Volume 1, Chapter 34: Prince Qi’s Probing

This question made Liu Qi’s heart thump with anxiety.

Does the Prince of Qi possess the aura of a Son of Heaven? What kind of question was that? If such a query were overheard by the Emperor’s men, the Prince would be summoned to the palace by the next day, and if luck were against him, he might even lose his head.

You are a prince, neither the eldest legitimate son nor the Crown Prince; by what right do you ask this? What are you planning? Treason?

Because of this, no one dared to ask such a question lightly, let alone answer it.

Faced with the Prince’s inquiry, Liu Qi fell silent, his mind racing as he contemplated how to respond.

"I am merely a servant; I do not know what the aura of a Son of Heaven is," Liu Qi replied.

The Prince of Qi smiled, his gaze remaining fixed on the object in his hand...

"Is Master Zhong Shenxiu here?" Patrick asked quite indifferently. He did not know who Zhong Shenxiu was; otherwise, he would not have asked.

Changkong Wuji and Li Yingqi, seemingly quite excited, immediately summoned the "Purple and Azure Twin Swords." They began their search using the hundred-meter-long phantom manifestation of this divine weapon, a treasure of the Emei Sect.

"If you have work, go ahead! It’s fine," Zhao Jiayao said with sincere generosity, though the despondence and loss in her eyes could not be hidden.

Wang Hao had come to participate in the Eastern Wasteland Grand Tournament, and his primary goal was to resolve the doubts within his heart.

Mo turned to look at Jiacos. The summer sun shone upon his face, transforming features that once held a hint of childishness into those of a man of resolve. Under the sunlight, the wrinkles were particularly visible. That is how time works: it takes much from you while leaving its marks upon your face.

Yu Yuan gasped for air, utterly exhausted. Pushed by a tremendous force, his consciousness blurred, and he had prepared himself for death. But suddenly, he felt something extra in his embrace.

I am off to the airport to pick someone up. A friend from Chengdu is sending medicine to my mother, so there will only be one chapter today.

He wanted to say more, but Jiang Liao was far sharper than him; he tugged at his sleeve, signaling him not to cause trouble.

It was a fact that the South was strong and the North was weak. Under the same attrition of war, the northern deserts would weaken faster, while the advantages of the southern Central Plains would become more apparent. The outcome of the final decisive battle could be easily foreseen.

Clearly, the masked individual had discovered this and was now fixated on Wang Kun and Tian Bu'er.

It reached the point where, after the official announcement of the prize winners, players flooded the forums with comments saying they didn't even remember such an event taking place.

"Half a month, half a year, the *Atlantis*—what the hell?" Donna was quite displeased with Lin Chong’s irresponsible notification.

Aunt Mei possessed an innate nobility; in my eyes, she was high above, and I dared not look her in the eye.

It could be said that until Guan Xiaojun’s rebirth, he had never encountered any dangerous situations. He had lived like the most ordinary of folk, worrying about daily necessities and household trifles; though he occasionally felt the hardship of life, he lived in peace.

A burst of wild laughter echoed from ahead, and a man in a black suit was striding toward us.

Upon hearing this, Daoist Kongdi and Lei Xiao felt a tightening in their hearts. They were aware of the news, but due to their past relationship with Daoist Haifang, they harbored a shred of goodwill toward him, instinctively suspecting that the confession from the Dark Alliance was merely a tactic to sow confusion.

Countless players had complained about this countless times: they clearly possessed the most formidable art design and the programming capability to build the New World Battle Net, yet they refused to expand the content of the specialized zones.

I looked at the various fruits and eventually chose roses and plums, adding honeyed oranges that the Imperial Kitchen had stored in the cellar since the previous year. I crafted a sweet, tart, and fragrant Rose and Plum Honey Dew, preparing to present it to Fulin after he finished his evening meal.

She gritted her teeth hard and began to walk softly and slowly, but suddenly, the floorboards gave a "creak."

Sucking and caressing, the sensitive Yumu was instantly moved. As Chen Xiaoran pressed down, her body trembled slightly, and with her only mobile hand, she gripped the pillow behind her.

"Are you mistaken? His name is Yan Xiao, and he is a Dou Huang powerhouse!" Han Xue said, stunned.

"If you had killed me back then, wouldn't this have been avoided? Unfortunately, nothing is under your control—take Donghuang Taiyi, for instance." Feng Yao did not care about her own life; instead, she laughed. It was a pitying laugh, mocking Xing Tian, laughing at his pathetic nature, which was even more tragic than the pain of losing her own heart.

"My name is Iron, and I make various Poké Balls using Apricorn fruits. If you like, I can make some for you," Iron said to Shinji, his tone very kind.

Ji Chen shook his head, unhindered. Five thin threads followed the musical notes as they flew from the Six Paths Reincarnation Flute like a long dragon, heading toward Yan Wu. The appearance of those notes brought with them countless vengeful spirits, carrying an aura that threatened to drag one down to the Nine Netherworlds.

"Bang." As Mu Yi dashed toward Guo Yi, the sword qi behind him and his own spiritual wall exploded simultaneously. Mu Yi cast a glance out of the corner of his eye, but without the slightest pause, he continued toward Guo Yi.

"Method." After saying this, he did not give Hu Mei a chance to speak, then sat cross-legged, his cold face devoid of any emotion.

There were even inscriptions of life-and-death vows, which left Meng'er confused. Just as she was pondering this, she noticed that Tian Ying had awakened at some point, and he was watching her illusion with two tracks of tears at the corners of his eyes.

Yu Kai had spent the better part of his life with Liu Chunhua, and only in his twilight years did he finally admit that he was no different from other men—he was just as much a lecherous fool.

"The Qiyang Grass always exhibits some strange phenomena when it ripens. We will likely face some obstacles in successfully obtaining it," Jiao analyzed.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." The Blazing Fingers collided with the River’s Lament, producing a violent explosion. Although the Blazing Fingers successfully blocked much of the rain from the River’s Lament, the rain was not just a few drops, but a deluge filling the sky.

Having gone through great hardships to reach Wanyun Island, Ye Chunyong was there for this item, and naturally, he accepted it without hesitation.

The constable snorted and said, "It was a man named Feng Chuang who reported him!" After saying this, he pointed out the direction to Zhao An, telling him where Feng Chuang lived.

Zheng Xichen felt comfortable under his gentle, affectionate kisses and closed his eyes slightly, choosing not to argue with him anymore. The anger and grievance in his heart slowly dissipated. Zheng Chenheng had originally wanted to ask him about certain matters, but seeing his face with eyes lightly closed, he could not bear to disturb him. He gently stroked his back, watching him slowly drift off to sleep.