Chapter 123: Fainted from the Fumes

I was scared witless.

I had been sitting perfectly peacefully on a grave mound, watching the spectacle, when that blade came howling down to cleave my head.

Fatty Zuo wielded the wooden Green Dragon Crescent Blade as though he and I were mortal enemies. Its fierce blade aura descended from the heavens, and I could almost hear the ringing of blade bells and the neighing of warhorses.

Still completely dazed, I could only raise the Demon-Breaking Blade and block with all my strength.

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The “Invincible General,” who had once swept triumphantly across the business world for many years, had suddenly grown fragile. At that moment, he rested his head on my lap while I gently massaged his temples. He closed his eyes in comfort and said, “Zhizhi, it’s wonderful to have you.”

“You...” Sang Mo had only just withdrawn her hand, yet she could not stop herself from raising it again and slapping it toward Sang Zhi.

She should have married her cousin. She should have become the empress of the Great Peace Kingdom, presiding over the realm and receiving the worship of its countless subjects. Why, then, had she ended up marrying the Third Prince?

Before Ao Lie and Feng Qiwut could say anything, Ao Guang asked first. Of course, what he had heard had come from Ancestor Qing; he was asking now only to confirm it.

The Yun family naturally knew that Xixi had returned to the country. Yet they had remained silent all along, making no move to interfere.

If he did not return, it would constitute defiance of the imperial edict. Though Lingdu was the territory of the Ling clan, it was ultimately still part of the Yan Kingdom. Under heaven, there was no land that did not belong to the king. If Ling Jing refused to return to the capital, he would be giving the imperial family an excuse to deal with Lingdu.

Her boyfriend was about to get engaged to someone else, and she still had to force a smile as she went up to cut the cake with him and offer them her congratulations.

Before the surging seawater could reach Lan Qianyue, lightning that flashed like a swimming dragon had already rushed before the burly man and struck him squarely in the chest.

Bai Yimu was not Sun Nanjie. He would not merely watch Xiao Fei devote herself wholeheartedly to Wang Ziyu while Wang Ziyu remained completely indifferent. He would only suffer for her in silence.

Lan Qianyue smiled and paid the big man no further attention. What he did now, how he did it, and where he went were all matters of his own choosing.

When Yun Luohan saw him, she rushed into his arms in overwhelming excitement and hugged him tightly without saying a word. At that moment, there was no need for words.

Yun Yao was worried about Lu Yingquan, and she also knew that Empress Dowager Jiang would not harm the Second Prince. Thus, she did not intervene, allowing the empress dowager to carry the Second Prince away. Without the slightest hesitation, she left the Hall of Harmonious Pleasure and headed for the Chaoyang Gate.

Liu Fei looked at Liang Jingyan with considerable surprise. He had never expected her to make so many connections. When he found the time, he could have a proper discussion with her about that subject.

Ling Jiantong hurriedly withdrew her hand. She had no interest in dealing with Gong Chuyue, but she lifted her eyes to glance at Mu Jinghong, only to see his gaze lowered, his face revealing neither pleasure nor anger.

Bright-red blood splashed across the ground and spattered onto Ling Jiantong’s astonished cheek before she had even recovered from her shock.

When Lu Yingquan heard the words “a message from Ning Palace,” she sprang up from her chair in astonishment, fear and dread showing in her eyes.

The growth of the Black-and-Yellow Sword required vast quantities of essence-blood energy, specifically the essence blood of intelligent creatures. The higher a human cultivator’s cultivation, the greater the aid their essence blood would provide to the sword’s growth.

Though Yun Yao was kindhearted, she was no saint. Nor was she unfamiliar with bloodshed. Whether in Ning Palace or Prince Yi’s Palace, she had killed before. Thus, when dealing with someone like Boer Bing, she either refrained from acting altogether or used such an extreme method that he would suffer to the fullest.

After completing his daily cultivation as usual, Li Yi left the room and headed toward the rear mountain. He wanted to find the man in black and have him answer his questions. Unfortunately, despite searching for a long time, he never saw the man in black. Even the artificial hill deep in the rear mountain had vanished. Li Yi could not help wondering whether everything he had experienced before had merely been a dream.