Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Empress's Bedchamber

The guards at the entrance of the Empress’s bedchamber blocked Sima Yun and her party, asking, "Official Sima, may I ask what the purpose of your visit is?"

Sima Yun produced her medallion and stated, "The Brocade Guard is conducting an investigation."

The two guards exchanged glances and replied, "But this is the Empress’s bedchamber. Without an imperial decree from His Majesty, we cannot grant passage."

"I am here to find someone. This matter is of great importance, and you cannot afford the consequences of any delay." Sima Yun frowned, speaking coldly.

The guard offered a forced smile and said helplessly, "Official Sima, please do not make things difficult for us. We are merely following orders; without an imperial decree, we truly cannot let you through."

Sima Yun said with displeasure, "So you mean to say, you..."

Liu Yi and Murong Qianqian exchanged a glance, both filled with confusion. Why would this grand formation suddenly tremble?

However, it had miscalculated, for the "Peerless Slash" was Liang Hao’s explosive ultimate technique; without the ability to recover, even the Black Dragon would not dare to take it head-on.

After the first class of the afternoon, under Gao Tingting’s persistent questioning, Yun Mo’yu recounted what had happened at noon.

Walking to the bedside, she looked at Fang Ruosheng, whose consciousness was blurred and whose cheeks were flushed, and sighed helplessly.

"Junior Liu Yi pays respects to the Senior!" Liu Yi knew that this ball of flame must be the legendary Fire God, and he dared not be careless.

Xu Gu smiled faintly without a word. The implication of the man's words was clearly to rebel against Long Ze, though it was unclear whether he was a friend or a foe.

But... his gaze was too sinister, too terrifying. Yun Mo’yu could only hold his stare for two seconds before she faltered, hastily closing her eyes in resignation. Would he punish her here? No, there were so many people; it was too embarrassing. Yun Mo’yu felt chaotic inside. Xiao Kuang, could you not care about my feelings just a little bit?

They searched the island for two days and two nights but did not find the Master’s corpse, which meant the Master was still alive.

He treated himself to a rare sleep-in, and after waking, he bought some expensive imported fruits and supplements before heading to his uncle’s house.

Fortunately, Phantom did not molest me while I was bathing; he just stood to the side, giggling foolishly. After a while, Shi Tian walked out, looking very exhausted. Phantom climbed up and stripped off his clothes in a few swift motions, pushing him into the pool. Shi Tian did not resist, leaning quietly against the edge of the pool to rest.

Shi Yu Xun finished speaking and leaped onto her horse, galloping toward the depths of the hunting grounds, completely ignoring Mu Yunya, who was left feeling stifled in the wind.

"Uncle Gu?" I was slightly stunned. I felt that Mo Xie’s sudden suggestion to visit Uncle Gu was a bit strange.

"Tao Rou, say that again." Tao Yi’s face darkened as she walked over slowly, a rare glimmer of ruthlessness appearing in her eyes.

"I am wondering if the tragic death of the Prince of Changsha early this year is also related to these things," Ji Shangxie whispered.

Qing Mo’yan leaned in. He saw that the surface of the bullet held in Dr. Zhong’s tweezers was carved with intricate, spell-like patterns. Although somewhat obscured by blood, there was no doubt that it was a form of spellwork.

It had been so long since the Shen Yating incident, and Gu Yufei had not returned to the Yang family. To help the Gu Corporation overcome this current crisis, Gu Yufei had to do something.

My gaze was clear and direct, masking all the insecurity in my heart. Perhaps it was because my attitude was so firm that Shen Xiuzhe frowned.

"It’s nothing." Shen Guanguan did not want Mother Gu to worry. After returning to her room, she called Sister Yan to probe for information, but she did not expect Sister Yan to be so tight-lipped, refusing to say a word.

Mo Junye smiled faintly, sat directly in the car, rolled down the window, and reached out to gesture with his hand.

It is said that the Empress’s family was once a great clan, but for unknown reasons, she was the only one left. Thus, every year before the Ghost Festival in the seventh lunar month, she would go to Yongan Temple to practice vegetarianism. Now, with the festival more than half a month away, they were preparing to head to Yongan Temple.

Upon hearing this, Wu Liang immediately told the old man about Yun Mengluo and Chu Ning’s previous inquiries regarding the whereabouts of Ziyi.

The group of people were all those who had survived a few days ago by following Qi Tian’s commands, so they were more excited than anyone to hear that he was still alive.

"You have broken the rules and angered the Lu Ge." The middle-aged man reached out, gently caressing the surface of the wooden box, and then spoke slowly.

However, feeling confident in his own cultivation strength, he issued a hero’s challenge: whoever helped eliminate this person would gain the support of the various rogue cultivators and be elected as a guest elder of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.

During the flight, a long trail of demonic smoke appeared in the sky, carrying a powerful soul aura.

They had also set up traps for the purpose of dealing with the martial artists who came here, either to recruit them into the sect or to eliminate them on the spot.

Moreover, given the decisiveness in killing he had displayed all along, it was likely that anyone who dared to step forward at this moment would face an inevitable death.

However, come to think of it, although the man was in his forties, he possessed the air of a mature middle-aged man.

But at this moment, their formation was bloated, appearing noticeably larger than when they had first crashed into the hall.

Yu You let out a sigh of relief and got into the car. A wave of fragrance rushed toward her. This was a private car with a driver in front, and the fragrant Mother Yi sat coldly in the back row.

The reason they chose this time was that, according to their understanding, although Duan Qiran was a good-for-nothing rich kid, he still dared not be late on the day the company held its onsite meeting.

Bai Lu did not expect that such an unassuming inn would have musical instruments set up in the room.

The first thing that crossed Feng Jiuxing’s mind regarding this matter was the thought that Feng Yu was unworthy of Nangong Ling.

Ye Yongjia was afraid of being recognized, so he pulled his hood down to his brows before entering the tea house.

Nangong Ling looked as if he wanted to devour her alive; there was no need to guess—he must have seen through all of her "green tea" theatrics.

Dressed in blue robes, with a chubby, doll-like face, hair tied in a ponytail, and skin as fair as snow.

Liao Ji recalled himself in the game, righteously choosing option two and showing complete disdain for option four.

A red fox, with a huge, upright tail, held a stack of colorful papers in its three palm-sized paws.

If the old man in the brown robe knew she had been rescued, and if the Witch Empress knew she was at the Xi residence, then the Xi family might be implicated by her.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand, put it in her pocket, pursed her lips, and licked her tongue, hesitating in a way that was hard to express.

With swords clashing and one-on-one combat, the absolute suppression of cultivation levels, coupled with the interference of spells, caused Tan Zhu to immediately fall into a complete disadvantage. Even with the exquisite "Water Light Shadow Body" technique, it could not bridge the massive gap in cultivation.

Not long after Lin Xun left, two furtive figures appeared at the corner of that alleyway once more.

Finally, as if waiting for countless centuries, the great hand and the ball of light collided with a "boom" like thunder meeting earth-fire. Instantly, a violent storm began to sweep across the world. Amidst the muffled thunder, countless sand and stones flew, trees were shattered, burned, and annihilated in the roar, then danced away alongside the dust and debris.

It was just that when his Master taught him the dharma, he had said: from now on, do not return to Fangcun Mountain; choose your own fortune and misfortune.