Volume One, Chapter 70: The Beauty's Profound Grace, A Kiss Seals Their Love!

I Love Batian’s cry of “Master” took Ma Yiyi by surprise, stirring up a storm of emotions within her heart. Xiao Jinyan observed her proper gesture of respect and surmised she must have received rigorous upbringing. Yet, when his gaze fell upon Gu Fei’er, whose beauty surpassed even that of Han Meiruo, a tender affection shimmered in his amorous eyes.

A divine rainbow pierced endless space, and in just under two hours, Tian Ye was brought to the edge of the Longevity Mausoleum. After some thought, Chu Yi could only smile bitterly. If he had to face the Exalted Deity now, he truly had no confidence he could defeat him. Though the city was vast, space was nonetheless limited. Relying on his speed, Chu Yi was unsure if he could shake off the Exalted Deity within such confines.

He knew that Wuxin had opposed Chu Xuanye and the others for the sake of his sister, Wushuang. As the eldest of the Prime Minister’s household, he too cherished his only sister. But Wuxin truly should not have dragged the innocent Xiao Jinyan into this.

Meanwhile, Shou Youxiang’s hand turned sharper than a blade. After Zhao Mu ascended the throne, he faced numerous obstacles in his desire to marry Shangguan Li. To mislead Long Xuan, Shangguan Li committed many outlandish acts: erecting fairy platforms, building palaces, squandering countless resources and manpower. To say she was a modern-day Daji would not be an exaggeration.

“Why not kill me?” Tian Ye had no doubt that with the power of the Tongshi Realm, he was utterly incapable of resistance. Suddenly, the longsword in his hand changed, transforming its masculine force into gentle grace. His movements grew elusive, like the wind, omnipresent and untouchable.

Cen Kexin naturally accepted the gift, eagerly placing it on herself. It was rare for someone to appreciate her designs so much; her heart overflowed with joy.

“So be it. As your brother, I should support you. I’ll go home and write the invitation now. Tomorrow, we’ll go together,” Ye Hua sighed, finally relenting.

“She doesn’t have the time to care about her. I’m the one who holds grudges,” Qian Qiyao slammed the door, leaving these final words for Jiang Yu.

After Li Zixiao’s meddling, Ji Ruobing truly wondered if she was hallucinating. After all, she’d been kept under house arrest by the doctor for a while, leaving her physically exhausted.

She had no right to shed tears, did she? From the moment she chose Wei Yefeng, she forfeited the right to regret, let alone the qualification to return to Tie Yannian’s side.

“In time, you’ll know,” Hua Meng replied coldly, casting a glance at Shen Jun before entering her floral chamber. Seated upon a lotus carved from stone, she spat out a mouthful of black blood, wounded in her battle with Bai Qingshui. With a flick of her two fingers, she sent a black pill into her mouth, black mist rising from her crown.

Now, the nation was at peace, the people secure. Though nothing weighed on him, he still had to maintain appearances. Take, for instance, Gu Xuege, as chaste as Empress Xiao Zhen herself—her only purpose was to adorn his harem, even if just as a decorative flower.

The only thing the two continents shared in common was time: the passage of years was identical for both. Here lay a perfect channel, harnessing the power of time to traverse the ages and reach the Imperial Wastes.

The long-awaited ambush finally erupted before nightfall. Over twenty regular Vietnamese troops had barely entered the clearing of the jungle when the slaughter began, starting from the rear.

Cen Kexin hurried to school, pondering how she could appease Xixi and keep her from staying angry.

In the chill of midwinter, steam curled above the bun shop, blurring men’s faces; everyone stared intently, eager to see what would happen, while Chang Pingping glanced around absentmindedly.

Xu Kuan invited her to sit and brewed a pot of tea. Luo Yue recounted the whole story. Xu Kuan listened attentively and finally agreed to her plan, promising to escort them safely from Yucheng in three days.

The Heavenly Trooper smiled. Scout cavalry specialize in gathering intelligence; while lacking combat prowess, their survival skills are unmatched.

And this was precisely what Axiu most dreaded. She had struggled so hard to come here—she must strive to alter the course of the future.

A rare few with innate talent for primordial soul mystic arts might encounter illusions; whether they could escape them was also a part of passing through the Meridian Realm.

Once completed, that place would be the most tightly defended, securest villa in all the capital.

Du Haifeng drove a seven-seat business van from home, carrying the old master and his younger brother as they hurried toward the northern suburbs.

Yet, having only lived here a few days, being told to move out so soon left her feeling rather unwilling.

They were merely students in Purgatory; the true masters there were the instructors.

Luo Yue could understand Lin Yunhe’s desire to make amends, but the more he tried, the more uncomfortable she felt. After a few bites, she set down her chopsticks and returned to her room.

I rose from the ground, brushing off nonexistent dust from my clothes, and helped my senior brother up as well.

The Tang Dynasty’s provincial troops were organized into sixteen guards: the Left and Right Guards, the Left and Right Valorous Guards, the Left and Right Mighty Guards, the Left and Right Martial Guards, the Left and Right Golden Crow Guards, and the Left and Right Command Guards—twelve of these were external troops, commanding forces across the empire.

From beginning to end, the silent youth said not a word. His gaze dropped, revealing just the faintest, cold curve at the corner of his lips—a chill both alluring and inexplicable.

As soon as the call connected, Lin Mu apologized hurriedly. He was a bit perplexed: how could Su Yingying, a girl of this era, possess such an open mind?

“But the people of Yong’an Village refuse to speak of it, leaving us with no way in,” Su Zhiyuan tapped the tabletop with his index and middle fingers.

“Fire, fire, keep firing!” Twelve bullets spent, agonized cries echoed eight hundred meters ahead of Lilith, where nearly a hundred bandits were now incapacitated.