Volume 1, Chapter 51: Imperial Noble Consort Chen Will Surely Deliver an Imperial Prince Safely

Li Qinghan knitted her delicate eyebrows and flicked her hand. Two ribbons of blue flame surged out from the ring of fire, and with a sharp shriek, a eunuch dressed in lavish official robes was dragged right into the center by her.

Ijima Masayoshi estimated that if things continued to develop at this rate, the moment he broke through to the Tyrant Ghost Realm—the seventh tier—he would completely transcend the domain of mortals and evolve into a higher life form. In ancient terminology, that would be called an "immortal."

Without needing to give it a second thought, Qiu Wuyi instantly knew who had leaked his information and the various dossiers of Class One to the Northern Bluebird.

In Kawashima Emon's impression, such secretive and closely guarded mystic spells were usually performed away from prying eyes to prevent leaks. What this lord was doing, however, truly exceeded his expectations.

He realized that what was clutched in that furry giant palm was precisely the parasitic matriarch—the very entity that had left them completely helpless and forced to flee in panic, possessing strength comparable to a formal sorcerer.

"Still quite capable, aren't you?" A faint smile touched Lu Yu's lips as Lancelot slightly lowered his altitude. Lu Yu leaped directly onto Lancelot's back, completely breaking free from the entanglement of those tentacles.

She had begun to drink, but her alcohol tolerance was clearly not very high. After just a few sips, she felt dizzy and didn't even notice when Sha Cai walked in from outside.

Inside a heavily guarded crypt, several deacons bustled about anxiously, supervising disciples of the Snow God Cult as they sorted the treasures plundered from various tombs and stored them into different spatial rings for the deacons to safeguard.

"You belong to me, of course I don't want others taking advantage of you." If that Nazee were a man, I would have beaten him to a pulp.

"Just go search, leave the defense to me." Yan Ao nodded in reply, then stepped out of the inner hall, mobilizing elite warriors above the rank of centurion to fortify the outer hall.

The most urgent task was to strengthen the military. Within twenty years, the forces of the Song Dynasty must no longer remain a scattered sheet of loose sand; they needed to be capable of repelling foreign enemies and recovering lost territories. Though simple to conceive, achieving this was far from easy.

"Today, the gatekeeper didn't go in to report. Presumably, Brother Lu's prediction was spot on—Ximen Qing must not be home," Yang Chun remarked.

Lu Ping had still harbored a trace of wariness when the man drew his blade, but as the man struck, that wariness instantly turned into admiration.

The office door was unlocked; Wu Zhenni pushed it open and walked right in, then, acting as comfortably as if she were in her own home, she smilingly invited Chen Yang to take a seat wherever he liked.

"Hmph!" Li Hongwu took the gun, but in the time it took to let out a single cold snort, the perfectly fine firearm had already been dismantled into loose parts lying on the floor.

At this time, cotton was still referred to by the Tang people as "white fleece" and was cultivated in the gardens of wealthy households merely as an ornamental plant. In winter, the rich wore fur coats and covered themselves with various woolen blankets, while impoverished commoners stuffed coarse hemp and soft dried grass into their clothes to fend off the cold, or at best, managed to acquire a sheepskin jacket.

Jiang Chen naturally possessed a handsome appearance, and coupled with his willingness to spend money, those few sweet calls of "elder sister" instantly melted the sales clerk's heart, causing her to carry the clothes right into Lin Shirou's fitting room.

"That's good. You almost scared me to death just now. If anything had happened to you, I really would have died of regret!" Hagrid initiated his mushy offensive once more, and Darui hurriedly cut him off.

Hearing Second Liu's loud shout, Wang Xingxin shivered and immediately bolted out of Old Liu's sight. Before long, he ran into Blackie and Erniu, who were also fleeing in panic.

Hu Ximei had long since noticed Lin Miaochang standing by and watching the spectacle. This white-robed spirit gave her an even more terrifying impression than the former sect master. Under the watchful eyes of both Du Xianyang and Lin Miaochang, Hu Ximei would never be able to escape their grasp without resorting to some clever tricks.

For the first couple of days, Li Xian found himself utterly baffled, unable to figure out what strategy the Yan general was employing. But after another day or two passed, seeing that the Yan army continued as before—strictly guarding their encampment and drilling their troops without the slightest intention of going into battle—he grew even more perplexed.

"Drag him out of the Qianyang Gate and execute him publicly as a warning to all." Glancing coldly at Shen Qing, who had collapsed completely limp onto the ground, Li Xian turned around and walked back into the Imperial Academy.

Once Housekeeper Liu escorted Zheng Gu out, Guan Yan promptly summoned Chen Deng and Xi Zhicai, rattling off everything that had just transpired in one breath.

Being able to enjoy a bowl of hot soup at a moment like this was truly just what was needed; it not only relieved fatigue but also warmed the body.

With that, he pulled out a golden alchemical bowl containing a shallow layer of pale green medicinal liquid and placed it right beneath Xue Ying's nose. Amidst Xue Ying's heavy, labored breathing, black parasitic worms began crawling out from his mouth and nose, tumbling into the golden bowl where they instantly dissolved into nothingness.

Six years had passed, and they might have expected this intimacy to feel strange, but their bodies honestly told them that nothing had changed—it was still just as familiar as before.

Lu Shuqing was simmering sparerib soup in the kitchen. Gazing at the bubbling bone broth, he fell into deep contemplation, even imagining the broth as having been brewed from the flesh of Yun Hai and Wang.

After a moment of reflection, Guan Yan spoke: "Han Sui, I promise you, I will let bygones be bygones regarding your several thousand soldiers! As for yourself, there is no need to commit suicide; I will dispatch men to escort you to Luoyang to await His Majesty's disposal. His Majesty may not necessarily put you to death!" A flicker of compassion stirred within Guan Yan.

There is a well-known saying about the four ironclad bonds of brotherhood: first, sharing the same classroom; second, sharing the same trench; third, patronizing the same brothel; and fourth, sharing the spoils of illicit loot.

Chen Sheng fished a wheat stalk from his bosom and stuffed it into Ling Suyun's mouth. From the moment he first laid eyes on the fleet of boats on the river, Chen Sheng had already incorporated jumping into the water to escape into his contingency plan, having prepared such trivial items in advance.