at the robot, dazed. Zhao Qing was right: Tang Xin had built this city not to stand against the world, but because the people who came here and worked diligently only hoped to create a paradise apart from the world. Such a simple dream should not be stained by slaughter.

“I told you long ago not to meddle in the affairs between the Crown Prince and the Ninth Prince. You simply wouldn’t listen. Now look—Mother Empress and the Second Brother fell from the altar and died, and Father Emperor has imprisoned you and the Crown Prince. What... what are we to do?” As she spoke, the Lord of Blue Swallow Palace’s eyes reddened, tears almost spilling.

However, aside from tuition and general living expenses, the biggest outlay was actually the teaching tools and experiment fees for the related courses.

Before the words had even faded, Xue Tingrang felt a sharp pain on his lip. Zhaoer had bitten him.

After biting him, she tried to run, but Xue Tingrang pulled her back.

Yan Zhaolie sat with his legs slightly apart, relaxed and at ease, idly playing with a white jade teacup glazed in pale green. A paper window had been opened a crack, and the bright light reflected from the snow shone clear and cold across his long eyes and brows. A crimson forehead band burned like flame, and with his fine, jade-like features, he was breathtakingly handsome.

Later still, whether from pain or fatigue, she herself no longer knew; she simply drifted into a hazy sleep.

He suddenly remembered that the previous adventure in the Illusory Glass Realm had already given him enough prize crystals for ten consecutive draws.

Wang Lin, shaken by Yang Fan’s calm and domineering bearing, had become somewhat timid.

As for disciples, the Twelve Golden Immortals, the many treasures of the Interpretation Sect, the Three Holy Mothers, and the other inner-sect disciples, along with the outstanding outer-sect disciples, could all be guarded against.

When the demon race had made a move against the human race, Zhao Gongming discovered it in advance and, bringing his murderous aura with him, came to the demon race to invest. The human race no longer needed to continue fighting, and the demon race’s investment also gave Zhao Gongming enough treasures in return.

After Chi Xin left, Lin Yun immediately released all the power in his body, shrouding the entire city.

Just as she had expected, she soon heard outside the cry of the emperor’s arrival, followed by the crowd’s thunderous acclamation.

Seeing Feng Qing behave with such courtesy, far more likable than his own nephew’s debt-collector manner, Xiao Xunzi’s expression finally eased a little.

In the middle of the vast plaza, a ring had been set up with a diameter of nearly a hundred meters. To the north of the arena stood a high pavilion rising in five tiers of steps, each level crowded with seats. On the topmost tier there were only five places, and all of them were wide Grand Preceptor chairs, clearly reserved for the most powerful figures at the summit.

No!

Lin Xi’s eyes flew wide. Since when had someone been in this room?

She turned around and saw Yu Xiao sitting by her bed, smiling faintly at her. Startled, Lin Xi clutched the blanket and backed away until she pressed against the window.