Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Slap That Left the Yandere Prince Satisfied

Creak.

Wen Shiyan pushed the door open, bumping straight into the servant who had come to deliver her clothes.

"Where is Imperial Physician Wen heading so early?"

The child was clearly neglected by his parents. Song Guyan had intended to have a proper word with the brat's guardians, but her intervention only served to embolden him.

With the massive reserves of demonic energy within his dantian, Hao Yu’s tempering of his physical body proceeded smoothly, though it was inevitably accompanied by waves of overwhelming agony. Time and again, Hao Yu was jolted from his meditation, his brow drenched in cold sweat.

Nodding, Hao Yu was just about to say he felt no chill when, suddenly, he felt a cold breeze brush against the back of his neck. The sensation vanished almost instantly, disappearing before he could even process it.

Zhang San returned to his room to change into the blue scholar’s robe. It was evident that Yifei had tailored it after the style of the one she had purchased in the city. Though made of simple linen, it was quite comfortable to wear.

Dragon King Qin Yuanhao led the charge, commanding the various units of the Ninth Group to suppress the unrest, while the two deputy leaders provided support and the other two were tasked with protecting the safety of Long Xihai’s leadership.

Finally, he set up a relatively simple spirit-sealing formation. Its primary function was to isolate spiritual energy, making it perfectly suited for containing the purple mouse.

Upon hearing the words of the Black Dragon Elder, Xia'er was immediately tempted. She had never been able to let go of the grudge over her brother’s death. Although Xiong Danian had initiated the plot against Mu Sheng and was killed in self-defense, the desire for vengeance had never flickered out. Instead, the flames of revenge only burned brighter for being suppressed for so long.

Sanshi had stated that the fiefdom belonged to Douzi forever; whether he ascended to the throne or one of the other princes did, that would never change.

Surveying was a matter of great importance that had to be conducted in secret. Zhang San did not want to find himself constantly needing guides during a war, only to be led into a trap; in ancient times, the private possession of maps was tantamount to treason.

Feeling the increasingly oppressive atmosphere deep within his soul, Hao Yu hurriedly withdrew his consciousness and involuntarily let out a soft cry.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect. Everything shall be done as you say." Jia Libo chuckled, his eyes disappearing into the creases of his joyful smile.

He cast a sidelong glance at Qi Baifeng: "Don't forget to bring a high-quality silver fox vest when you come to my house; my monster has taken a liking to you."

Dharmaraja Honghai, upon hearing the words of the Six-Winged Demon, nearly exploded with rage. It was the first time anyone had dared to taunt him so brazenly and call him a fool to his face.

What Gao Jun spoke of was that rarest of worldly bonds—one that does not fade with the passage of time, nor grow cold through long periods of separation, but is instead kept deep in the heart and cherished all the more.

"Boss, I don't think Qin Feng, the head of the Qin Emperor Group, or Director Zhao of the Sea Dragon Palace Research Institute told us the whole truth!" Sun Rao suddenly remarked.

The chopsticks in Huo Ze’s hand snapped under his grip. His dark eyes brewed with a storm, as if he might erupt at any moment; even as bold as Zhao Xuancheng was, he could not help but tremble.

The Ninth-Order Spirit Channeler, in particular, could reach across multiple planes to summon beasts from other realms to fight.

Gao Jun could not remain idle either; he had to finish off this loan shark syndicate. They had used despicable tactics to collect debts time and again. While he had initially intended to toy with them, dragging this out any longer might interfere with his true objectives.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng unleashed three-zhang-long blades of light from his dual swords. His Tier 3 skill, Light-Severing Sword, swept outward, acting as the scythe of death and reaping the lives of scores of demonic soldiers.