Volume One, Chapter 27: If You’re Capable, Have the Emperor Strip Me of My Title

Looking toward the newcomer, everyone gradually recognized him as Wu Tianyi—the heir to the Prince of Pacifying the South.

A strange sweetness welled up in Qin Rou’s heart. So the young master still had a place for me after all! Otherwise, why would he rush over the moment he heard I might be in danger?

“Ha, you’re thinking far too simply, aren’t you? You should know that marrying Zhong Yuhan means more than taking a great beauty as your wife. More importantly, it would let him inherit Zhong Shouhang’s territory. That is an enormous temptation. Do you really think Kai wouldn’t be moved?” Seeing Xu Zuoyan’s utterly matter-of-fact expression, Yao Tian could not help laughing.

The facts proved that this thing could not be washed away at all; it had grown from within his flesh. The discovery left Chu Yu somewhat flustered. How had these things suddenly appeared for no reason? What was happening?

Qin Tang, Emperor Qin, and the others had chased them all the way to the outside of the Imperial Palace, but they did not continue any farther.

Qiuyue answered her with action. With a light swing of her arm, she flung Hong Shao several yards away, sending her crashing to the ground.

“Could you stop meddling in my affairs? You people are so annoying.” After saying this, Fan Hongchen walked into his room alone.

That morning, Xu Zuoyan discovered that he had eaten all the dried food he had stored away, so he went out to buy more. On his way back, however, he saw two people he did not want to meet standing before the entrance to the apartment building: Madam Zhong and Zhong Yuhan.

Before long, everyone saw a carriage approaching. After it stopped at the gate, Muxue walked over to its side.

Holding on to the doorframe, she gave him a cold, alluring smile. “Then, Third Uncle, do you think what you did to me last night would be accepted by anyone?” Her tone was as sharp as a blade.

Sikong Yan was Sikong Gao’s younger brother, born of the same mother, and the Empress Dowager was still pressing down upon him. Even if I staked my life on it and demanded his death, Sikong Gao would never agree.

“Smack! Smack, smack, smack, smack…” After a brief silence, some people began to applaud. Though they knew they themselves were part of the joke.

As for the grand competitions of the cultivation world, one needed an exorbitant ticket price and sufficient qualifications even to have the privilege of watching. Thus, the Grand Luotian Ritual was an extraordinarily lively festival—certainly not something that could be held casually.

It could only mean that this person’s cultivation was far above that of the two men, or that he had once practiced a technique for concealing his aura.

Those whom Shen Jiuzhi’s gaze swept over respectfully lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. Cold sweat seeped from their brows.

The Great Dao resounded with solemn grandeur, like peerless heavenly music beyond all comparison. Yet after the initial shock, a helplessly amused expression appeared on Luo Chen’s face.

Had this Immortal Flame not mutated into Earthfire, the level of the Immortal Flame alone would have been beyond her reach. Even if she encountered it, she would have been unable to subdue it.

The kettle kept letting out plaintive cries. Clearly, the water inside had long since boiled dry, so I simply reached over and switched it off.

As for the Imperial Venerable, he ruled the Nine Heavens. Although his relationship with her, the Profound Venerable of Jade Terrace Palace, was not especially close, neither had they ever had any dispute. It was impossible for him to come knocking and provoke her while she was in seclusion.

He understood the thoughts of the human will’s incarnation. Indeed, humanity itself might scrutinize his direct lineage of power even more harshly than he did.

His head was clutched tightly in Death Nine-Pounds’ grasp, while the finger bones of the Grim Reaper still pierced the core of his soul. Every faint twist brought him agony that made him wish for death and yet unable to die.

They had been brother and sister for so many years that the moment Ge Sheng spoke those words, Ye Qing already knew what he intended to do.

Wasn’t he supposed to be suppressed on Sky Pool Star? Even under suppression, he was already this domineering. If he were not suppressed, could I still withstand a single palm strike from him?