Do you actually believe what that old man said?

Along with the sound came a faint, ghostly aura.

Nan Yuanman stopped in her tracks, twitching her little nose like a puppy sniffing curiously toward the direction of the sound.

Not far from her stood a small stall selling rat poison and cockroach bait. In front of the stall crouched a young woman with short pink hair, dressed in pajamas, exuding an air of exhaustion and decay.

The woman held about a dozen packets of rat poison in her hands, her face weary and worn.

Yang Nan immediately understood—this genuine Kunlun heir was not someone to be accepted casually. Without a divine-grade visage, one could never achieve the status of a revered master in their lifetime. How could Buxu have taken her as a disciple?

When the time came, a new script began, displaying the four large characters: “War Against the Wokou.” There was no music, no background—only darkness. After choosing the “Great Han” faction, there was no need to create a new character; the system directly integrated all characters into the ongoing script.

The Bai Chan Rejuvenation Pill was never meant to be absorbed by a spiritual cultivator at the Lingdong stage.

Thanks to everyone’s efforts, the fire was finally brought under control. At that moment, the Third and Eighth Princes arrived with their forces. With a tremendous roar, the Eastern Palace collapsed.

If not for Princess Murong Yufeng’s steadfastness despite her heavy pregnancy, the emperor would never have shown mercy by placing the entire Xiao family under house arrest. Otherwise, the Xiao clan would have long since been wiped out.

It wasn’t that Hui Yike didn’t try to dodge; when he attempted to move aside, he found his legs trapped beneath a thick layer of ice.

Huang Wanqin quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks, glanced thoughtfully at the young man, and silently came to his side.

Of course, Senior Sister Zhou had not ruled out this possibility. That was why she kept her head down, exerting all her skills with relentless effort, leaving the opponent no chance of counterattack.

“Brother Xiao, Xiuer is truly curious—did you really create ‘Xijun Studio’ all by yourself?” Murong Xiu blinked her large eyes, full of admiration as she asked.

It turned out that Yi’er’s body contained cold poison, likely a remnant from Mo Yu Jingchen. Now the situation had changed; after obtaining the snow lotus, the most important thing was to find someone skilled in Beiming Wuji techniques.

He could not fulfill her wishes. He drew his sword and stepped forward steadily. She had nowhere to flee, her face marked by streaks of blood and mottled tears. She retreated, leaving a long trail of blood beneath her, looking at Jin Yan with despair and heart-wrenching sorrow.

She did not mean it that way, only that earlier the Empress had gifted her master a pair of golden bracelets and hairpins. Her master had not visited Fengyi Palace for a long time, and on her first visit, she wore a pair of dazzling golden bracelets. How could that not arouse suspicion?

It was not that arrogance was bad. In the harem, to be arrogant one must be favored by the sovereign. Only with such favor could one dare to be brazen; without it, arrogance would only be courting death.

Qinghe nodded vigorously. “I like it!” She had been pampered her whole life; she could pretend for a moment, but not forever. When she saw something she liked, her true cheerful nature always shone through.

But Chu Yunlian did not respond further. He looked down and found that she had actually fallen asleep. He exhaled in relief for no reason, dried her hair, and gently laid her on the bed, sighing deeply.

Others nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with envy when they glanced at Li Jiu. After all, having the verbal promise of Nangong Yunyao was indeed a powerful advantage.

Xie confessed, “I’ve only seen people play ice skating in Chang’an but never tried it myself.” Ice skating was too dangerous. Not even Tuoba Yao nor Chen Liu’s grandmother allowed her to play.

This Mesmerizing Spirit Powder had always been controlled by the Imperial Apothecary’s Lao Jun Chamber because of its immense power. Though not lethal, it could prevent ordinary immortals from circulating their primordial energy for a thousand years, and even divine beings would be unable to gather their spiritual senses for a century or more. Thus, the emperor kept strict control over it.