Volume One, Chapter 66: Waiting for You

Zhou Mei paid no mind to his bluntness. She took out a bottle of medicine. “Ning Ning has stirred the fetal qi, and I heard her pregnancy reaction is severe. It’s already four months and she’s still like this—try this medicine.”
“When I was pregnant, I was the same. This medicine is very effective.”
Xuanyuan was troubled. For countless years, he had followed his master, witnessing innumerable feats of power, yet from his master’s attitude, it was clear he too intended to submit.
Some also claimed that Lord Qian poisoned the water source of the bandit gang, killing all the members with poison.
Huang Taiji sighed in disappointment, and then, without further ado, pulled Daishan for a tour around the main tent. Not only that, Huang Taiji even dragged Daishan outside, circling the Khan’s tent to demonstrate his innocence and lack of malice.
Unfortunately, now they couldn’t follow, for Lin Xiafan had refused them—not because he disliked them, but because their cultivation was too low. If they followed, it would only lead to their deaths. Besides, Lin Xiafan didn’t have the time to train them now.
For hundreds of thousands of years, humanity’s strongest fought against them, yet never resolved the conflict. For peace, an agreement was secretly reached: human warriors could enter the Rain Marsh Forest for training, but the beasts of the forest could also slaughter the human warriors.
He picked up a battered iron kettle and poured salty milk tea into a cracked bowl for Black Wuchang.
Qin Wentian was intrigued. What exactly was this disguise water? “Excuse me, what is disguise water?” He couldn’t help but ask.
Suddenly, a hand appeared before the chest of the vampire noble standing before Ferrid, gently reaching out.
Nian Yun recounted the events truthfully, showing no overconfidence from their victory. Instead, he saw the situation clearly. Without the Chronicle of Storms, how would he face the battles to come?
As Quinn leapt toward the Sword Maiden, Liu Jianing’s Sword Maiden activated her skill—directly facing the direction Quinn jumped from.

Guo Manyuan still had a few strands of vermicelli hanging from her lips. With a slurp, she sucked them in, cheeks puffed, glaring at the fat man, then pitifully reached out to tug at his pant leg.
Moreover, she feared Li Jiang might covet the things on her person. With his strength, if he wanted to take them, she would be powerless to resist.
Just moments ago, he released his soul awareness and sensed that the river contained at least thousands of malicious spirits. Yet, having transformed all his spiritual energy into Netherworld fiendish energy, these spirits couldn’t sense him at all.
If these people summon undead from the realm of the dead, it would be a force impossible to ignore. Although the channel to the dead realm hasn’t officially opened, causing the undead to remain in this world only briefly, even that short time is unimaginably powerful.
Sang Ruo never expected things to escalate to this point. That kind-hearted Director Nake turned out to be the villain, enemy of the world; and the energy core she had casually received from the director was actually something extraordinary.
“Junior brother, junior brother… You… I’ll fight you to the death…” Seeing all her disciples fall, Liu Feixue’s delicate face showed despair as she prepared to self-destruct and severely wound the enemy.
Yet her voice, though seemingly rough, was softened by the excess breath—like venting in a fit of anger.
Fengwei Escort Bureau owes its current prosperity not only to its unrivaled martial escorts, who are hard to poach, but also to its extensive official connections.
Ding Ziyi’s eyes showed a trace of panic. She immediately shouted sternly, trying to intimidate the opponent with her presence.
After Xuanyuan Ke sat down, he looked at Bai Jun. “Old Bai, you arrived early.” Bai Jun stroked his beard. “With a new Divine Emperor at Water Moon Sect, of course I came. But you’re rather slow by comparison.”
The sorrow settled in her heart. Su Ran’s painting asked Qian Yuan, who was nestled in Yan Ziluo’s embrace, “Ghost Valley is gone. They need a new place to belong.”
The cold blade pressed against his throat, breaking the skin. Yang Gui was drenched in cold sweat but dared not utter a word—he could only look to Feng Junyang for help.

This time, he truly surrendered—completely. He submitted to seventeen-year-old Li Xiao and would leave with his wife and son, departing from the bloody struggle. Li Xiao had given him a chance; had it been earlier, he might have died already. Leaving with money was the best option.
Many times, though drunk and verbose, his mind remained clear.
Ling Siye’s figure moved like a hurricane, whistling past, only to be intercepted at the door by Empress Dowager Shu, who was leaving.
Returning to Shumin Palace, the Empress Dowager dismissed everyone, even her trusted maid Yu’er. She sat alone on the couch, eyes closed as if resting, silently waiting.
For Nie Yukun, an entrepreneur with deep financial and official ties, when she made a scene with righteous indignation, she was truly a headache to deal with.
And taking a job as a bodyguard wouldn’t grant him military power, nor would it affect Langge’s safety much, so the officials were happy to oblige, unanimously recommending Lu Linxiu for the role at the reception hall.
When the landlady explained her purpose apologetically, Xiang Feng found it unbelievable. She never imagined she’d wake up, only to find the landlady had changed her attitude and wanted her to leave.
After physical suffering comes psychological oppression—this man has indeed improved his methods.
Luo Xi shook her head. “They say it’s stimulation, but nothing is certain.” If she knew how to cure it, she’d have sent the imperial physician or gone herself, instead of researching medical texts and discussing trivialities with the physician every day. Isn’t that a waste of time?
Watching the Thirteenth Prince wield the whip, the force was so great that the veins in his hand stood out. Mu Ximei struggled hard before finally managing to snatch the whip from his grasp.