Chapter 31: A Trip Home

As he passed by Qin Tian, he paused briefly, turned his head, and glanced at her. Qin Tian met his gaze. He raised an eyebrow and gave a slight smile, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth—the brilliance of that smile was enough to dazzle the eyes.

She couldn't help thinking mischievously: Is it because the deep palace is so lonely, and she hasn't seen a real man in ages, that she wanted to show off her charisma just to feast her eyes?

Ten minutes later, the battlefield was more or less cleared, and everyone had returned to the Evil Dragon. Jialis led her people away from the nameless, devastated wasteland, speeding toward the Far Northern Wilderness.

“Qiulan, just you wait! If you keep this up, I’ll dock your monthly silver!” Qin Tian was startled by her own coy demeanor. What was happening to her? Was she regressing as she grew older?

The second wife trembled with rage and immediately turned her head. “I am, after all, considered Qin Tian’s elder. I don’t need to kneel before her!” Her voice quivered with anger.

Qin Tian knew that nothing she said could relieve her mood, so she took out a fan, sat beside the matriarch, and gently fanned her, hoping the cool breeze would bring some comfort.

But how could Long Chen be afraid? When it came to Mo’er, Long Chen, a supreme powerhouse, had already killed two people; why would he fear another martial artist of imperial rank?

When Meng Yueyun leaped forward, she threw the jade in her hand into the air above the Insect King. The jade emitted a fierce radiance, floating in midair among the four pillars.

Just moments ago, she had been furious, but now, she could lay down all her worries and simply sit there, resting her eyes in dignity.

“What exactly do you want?” Qin Yaying’s hands were tightly bound; no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Li Zixiao looked around the room. In the center was a round table large enough to seat fifteen people. The various furnishings and decorations made the room a delight to the senses.

Indeed, just three days ago, they had been fleeing for their lives, but the goddess of luck favored Shen Xingwu. At the last moment before reaching Yuris City, they shook off the Ghost Sect.

“Isn’t this a matter of life and death? Brother Wujie needs it more than I do!” Yi Yi’s generosity warmed Shen Xingwu’s cold heart. To be honest, he really needed those things now. If it had been him, he might not have given them up so easily.

Just because you drank all the time and no one cared, did that mean Yue’er and I deserved to be beaten? Yue’er was so traumatized she wouldn’t even look at me for ages.

Did he take a wrong turn? As soon as this odd thought surfaced, Shen Xingwu couldn’t help but grow suspicious. The Path of Trials? The Path of Trials! Recalling the steward’s words—“fend for yourself”—Shen Xingwu felt a surge of unease.

The bloody scene flooded Cen Kexin’s mind once more. She later learned that the man had died after failed attempts to save him at the hospital.

Xie Zhi’s sealed eyes betrayed no emotion, but Qi Ming knew he was watching the platform from somewhere, observing him in secret. That was why he used the iron spike as a weapon, so that no spiritual energy would be released during the fight.

“Yes! Boss is fighting back! Give it to him!” Gu Buque, shaking his plump body, clapped his hands and cheered.

He didn’t know how long he kissed her—anyway, Tong Yanxin’s neck and face were all covered in saliva. After calming himself, he found his hand clutching a piece of underwear.

“Uncle Lei saw you the other day and told my grandpa you were my boyfriend, so now grandpa insists on meeting you. Are you going or not?” Luo Qianqian said angrily.

His inner energy surged wildly, pouring into his sword in a torrent, making it shine dazzlingly like a constellation. Beneath that brilliance, a violent force swept toward Li Jilong.

Even now, Yisheng still couldn’t fully believe the news that Ji Huan had returned to the country. Feng Weilin’s words went in one ear and out the other; she couldn’t make sense of it at all.

Li Xiang’s face changed upon hearing Lu Biao’s words. An equal number of infantrymen were no match for cavalry—without advantageous terrain, infantry were simply lambs to the slaughter, especially in this weather, where poor visibility favored mobile cavalry attacks. The Imperial Guard’s infantry wouldn’t be able to leverage their firepower.

He nodded. He had long understood that great families always considered many things when handling affairs. Although the Luo and Chang families wouldn’t retaliate now, once they stabilized, they would surely cause him trouble.

“Bang!” With a kick to meet the blow, the burly man staggered into his companion, unable to resist the powerful force that swept him off his feet.

“Heh… Auntie, there’s no need to persuade me. I can earn money now; I started a business with a friend, and making over a million a year isn’t a problem. So stop trying to refuse—I just want you to focus on getting well.” Lin Feng knew what Aunt Xie was worried about and tried to reassure her.

Qingling, seeing her grandfather like this, knew something must be wrong. She quietly approached and focused her gaze on the northwestern mountain. The city walls stretched from east to west along the mountains, and the western peaks were especially steep. The northwestern peak was so sheer it looked as if it had been cleaved with a blade, without a single edge or corner.

In the world of Qianling, at the intersection of the inner and outer regions of a secondary star system, the origins were complex and tangled.

Lin Yi dodged a punch and, leaping into the air, kicked out. The black panther’s powerful punch landed squarely on the sole of Lin Yi’s foot.

Looking at her lovely smile, Ji Huan’s heart softened for no reason. Even though he was exhausted from the effort of establishing the new bank, he still remembered that at this very moment, she ought to be in one of the ancient castles in the Loire Valley.

The lies one sows must be swallowed with gritted teeth, even when the evidence is clear as day.

“Where has Jiu gone?” Chonglin half-closed his eyes, a hint of blood and darkness flickering within.

The reason was simple: on Lord Zuo’s very first day in office as Chief Censor, he ate through half a month’s worth of food budget for the entire Censorate.

“I wouldn’t forget.” Lord He was no ordinary official from the late emperor’s reign, but one of the three ministers personally appointed by Emperor Qiming. When Emperor Qiming led his campaign in person, Lord He was one of the key figures left in charge of the capital’s affairs.