Volume One, Chapter 36: He’s Coming Over Tonight

As the words fell, the other imperial physicians in the Pine Wind Palace walked out, bypassing Jiang Yutang to chat with Yun Qianqian with expressions of gratitude.

Grand Eunuch Zhang, in particular, was beaming so broadly that his face crinkled with joy.

Feeling the softness of Li Ningwei against his chest and her clumsy kisses, Jiang Han felt a surge of passion. He reached out to wrap his arms around her slender waist, taking the lead.

Xie Gongbao spat, "Bah! If you are free, I will die. If it comes to that, I might as well fight you to the end! Behave yourself. If you dare to act violently again, I will scatter my own soul power. When my soul dissipates, you will die along with me!" With that, while grappling with him, he began to silently channel his inner energy to disperse his soul power.

Once a Yin Demon ascends to become a Yang Demon, it is no longer harmed by Yang energy; instead, it can absorb Yang energy and use it for its own purposes.

An aura of boundless resentment and piercing screams began to emanate. It seemed that, in this moment, Liu Mengdao had transformed into an envoy walking from hell, yet beneath this chilling aura lay a sense of orthodox dignity.

The box was opened, and the Seven-Colored Spirit Mother Treasure Silkworm flew high into the air like a bolt of lightning. Gone was its previous adorable, docile appearance; instead, it was filled with wariness, guarding itself against Yan Yuncheng and the others.

Alian’s mouth twitched, and she covered her face to keep from laughing out loud. He used you as a stepping stone to woo a girl, and you want to learn from him? Even if you did learn, it would likely be useless, considering you’ve long since been blacklisted by her.

Yan Yuncheng was completely bewildered. The recovery of the old Emperor Yan’s injuries and the cryptic, fragmented words of Lord Tianji had left him utterly confused.

Similarly, as Chen Xiao was forced back by this aura, the countless chains the Spirit Demon had bound around Zhou Tianhai shattered with a series of bangs. The Spirit Demon’s form was forced out, exploding and disintegrating repeatedly until, after more than a dozen times, it finally re-formed and dove headlong into the jade pendant on Chen Xiao's chest, vanishing without a trace.

Suddenly, before Xing Tianzhao could even finish his sentence, Chen Xiao began to laugh, causing everyone to turn their gaze toward him.

He knew that Xie Gongbao would not have unleashed such a sword strike unless there was a deep, irreconcilable hatred, and he felt anxious, wanting only to find and kill him. However, once Xie Gongbao fled, he left no trace. Given that Bawang Island had ten great mountain ranges, he had searched for half the night and the entire morning, yet it was like looking for a needle in a haystack—he had found nothing.

An ice path extended from the east, and Han Yuanzun’s thin, upright figure approached rapidly. Stopping thirty feet from the platform, he flipped down and, without a word, tossed a severed arm toward Di Chaoxiao.

Yan Yun looked around. The population of the West District was more than three times denser than their own, and the flow of people in the streets was no less than it had been before. He knew that if a conflict broke out here and things got out of hand, the military would not stand for it.

Cavalry possessed immense frontal shock power, but that referred specifically to heavy cavalry. Expecting light cavalry to crush a disciplined infantry formation like tanks was unrealistic. Furthermore, in the middle section, the soldiers of both sides were already locked in a chaotic melee where the cavalry could exert little influence.

During the fierce fighting along the Great Wall in the spring of '33, the Qing Ma and Ning Ma factions had declined the Nanjing government’s orders to mobilize, citing that the ice and snow had not yet melted and it was difficult for their troops to leave their borders. However, on April 12, the coup in Dihua dragged both factions into the fray.

Their man was even more powerful than the Red Dragon Emperor; what did that signify? Could there be anything more thrilling than this?

"Right... Zhongjun, check the status of the Buddha Bone Sarira!" In the age of the internet, much could be obtained from computers, which greatly facilitated their investigation.

Mu Xiaofeng’s expression turned stern, for with just one glance, he recognized the man: it was none other than Zhao Yun.