Volume 1, Chapter 23: Even the Child Is Already Born

Gu Qing silently withdrew her hand, intending to offer an explanation, but Lu Mofeng turned and walked away, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

The imperial physician had already written the prescription and departed. The three consorts—Xian, De, and Shu—had also dispersed shortly after paying their respects to the Imperial Noble Consort. Now, only the three of them—mistress and servants—remained in the Jin Palace.

Lin Xie’er, who had appeared troubled just moments ago, was now beaming with a brightness that bordered on relief.

Jun Mo, in my previous life, I lived in shadows, unable to see the sun. Coming here, your arrival brought me the most radiant and beautiful light I have ever known.

Time ticked by. Xiao Yan had been listening to music through her headphones, feeling completely unhurried. However, after the random shuffle had skipped through a dozen songs, a sense of foreboding began to settle in her heart.

It was precisely because of his business acumen that Wang Zun was able to enjoy a level of comfort that most people could only dream of.

Zi Xia clearly had not expected to encounter Chu Xia here, nor had she anticipated him walking toward her. She gripped the hem of her dress tightly, peering through the rain at the hazy figure of Chu Xia. The dark clouds in the sky felt stifling, making one’s heart race with unease, and Zi Xia’s own heart began to tremble.

The car had arrived at the Plum Garden. Named for the plum trees planted there, it had once been the private villa of a Qing Dynasty prince, and miraculously, that grove of plum trees had been well-preserved over all these years.

“Jun Mo, what… what are you trying to do?” Luo Chenxi watched him, noting that he looked as if he were bracing for a bloody battle.

Wei Meng couldn’t help but rub his backside upon hearing this. In the realm of spiritual consciousness, he had been used as a golf ball countless times—the mere thought made his rear ache. He nodded hurriedly and stepped into the funeral parlor.

“Isn’t this what you hunted in the mountains?” Gui Liren asked, feeling puzzled. Could it be that she had consumed a fragment of her own memory?

Everything returned to its original state, and Mu Yulan could even hear the muffled voices of the jailers nearby.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Third Master Yuan ran a short distance away and began to meditate to circulate her internal energy. After guiding her spiritual power through several cycles, the stiffness in her arms subsided, and she ceased her meditation to fly toward Eli Lian.

He calmly sliced a large opening in the bag, reached in to grab a handful, and brought it to his nose to sniff before jumping down from the stack of grain sacks.

Once he entered the room and closed the door, the warm lighting highlighted his stunning, otherworldly facial features.

This fish tank was crafted from the bones of a Black Tortoise. As soon as Gou Sheng entered the tank, a wave of familiarity washed over him—these were his own bones from long ago! The aura of an ancient divine beast still lingered on them, and he began to absorb this energy instinctively.

The voice laughed, low and alluring. For some reason, Yue Ying felt an unsettling sense of familiarity with it.

At the same time, at the post station, the State Preceptor, who was locked in a magical duel with a masked figure, sensed something and looked down at the bronze mirror clutched in his hand.

“Tang Wan defied me and conspired to harm the future Empress of the Qi Kingdom! Her crime warrants death!” Yang Shurui’s gaze was icy; with a swift motion of his hand, he struck, severing Tang Wan’s head.

As Liao Xi and his companions entered the city, the rest of the army followed. They were a victorious force, and the common people looked upon them as heroes. They had bled and fought for the sake of the people; they were the champions of the populace.

The system chimed in: "In early philosophy and mystery mythology, Eros was a primordial deity who participated in the creation of the world."

An alliance so vast that it could sweep across the entire continent was established hastily within the Ancient Clan.

The fatty pulled out a roll of duct tape and walked over to Brother Gou. The latter immediately understood and held out his hands.

“Haha, the results are excellent. Take your subordinates and go; follow my instructions exactly.” Su Yang stood with his hands behind his back, watching the upright-walking Wolf Kings with delight.

The Sumerian name for Nergal, ‘Meslamtaea,’ also translates to ‘the one who rises from the Mes tree.’

The path of cultivation is long and arduous, especially in the Yuan Realm. Its seven stages—Yuan Seed, Yuan Leaf, Yuan Flower, Yuan Fruit, Yuan Pellet, Yuan Infant, and Yuan Spirit—are each like a chasm difficult to bridge. It begins with the Yuan Leaf stage, where the Yuan Seed within the body must sprout nine leaves to reach completion; hence the saying, ‘Nine leaves bloom from the Yuan.’

“Follow me,” Poseidon said softly. The group followed her footsteps to a plaza, where the sea breeze blew past, bringing a hint of coolness.

Shangguan Sichen caught the fearful and surprised look in Su Jinxi’s eyes and felt a surge of joy. He couldn’t help but recall how many times this girl had stared at him blankly lately, and he found himself inexplicably deciding that she was rather adorable.

“Mr. Luo, you cannot enter!” As Luo Qianfan tried to enter the factory, several police officers immediately blocked his path.

Chen Qing looked up at the sky. Since Zhang Wenda had said he was of the Demon Clan, then surely it wouldn’t matter if he were to fall into a state of demonic obsession, right?

Ten thousand per month! My heavens! That was equal to the combined monthly salary of both his parents. And their son had claimed that if he could just play professionally, his future income would be a hundred or even a thousand times that.

“Hehe, Old Lin, do you know what our current broadcast ratings are?” Ge Changsheng asked, looking immensely proud.

A flurry of hurried footsteps sounded from behind, and Ludo Bagman, the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, walked into the room.

Beside Yamaoka Mu stood a towering figure: his pride and joy, the spirit-summoned Nether Corpse King. During their previous surprise attacks, the formidable combat power of the Nether Corpse King had played a crucial role in their success.

Gazing at the star-filled sky, Lin Chu recalled a childhood memory of the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, spent with his cousin and his older female cousin.

Just as Jiang Changan’s consciousness began to fade, he clearly felt a stir within his dantian. Overjoyed, he focused on the Taiyi Divine Fire mere inches away, his gaze growing even more resolute.