Chapter 23: Accelerating the Cub's Growth; He Has No Need for Kindness

The little snake did not like this life. Soon, he would be old enough to start school and learn to read, and later, he would have to study the culture of the Alliance. All he wanted was to see his mother.

He kicked his small legs and, ignoring the maid’s attempts to stop him, insisted on running out of the room. However, just as he exited the living room, he collided with a wall of human flesh and fell to the floor.

Clutching his backside, he looked up and saw the very face he feared most.

"Fa... Father."

He Kun’s expression was somber. "Barefoot?"

The maid who had chased after him knelt in terror, explaining, "Young Master, the little master suddenly ran out, and... and I didn't have time to put his shoes on."

"Take her away." As soon as He Kun finished speaking, the maid collapsed to the ground in a dead faint.

"The maids are White Egret, Flying Gull, and Floating Water." Judging by their names, White Egret and Flying Gull likely came from the same place, while Floating Water perhaps hailed from elsewhere.

In her past life, this man had been like a stain on her existence, a nightmare she had always refused to recall.

It was better for the five of them to split up and queue solo; if a teammate underperformed, it would train their ability to save the world single-handedly.

They exchanged glances, united in heart and purpose, determined to give their new sovereign a surprise when the time came.

Crucially, he wanted to know when his future self would enter the secret realm, so he could avoid it and thus escape his death.

"Order someone to pack up immediately and move at once. Xian’er, you will stay with Xueyan tonight; you are not to go anywhere. She must be terrified tonight, so you must comfort her well, lest she suffer any lasting psychological trauma," the Dowager Consort said with regal authority, looking at Prince Qing.

Zhang Xin was stunned, unable to grasp why he would ask such a question at such a perilous moment.

"Yes. When an ordinary person draws a sword, even in a child’s play, it carries a trace of killing intent. My Beast King nature is sensitive; as long as that trace exists, I can foresee danger and avoid it."

After the Noble Consort’s birthday, charcoal braziers were lit in Su Ruhui’s inner chamber. She had originally used four, making it as warm as spring. Listening to the north wind howling outside through the thick window paper, Su Ruhui sat in her undergarments practicing calligraphy, feeling perfectly content.

"Beggar, get lost." Helan Yao walked at the front, while Long Shaoyan leaned against her shoulder like an obedient child. Ning Ruxi brought up the rear. Seeing Helan Yao, the guard reached out, intending to shove her aside.

The command, violent to the extreme, carried a magical power that instantly calmed everyone’s hearts.

With his taekwondo skills, Chen Chi delivered a kick squarely into the man’s back, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

One had to know that although the Sword Origin Sect was a second-rate sect and not particularly wealthy, their resource distributions had always been punctual. Yet, today, they were delayed, and such a strange occurrence immediately sparked heated discussions.

It seemed that through thousands of years of reincarnation, Daoling had endured endless suffering, faced infinite perils, encountered unprecedented death traps, and been hunted by the strongest across the entire universe.

Furthermore, he treated the officials of Taiyuan, Yanmen, and Shangdang well, which was why the officials of Xihe Commandery had no will to fight.

Before he could recover from his shock, he received a system notification: "Congratulations to the player Hejia Kuangshao for achieving a 230,000-kill streak, earning the honorary title of 'Unrivaled.' This title will permanently increase attack and defense by 10% until another player surpasses this kill streak."

Niu Yan only felt at ease after both sides had calmed down. If something had gone wrong, he wouldn't have known if they were affiliated with the Prince’s Mansion, which would have been difficult to handle. Just then, a scout returned to report on the identities of He Yun and Ye Feng.

"Damn it, they are too arrogant!" Even the Heavenly Demon God couldn't bear it, itching to slap him and show him that there are heavens beyond heaven and people beyond people.

Zhu Ruo rarely spoke at such length, so he delivered these words slowly, very slowly, as if he had rehearsed every word a thousand times in his heart.

Over the past few days, they had re-established contact with Zhou Min and the others; unaffected by the previous incident, everyone was attending school as usual.

Sensing the change in the Bloodthirsty Nether Sword, the scarred man’s expression shifted. Cursing under his breath, he retreated rapidly, his eyes fixed on Nie Chen with even greater greed. He brandished the sword and unleashed a low-grade Moon-tier soul technique: The Seven Kills of the Blood Wolf.

"Yes, Grandfather." Gongsun Jing had been on the verge of losing control, but when Gongsun Changming appeared, his rage miraculously dissipated. After all, his grandfather was right; there was no need to lower himself to such a person.

The more she thought about it, the more her head ached. She was annoyed with herself—why had she gone to eavesdrop? Now she was causing her own distress. She was someone who couldn't suppress her own curiosity once it was piqued. What was she to do? There was no one to ask, yet not knowing made her heart heavy.

"Let’s hope so! Wushuang’s personality is also unfathomable. I hope she follows the old path!" Han Ming had designed this fake wedding based on Mo Wushuang’s old habits; if she had truly changed her style, he would be left helpless.

"Pah, why should I tell you?" The Azure Wolf remained stubborn, refusing to read the situation even in his current state.

"Yang Zhifang, control your wife. If she speaks such filth again, I will ensure she never opens her mouth again for the rest of her life." Yan Yue’s voice was chillingly cold in the courtyard, leaving everyone stunned in their places. Yang Zhifang, full of anger and helplessness, stepped forward to carry Yan Qin away.

Maria glanced at Ye Bingyin. Ye Bingyin was a man who easily radiated warmth, so Maria felt she could tell him about this matter.

Clutching the Essence-Preservation Pearl, Yan Yue felt a bit dazed, as if she were overlooking something. But what it was remained a blur in her mind. Distracted, she wandered aimlessly and lost her way among the rows of tents.

If no one else had the key to Hua Zhongxia’s room, how did the killer get in? Or perhaps others did have the key, and Qi Feng simply didn't know?

No one could answer Ye Bingyin’s question, and he had lost what little patience he had for these ignorant people. There were some who could never be treated kindly, for they were foolish and always assumed their own thoughts were correct—yet if you asked them why, they couldn't explain.

Being humiliated was one thing, but making enemies with such a person—if the other party decided one day they didn't like him and came to kill him, he wouldn't even have the power to resist. That was what worried Ma Jingtao the most.

As expected, as soon as they entered the city, the hidden troops arranged by Gao Guanyintai’s remnants launched a sudden attack. The Di brothers remained calm in the face of danger, producing the command seal of the Dali Kingdom bestowed by the Crown Prince, and informed the generals and soldiers of Dali that Gao Guanyintai’s faction was plotting treason.