Volume One Chapter 40: I Just Want to Sleep Beside You
Mature—mature enough to be eaten now? A few subtle, meaningful glances flickered in Qin Zhan’s eyes as he affectionately ruffled her hair. “Do you know what a mature woman is capable of?”
Instead of choosing the hairy crabs, Lin Chu and his companions opted for the large green crabs. In the past, he only ever tasted them when there was a great harvest in Haixian County and some relative would bring a few; those occasions were rare.
“Let’s take a look at that chef-teacher who’s said to be absolutely amazing—what’s he up to now?”
He once thought he’d have to slaughter his way through all thirty-six sects, hurting the loyal ministers of Zhenyuan deeply, and slowly force the true mastermind behind the scenes to reveal himself.
Jia Cong, leading fifty light cavalry, thundered down the imperial road with astonishing momentum, as if a great army were charging into battle.
Afterward, he sat down again. The power of the Mangekyō Sharingan he had just unlocked would require further practice; there was no need to rush for now.
Her status had reached such heights—she was already, or soon would be, the mother of a nation, expected to show kindness to the people and serve as a model for all women. Why should she need to avoid the presence of other officials?
Shang Dashan shook his head. Not only Jiang Chang’an, but even he and the one-armed Jia were utterly baffled.
No one present could believe such a coincidence; though none dared voice their doubts, their expressions betrayed obvious defiance, a rebellious air growing with the wind.
“Yes, madam, awaiting your orders.” A middle-aged man, seemingly just past fifty, handsome in a way, appeared silently at her side.
At the very instant Night Dove’s form reappeared, Dongfang Yunyang launched a swift assault on the jonin. His hands moved in rapid succession, forming seals, then pressed together in prayer.
The wind, like a sprite nestled amongst the clouds, teased the silence of the world, impossible to trace back to its original tranquility.
At the sight of the Well of Reincarnation, Lin Feng shuddered, recalling the moment he was ambushed by the Patriarch of the Nether River during his own cycle of rebirth, and a surge of anger welled up within him.
Everyone in the great hall fixed their gaze on Li Shan. They’d realized that standing before the immortal master came at an immense price, and most were now guessing what kind of spell the master had cast on Li Shan. At the same time, Li Shan’s demeanor instilled a quiet dread in some of the younger onlookers.
They had schemed and plotted against Lin Yu, and now another prodigy no less formidable had appeared. So—did their painstaking plans still hold any meaning? At that thought, the three great heads of the Xiaoyao Sect, the Divine Fist Sect, and the Azure Cloud Sect all fell silent, for none knew how to weigh their options.
The flying dragon carved on the stone pillar seemed to sense the approach of the spiritual crystals, letting out a resonant roar, straining as though about to break free from the stone and soar to the heavens. Four spiritual crystals took up positions on four sides above the pillar, forming a grand array. Four beams of brilliant light shot out from the crystals, striking the pillar.
As the two fought, the older generation of disciples from the previous era of Chengtian—those of the twenty-sixth generation and above—could all discern certain subtleties in their exchange.
No matter which country’s government it may be, the resources at their disposal far outweigh those of any individual player or even so-called massive organizations. Even the Rothschild family could never so casually invest several billion in supporting their own guilds and players as a nation could.
Li Shan was overjoyed when he heard the news! With this Water Soul Pearl in his possession, it was as if he now had a protective talisman. Even if, in a few days, Lu Chen came demanding the Foundation Pill and the remnant Purple Qi scroll, and he couldn’t hand them over, he would no longer fear for his life.
The old man being escorted, hearing the Seven Souls’ questioning, grew even more enraged, his ghostly spirit trembling. Standing by the phoenix carriage, Feng’er exchanged glances with the two Constables, while Liu’er, drifting nearby, quickly lifted the carriage curtain and, supporting Feng’er with her other hand, helped her into the phoenix carriage.