Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Wayward Princess

Just as the two were completely absorbed in watching, Zhou Boyan came down from the room on the second floor, spinning and leaping.

There were, however, a few military officers who had followed Mu Sheng and had been saved by him who found it hard to stay kneeling; they wanted to rise to help him.

Liao Yong became vigilant. The events of this night had made him paranoid, and every anomaly caused him to unconsciously conjure up terrifying images in his mind.

Pick was extremely nervous, biting his lip tightly with trembling hands as he signaled an "OK" gesture.

"What if—and I mean if—there were a massive upheaval within the Yata Society?" Zhou Boyan asked.

Clearly, Qin Xiao, under the enhancement of the primary Thor bloodline, could be considered a man of innate divine strength. In terms of sheer power, he had reached and even surpassed the average level of the third stage of Body Tempering; his strength at this moment was likely around fifteen hundred jin.

Above Shalan City, several figures stood in the void, and there were dozens of other Water Cloud Palace disciples relying on artifacts to fly.

This was no longer a place where humans and gods coexisted, but where humans and immortals lived together. The residents were divided into nine ranks: the top three were immortals, the middle three were nobles, and the bottom three were commoners. That is, high-high, high-middle, high-low; middle-high, middle-middle, middle-low; low-high, low-middle, low-low. It was exactly the Nine-Rank System from the Cao Wei period.

But for some reason, that meteor seemed to drift a bit, no longer falling straight toward Shouchun, but veering toward the northeast.

"More than just impressive!" The two gossiping individuals, hearing someone express doubt, smirked as if looking at a bumpkin who had entered the city for the first time: "Are you a trainee here for an interview? How could you not know 'The Divine Pusher' Zhang Yuan?"

Last time, when recording an interlude for a web drama, he made him do a handstand, and this time he made him sing on a treadmill, under the pretense of "improving vital capacity."

Sha Dutian said happily, "Then I won't stand on ceremony." Yun Hai smiled and said, "No need to be polite." Sha Dutian immediately stuffed the money into his backpack, while Zhao Ruozhi looked at him with disdain, feeling embarrassed for him. Dr. Lu, however, appreciated Sha Dutian's directness.

Many people knew that there was an old steward in the Flying Star City Lord's Mansion, and that was the old man before them. His surname was Lin.

Respect for life was the conviction Yin Yi established during the tens of thousands of years of war between the Silicon-based Empire and the Carbon-based Federation.

"Tell the people at home to stay alert. When I'm away, keep an eye on your eldest sister!" Besides the mute guard Liu Feng, Mo Heng had secretly arranged for others to protect Pei Qin. But when Pei Qin became restless, the guards couldn't control her at all; only Pei Qian could keep her in check.

"We are comrades," was the first sentence members of the Freedom Foundation said when they met.

Sun Yuhan's professional rigor, Chen Zipeng's good nature, Gu Yangyao's stage presence, and Jiang Lixin's attention to detail were images deeply etched in people's hearts.

The wind blew, and the sea of flowers rippled in layers like ocean waves, which was quite beautiful. Sha Dutian and Shen Zhangtian did not like such scenery; if it were Zhao Ruozhi and Lu Shuiyi, they would certainly be enchanted, immersed in it, and unable to extricate themselves.

Suddenly, a chorus of gasps rang out. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock, staring intently at Huang Manman. However, she showed no extra expression, simply opening her Qiankun bag calmly to reveal it filled with magic stones.

"Huh? Why go to Prince Jian's mansion? I don't know this Prince Jian, I'd rather not go! I'll just follow Magistrate Yu," Zhao Wuyou said, feeling a bit strange as to why Ru Bing would drag him to Prince Jian's mansion.

"Not bad, not bad, hahaha, Dajian, do you want one?" Song Chao asked as he turned around before entering the door.

The sky had turned completely dark, and the muggy wind outside, signaling an impending rain, made the palace lanterns under the eaves sway with a rustling sound, casting uneasy, dim, yellow shadows.

Could Leeds United really be this strong? Even when they faced Chelsea, they hadn't been beaten this miserably.

"Because she... proposed a very tempting condition when she came for the interview," Qin Han replied after a long silence.

A physical abnormality! Truly unique! It should... have something to do with my rebirth. Chu Nan analyzed it to himself; thinking about it, that was the only way to explain it.

The lackeys helped Zhao Zhi up, and Mantou and Laopao supported him, letting him sit leaning against a tree. "Hey, why is he still here?" Yuan Qingqing, having finished packing, pointed at Wang Dabao, who was squatting to the side, disheveled and in tattered clothes.

"Zici, let's set off too!" Although Guo Jia noticed Chen Ren's silence, he only thought Chen Ren was feeling sentimental about parting with Xun Yu.

Following in a military camouflage off-road vehicle, the Iron-Blooded Divine Horse was covered in a set of silver-white light mecha, and two huge, blood-colored crescent blades highlighted his identity as an agile professional warrior.

The Emperor was at his most eager for the hunt. The guards and nobles following him understood this, so they deliberately slowed down, putting some distance between them. Ahead, the enclosure was filled with all kinds of birds and beasts, mostly deer, elk, sheep, rabbits, and muntjacs, with a few semi-grown leopards mixed in to add to the excitement.

Shangguan Yun could not help but panic. He looked around; there was no one in the hall who had been in Yingzhou that day, nor was there any sign of the Soul-Chasing Elder He Zhixian. His heart settled slightly.

"Beat the pervert!" Wu Qingcheng shouted, then kicked Wei Xian in the face. With someone lighting the fuse, Bai Zhi and Ouyang Yanran both pounced on him.

Shui Li really wanted to swing her arm and slap her, but she carried the heavy responsibility entrusted to her by the Prince. It was not convenient to cause trouble; in the Northern Mansion, she had to swallow her pride and act as a lowly servant.