Volume 1, Chapter 40: Walking Before the Throne

"You dog of a slave, still won't come over?" Seeing that Liu Qi had not moved for a long time, the Empress could not help but feel annoyed, letting out a stream of scoldings toward Liu Qi outside the embroidered curtains.

Helplessly, Liu Qi had to enter the gauze curtains to help the Empress change her clothes.

Pulling back a corner of the gauze curtains, Liu Qi stepped inside and looked up to see the Empress sitting upon the bed. The embroidered quilt covered only her lower body, revealing her snow-white shoulders. Her slightly disheveled hair framed her delicate face, and her faintly flushed cheeks carried a hint of cunning. Her eyes were lively yet resembled those of a fox, stirring the heart of anyone who looked upon her.

This Empress was by no means a kind soul; Liu Qi could not feel a shred of virtue or gentleness in her, but instead caught a whiff of...

Seeing that some people had already left their seats, Ouyang Qi helplessly abandoned the idea of continuing to emphasize safety concerns. Had she known, she would have finished speaking earlier. Although she was a loyal fan of Han Yiying, her own situation was much the same.

"This brocade pouch can only be used once. Young master, remember, do not open it unless it is an absolute emergency." With that, she pushed the brocade pouch toward Su Chenyang.

"Well then, I'm leaving." Hu Cheng feigned an action of walking away, and sure enough, Wang Yan immediately grew anxious, hurriedly grabbing hold of him.

Qilong Hai stared blankly, terrified and incredulous as he looked at the 'Qilong Hai' opposite him. The only person who looked identical to him was his younger brother, Qilong Song.

"Haha, my luck is truly wonderful!" Ye Feng's mood was exceptionally good. To acquire such a powerful spiritual art for no reason—anyone would be overjoyed to the point of turning somersaults.

Seeing that she had finally started talking about business, Han Yiying rolled her eyes. There was really no helping this; although she was already used to this personality of hers, she still found it utterly speechless. With so little time left, why on earth was she wasting it saying so much else?

A growing number of people believed that this symbol originally meant "the sun," which was why it had become so widespread. Everything came from the sun, the sole source of light and energy in ancient times.

Aya had never practiced any form of combat energy, and having just escaped from the jaws of death, her body was currently weak and unable to absorb rich nourishment. If she were given a whole Wood Nourishing Pill directly, it would not be helping her, but harming her.

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The chill within Dong Yi's body was sucked out bit by bit, transforming into white smoke and dissipating into the air. His face also slowly regained color from its previous deathly pallor. With a parting of his lips, he exhaled a breath of white mist, feeling that the intense cold and piercing pain had subsided.

Even setting aside the underworld reputation and prestige, it would be worth it purely for those thirty to fifty million. Even if one were to work in a large international enterprise and reach the position of CEO, securing such a sum was extremely rare. What kind of concept was ten-odd million a year?

This gang of student bodyguards... wearing black suits, black trousers, black leather shoes, and sunglasses... they had looked quite pleasing to the eye earlier, but now, no matter how he looked at them, they seemed awkward—especially those sunglasses. No matter how large the lenses were, they could not hide the nervous expressions and flustered helplessness on the students' faces.

Wang Rong naturally understood what they meant, and he had never intended to resist anyway. An upright person needed no defense; he simply extended his wrists and allowed them to put the handcuffs on him.

"The Palace Master may ask whatever she wishes, and we subordinates will certainly share everything we know," Ouyang Hu said first, cupping his fists. The other three straightened their upper bodies slightly and nodded in agreement with Ouyang Hu's statement.

Yang Bin dialed the cell phones of Yang Lan and the others over there, feigning an inquiry about their current itinerary—they had already reached the elevator by the Liuyun Grand Hotel, and calculating the time, he would just wait until around the fiftieth minute to make an appearance at the banquet venue.

"Teacher Linda, losing the match is not entirely my fault. You can't possibly say that when the national football team keeps losing, it's always so-and-so's fault, right? As the monitor, although the primary responsibility lies with me, I will not allow anyone to launch willful personal attacks against me either!" Chen Pengpeng spoke these words with resounding force, neither servile nor overbearing.

A wave of cheers erupted at the scene, and all the vehicles blared their horns in celebration. Then, the staff pulled away the warning tape, signaling that vehicles by the bridge could now cross.

What was going on? Could they have escaped? Just as this thought flashed through Wang Rong's mind, his expression suddenly changed drastically. He slammed his feet hard against the ground, and his entire body surged abruptly upward.

"Li Feng is returning to Huanglin County?" The Great Elder still wore a trace of reluctance on his face as he said in a deep voice.

At this moment, Feng Bugui suddenly thought of something and smiled instead. "Leader Dongfang is too courteous. Someone, arrange seats for the few 'friends' from the Sun Moon Divine Cult." Upon his command, disciples of Mount Hua stepped forward to arrange seats for the two elders of the Sun Moon Divine Cult.

"Father, rest assured. For now, only a few of us know about Wei'er practicing alchemy. As long as we don't speak of it, no one will know!" Ling Tianmo's expression was also somewhat gloomy, and deep down he understood the old man's intentions.

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Presently, Mount Song used the Huanyuan Pass as its boundary: east was Mount Taishi, which was the territory of the Mount Song Sect, and west was Mount Shaoshi, which was the territory of the Shaolin Temple. The two sides rarely interacted during ordinary times, and it was even less likely for them to visit each other's homes at night with nothing to do. Therefore, once they passed the Huanyuan Pass, everyone would be safe.

Lü Bu actually used his own strength to counter the two fierce generals under Gao Ming's command, and not only did he not show the slightest sign of decline, but he grew even more valiant the longer the battle lasted.

The pretty classmate Bai Chuan sat right beside you, staring at you with a smile filling her face. Seeming to notice that fleeting sense of déjà vu, profound cleverness suddenly welled up within her crystal-clear eyes.

Director Liu of the Lyrics and Composition Department pushed open the door with a livid expression, freezing in place the moment he saw the two people inside the office.

"What do you think?" Li Feng smiled calmly, his eyes narrowing slightly. The innate true qi within his body condensed slightly as he prepared to strike.

The door was pushed open, and Wei Siyu was startled. The floor was covered in blood, and Shan Peng was slumped weakly on the ground. The table nearby must have been knocked over when he tried to use it for support to get up, and at this moment, he was breathing in more than he was breathing out.

Unlike the otherworld reincarnation genre, facing this kind of scalp-tingling youthful everyday romance—

Qin Yun took a deep breath. That's right, this was the battle from long, long ago. Just as he had anticipated, although the faces of those powerhouses remained blurry, these phantom shadows were even clearer than those within the Immeasurable Treasury.