Chapter 46: The Heir Apparent Refuses to Take Responsibility: Not Even the Position of a Concubine Will Be Given to the Cousin

Inside the main chamber, Shen Shuyi watched as the scion Pei and his servant walked away, then communicated with the system. The system informed her that she indeed needed to spend a night sleeping on Pei Dongzhou’s bed to complete the task, but it was not necessary for Pei Dongzhou to sleep beside her.

Thus, her next challenge was how to linger on that bed for an entire night—quite a delicate art.

Lying there, her mind wandered aimlessly until, before she realized it, she had fallen asleep.

The sunlight was harsh and bright when Hao Xin, lying on the bed, slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and smoothing her hair. Only then did she open her drowsy eyes and start to stare blankly ahead.

One could say that the Great Halberd Soldiers themselves formed an overwhelmingly aggressive and defensive rogue legion. This was precisely why Yuan Shao valued Ju Yi so highly. However, Ju Yi had yet to train the Great Halberd Soldiers into an elite death squad akin to the Vanguard Martyrs; otherwise, Yuan Shao would have already launched a siege long ago—there would be no need to wait until now.

Yan Shuo uttered this thought spontaneously but quickly reflected on himself, the Covenant, and the entire Twenty-Seven Covenant, causing a wave of frustration. He withdrew his thoughts and focused solely on the progress of the plan.

Jiang Qi’s unit had suffered grievous wounds. After inspecting the injured soldiers with several commanders, Jiang Qi’s heart felt as if it were being torn apart. Though they had won decisively, he could not soothe the pain in his heart.

At that moment, upon hearing Ding Yaoyang’s shout, Hao Xin hurriedly ended her call and stepped outside to see what had happened between the two of them.

The shield rippled under the assault of the demonic sound, waves spreading layer upon layer. The Master of Tuo Mountain exerted all his strength to maintain the shield’s stability.

“Is this the Buddha statue the master was searching for?” Hong Yi murmured as he gazed upon a massive Buddha ahead.

Chu Ge had initially intended to teach Aunt Chen a proper lesson, but seeing she had already turned over a new leaf, he refrained.

A mighty sword stroke cleaved through the enormous boulder ahead. Yet behind it awaited not a tiger, but a totem-like venomous rod. When Bai Hei appeared before it, the rod trembled, releasing a spray of toxic liquid, the green substance splattering Bai Hei’s body.

Urwei subtly pulled his sleeve free from Lucy’s grasp to prevent his clothes from being stained with her tears and nasal mucus.

Though the precise structure of the “Law” remained unclear, Ur was well aware of its power from studying countless “documents” in his previous life. This rule’s force was akin to magic—only magic could defeat magic.

To a true cultivator, this painting might serve no practical purpose; it was simply beautiful.

Outside the curtain, tension was thick as if swords were drawn, while inside, all was calm like a deep well. No one expected a thunderous voice to suddenly ring down from the heavens.

Pasfield was generous in his praise of Bichi, but Ur knew well that Pasfield did not yet fully trust Bichi; otherwise, he would not have concealed his identity so carefully.

Previously, Li Yu had also been punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, but every time Tao’er sent bedding over, Li Yu, clever as she was, would never actually kneel through day and night, bouncing around energetically the next day.

Ning Qing opened his palm toward Lu Yuan, showing the swirling blue light threads that danced within his hand.

Just as Ur prepared to recreate the scene, a shout echoed from afar. Ur turned his head to see none other than Mister Gang speaking.

Almost all the battle squads had by now moved inside the white circle, save for a few whose jump points were farther and whose transfer style favored a wider detour, still lingering outside.

“All right, Qin Chen, actually, I understand you’ve never driven a BMW. After all, your family is poor; a BMW isn’t something someone like you can afford,” Zhang Chu said, his words seeming comforting but laden with mockery.

Yan Jin held a dagger, staring at the struggling primordial spirit for a moment before letting out a sudden chuckle.