Volume 1, Chapter 27: Lin Mo Strikes Again! A Military Anthem Shakes the Entire Hall!

Originally, a mink coat easily concealed one’s figure, but this coat clung tightly, wrapping her slender form closely. Although the Heavenly Emperor had tried to intervene that day, she had deliberately chosen not to save Ali, hoping to deepen Feng’s hatred for Changqin. Yet, she never expected this day to come.

Ali felt much clearer after hearing this. He had heard of revenge before, but never of using marriage as a means of vengeance. The imperial princess’s method was truly ingenious.

Long Kun shook his head. Now was not the time for sentimentality. To avoid further loss, he must safely bring Angel back. Long Kun was certain that the woman before him, Luo Jingying, was Peng Haoming’s most beloved. Using her to exchange for Angel was the best option.

The monk frowned. Fate was heaven’s decree, and marriage a momentous affair. How could a young lady treat it so lightly?

After a day of traveling, Xianglong and the others returned to Odysseyck by evening. Xianglong had his own plans regarding the matter with Master Yang.

To the south of the city lay a forest where rumors of hauntings had recently spread. The woods nestled at the foot of a mountain and bordered a bustling trade road, so news quickly circulated among passing merchants.

Old Mr. Huo put on his reading glasses and examined his elderly wife closely, growing increasingly astonished.

Despite his surprise, he did not forget his task. Hastily, he unleashed a powerful magical barrier within the venue. Fortunately, thanks to Uswal’s timely intervention, no casualties occurred inside.

“Besides surveillance, there is a more direct way to prove my recording’s authenticity—the content spoken within is truthful,” Long Sheng added.

The Phoenix Blood Stone belonged to the class of primordial crystals, infused with fire elemental energy. Unlike ordinary crystals, it shone vividly red, as if nourished by phoenix blood itself, hence its name—symbolizing a stone bathed in the life force of the phoenix’s rebirth.

Shen Tan sat within the tent, staring at the Nine-Linked Rings, each interlocked with the next. The peaceful days in Xiaodong were surely drawing to an end.

The ancestor of the Spirit Beast Sect, at the first level of the Heavenly Gang realm, had long since passed away—ten years prior.

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Mrs. Pei was the first to regain composure. She did not question why her son and daughter-in-law had come but instead went forward to scold Yuan Xia thoroughly.

Among the three guards left behind, one specialized in “spiritual connection,” another in “scouting and sensing.” Should anything amiss occur, the latter would alert the former, who would urgently contact Xia Yuan. With a single somersault, Xia Yuan could return instantly—truly capable of arriving within a second.

Unexpectedly, Li Yi came directly to propose marriage today, bearing the nation’s prized treasure—the prince’s great jewel. His sincerity overflowed, gradually overwhelming Yan Bingyun with happiness, leaving her in a daze.

Yet, considering Jiu Ji’s deep affection, Xiao Yutian did not blame her but prepared to lend assistance.

The young man was only sixteen or seventeen, unaware of the evil deeds his grandfather and father had committed in the past. His eyes pleaded quietly as they met Bai Kerang’s.

Li Yiming returned with oilskin paper and a medicine jar. “If it’s not an insider, then it must be an external threat! This oilskin paper and medicine residue reveal the truth: the medicine itself is genuine, but the main component’s age is wrong—the thousand-year fire ginseng of the Yan ancestor.”

Yet, Zhu Zhen’s style remained consistent—low-key and silent. Tasks assigned by Chen Nian were always handled well. If there was nothing urgent, he never sought Chen Nian out. That he came to find Chen Nian today surprised many.

“Those things have nothing to do with me.” He thought that as long as she held tightly to his hand now, they could be together.

Zuo Linfan’s expression remained calm as he gripped the steering wheel, waiting for the traffic officer to approach the car. He rolled down the window.

Years ago, atop the Lan Kui Hall in the Netherworld Imperial Capital, she had a fleeting encounter with Jiuxian Long Jiu. At that time, Long Jiu promised that no matter when or where, if she played the “Qianshaoyi” melody on the Tao Xun flute, he would come to meet her.

“Xiaoxiao,” Mo Qinghan’s voice sounded outside the stone house door—he must have followed her trail.

Chen Nian felt a shock as his lips brushed her temple and forehead, trailing softly along her brows, eyes, and nose before lingering tenderly and finally daring to kiss her lips. Chen Nian’s body stiffened briefly, then he parted his lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter.

This time, Deng Yi’s weakness was grasped by Li Xiao; Liu Xiang played a part too. When Deng Yi attacked Liu Xiang, he immediately informed Li Xiao, allowing him to extinguish the threat before it could arise.

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She refused to let others see how deeply distrustful they had become, so she called to verify after leaving.

This time, he was utterly convinced—sincerely convinced by the seventeen-year-old Li Xiao that he would leave with his wife and son, departing the bloody conflict. Li Xiao had given him a chance. Had this happened before, he likely would have died; leaving with money was the best choice.

Lu Linxiu entrusted him with the heavy responsibility of accusation, but he had more important matters. How many years had Chaoyun waited to see this day? He could not betray Lu Linxiu’s trust or ruin Prince Jing’s grand plan.

“Seven colors?” Zhan Bai gasped, “Seven colors? Are you saying you can grasp the rainbow in your hand?”

“Just now, I had my eyes closed and didn’t notice, but I heard a sound from the right,” Lin Xue said, still exhausted. If not for Han Wei’s head striking the statue and waking her, she wouldn’t have spoken.

Seeing Jin Yan’er’s delighted expression, Ako knocked on the wall. Confirming it was hollow, the three girls began searching carefully. If there was a secret behind the wall, there must be a mechanism nearby.

Zhang Ning immediately summoned the mantis baby by thought and, stepping on the green meadow with his battle boots, swiftly retreated. As he flew back, his blue, hiltless sword sliced repeatedly through the mutated grass chicken’s body, inflicting continuous damage.

“I understand!” Hu Qiyan nodded. After Ximen Wenxue left, he slumped on the living room sofa, lost in thought.

Alas, how unlucky I am—haunted by ghosts at night and meeting such an adversary in broad daylight.