Chapter 37: What Has This to Do with the Princess?

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That night, the residence of the Duke of Sheng was filled with the warmth of spring.

Even the moon hid behind dark clouds, too shy to reveal itself, and the night was pitch black.

Yun Zhaozhao, however, slept soundly through the entire night until dawn.

Tonight was to be a night of great challenge.

She had promised to present a grand gift to the Ruyi Workshop—such a promise could not be broken.

Originally, this matter should have been settled yesterday. After all, she had emptied the secret chamber of the Ruyi Workshop; a day’s delay in compensation was simply unacceptable.

“Forgetting the promise is premature; surviving to see the light of day is already a blessing,” said Prince Wenlin with a weary wave of his hand.

“Chu Ying, you’re being merciful again. What should we do then?” Shang Wushang turned around, interrupting Chu Ying with an unusually intimate tone.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a world of pure white. Everything was snow-white, as if nothing existed at all.

“Men’s affairs are not my concern.” What she wanted was to make a big fuss. Once everyone knew her heart belonged to Qi Wang, she did not believe Emperor Zhou could continue feigning ignorance and marry her off to Dongfang Yu.

“And what about me?” Cheng Yanzhong was now vying for a place in Su Ruoyao’s heart, competing even against his own son—a truly intriguing situation.

So it was like this: Mu Yi possessed the attribute of wind. A blade could cleave through palm force but could not cut the wind itself. A person’s movement causes friction with the air, creating flow; if even the slightest breeze stirred, he could sense it. This was the power of the wind attribute! No matter how well Jing’an concealed himself, Mu Yi could feel it.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the basin, three to five Ling Tai realm cultivators who were battling suddenly found themselves engulfed in a grey wave of energy.

“But LeBron’s performance in that Finals series was just too fierce—averaging over 40 points per game in the first few matches; it was as if a god had descended to earth,” Zhang Yunze remarked with admiration.

As the team gathered, Rong Qing noticed several familiar figures: Wenren Muge, ranked third among the young talents two years ago, holding the title of Tianchong Qipin; and Hong Fu, a disciple of the Ancient Slaughter Sword Sect.

Qiu Nantian, governor of Hainan Province, even rushed to the scene personally to establish a rescue command center and direct the operations himself. By then, the search area had expanded to ten nautical miles, determined by rescue experts based on the maximum possible drift distance from where Zhang Yunze had been swept away by the waves.

“Do your jobs and don’t move. With Wu Tian and me here, there’s nothing to worry about,” said Zhou Wu Tian. Before he fully understood what this meant, Hu Yu immediately ordered the two who were firing pottery, though Hu Yu himself had never made pottery before, he knew such tasks could not be abandoned midway.

“Now begins the first lesson—seize this dagger from my hand.” Shui Wu Yue raised a finger again, and the surroundings transformed into an endless snowy field.

Kavan leapt aside to dodge the light bomb hurled by Eros. The bomb struck the ground behind him, creating a crater over three meters wide.

Yun Chen narrowed his eyes, observing the hunched figure before him—an elderly man who looked so frail it seemed he might step into his own coffin at any moment.

Upon learning that the visitor was a rebel from Annam, Wang Wenchí realized there was no retreat. If it were ordinary bandits, they would seek only wealth or worse, but these were rebels—falling into their hands meant death or worse.

The visitor held an oil lamp, allowing Shi Qingyan to discern his features clearly in the dim light. He was not Lu Zhen but a close confidant who always accompanied him. This realization stirred a sudden longing in Shi Qingyan’s heart as he looked at him eagerly.

Huzi shrugged and said, “They have nowhere to go and nothing to do, so they just stay here.” Zuan Wangxu snorted coldly, “They’re just resting here.” Then he rested his head on the stern of the boat and closed his eyes.

But their disappointment was short-lived; news soon arrived from across the nation that various cultivation academies were recruiting students once again.