Chapter 27

Without knowing what he intended to do, he plunged headfirst into the pile of ashes, covering himself in grime. Wu Huang, however, proved more professional; upon seeing Zhong Shan suddenly appear, he remained calm, smoothed his attire, knelt, and touched his head to the ground before beginning to pray.

Having reached this point, they all knew the way back. Only now did the children realize that their previous "hunting trips" into the mountains had been nothing more than aimless wandering on the periphery.

She had waited at home for a long time for those words. It was only when she went to her father in tears that she learned he was the favorite prince of the current Emperor. Because the Emperor held him in such high regard, he had been sent elsewhere to gain experience.

Not until the taxi had vanished without a trace did Xiong Xiaobai turn back in a daze, gazing at the shop window An Weichen had been watching, trying to discern the reason for his flight.

However, these were Mu Qinghan’s family affairs, and it was not for Tian Tian to intervene. Besides, her father had already refused. Being an old hand who had built such a massive business, he was no pushover, and presumably, he did not need her reminders.

As the saying goes, offer a slap, then a sweet date. For a monster like the Snake-Headed Giant Crocodile, whose intelligence was little higher than that of a newborn, one must instill fear during the subjugation process, but once subdued, it must be rewarded with some benefits.

Still, Master He felt a lingering sense of loss that in over a decade, he had not only failed to expand and strengthen the distillery but had even ended up handing it over to others.

Once the eldest and second brothers left, the house felt truly empty. It had always lacked men, and now that they were gone, only Old Man Tian and Tian Xingsheng remained. Whenever the father and son went out to work, the household felt like a troop of women; at first, it was quite hard to get used to.

Otherwise, why would he have agreed to let him return to Tian Family Village to find Tian Tian, even after being angered to the point of nearly falling ill by Mu Qinghan?

"A death-immunity medallion? Then look at what I have in my hand!" Xuanyuan Ye said, producing the Imperial Sword.

With her soft, fragrant form in his arms, Yang Hao’s mind reeled. Recalling his own demonic episode within the Prison Gate, he felt even more unsettled. Only this moment felt real, and his arms tightened around her.

Mu Qiu reached out to hold Leng Yan’s hand, her heart aching. "Yan’er, you’ve suffered. Can we decide not to have any more children?" Mu Qiu had the others leave and stayed by the bedside to keep him company.

Ye Xiong arrived at the front of the mountain path. After exchanging greetings with a few familiar faces he encountered, he chose a spot beneath an ancient pine where the crowd was thinner, sat cross-legged facing the direction of the family’s mountain gate, and, as if ignoring the world, sank into silent meditation.

"Your Highness, this subordinate can only help you this much. If the message is intercepted, you cannot blame me."

"Very well, I must consult with the other committee members and will give you a reply shortly," the Chief said.

"Brother Yuan, is it enough just to be shameless?" Xia Yuan was speaking when Chen Xingyu couldn't help but ask with a laugh.

There is a theoretical basis for the saying that one sees further from a high vantage point; Fulong Temple is the perfect place to appreciate the sunset.

"Actually, I have wanted to leave for a long time." Standing with her back to the lake, her slender silhouette became ethereal and hollow, as if she might vanish at any moment.

"To be honest, I also wanted to be a dashing sword cultivator, but after practicing basic swordsmanship for a while, I felt I lacked the talent. I didn't get much of a feel for it," Ye Zheng replied.

However, the moment they looked up, they were met with the Emperor’s frost-covered face, which looked as though it might devour them whole.

When it came to the vaulting horse, Zhao Hui felt a flicker of fear. It was so high; would she be able to jump over it? The boys went first, and one by one, they cleared it. When Yang Haodong took his turn, Zhao Hui watched as he jumped over with nimble ease.

Jin Yexuan changed into his slippers and looked around. Why was it so quiet? Was Auntie Zhang not home? He wondered to himself as he walked upstairs.

From Master Xichuan, they learned of the power of the Lightning Burst Slaughter style, and Gu Xiaoling’s performance just now had earned everyone’s approval.

Around six o'clock, Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo quieted down. After resting for a while, they got up.

"What are you trying to do now?! Isn't snatching Jin Yexuan away enough?!" Qiqi screamed frantically, leaving me standing before her, at a complete loss.

After exchanging greetings, we discussed heading into the city for a spin. Thus, Su Qingcheng once again became the guide for me and my friends.

Song Mingyi gave him a gloomy look, then pursed her lips in a smile of agreement. Ling Luoxi, however, felt a wave of luck, taking turns scolding them.

Su Ru glared at Tian Ling'er, who immediately shut her mouth, lowered her head, and looked a bit aggrieved.

She had indeed never been in a relationship, but as a top student, she imagined making Yin Yu fall for her like solving a complex math problem—step by step, the goal could always be reached.

Although he was anxious now, he still told everyone not to rush and to make their training as solid as possible.

Yet, who could have guessed that before the Great Qin New Army and the Great Jin forces could even clash, Fusu would have already appeared on this battlefield?

"Forget it, forget it. I don't need anyone to take care of me," Wang Zhibing said, feeling somewhat dissatisfied when she saw Mother Zhou’s predicament.

Di Xin was truly prepared to fight to the death. There was no other choice; this opportunity was too rare. If he could charge in and out of the warship and blow it up, half of his plan would be complete. Thus, Di Xin had no choice but to fight with such desperation.

The doctor also sensed something was wrong. He professionally pressed his fingers into the philtrum of the unconscious Ling Tian, and sure enough, her eyelids flickered slightly.

Since the depth was sufficient, it was time to collect water for quality testing. After sampling with reagents, the water appeared generally transparent, though the droplets caused a few yellow spots to spread.