Volume 1, Chapter 31: Honeysuckle

The imperial physician carefully checked Li Chengqian’s pulse, his expression turning grave as he whispered his report.

With martial lords rarely active in the secular world, such a troop was enough to intimidate any power within the empire.

The Wind-Harp Flower was a ninth-grade spiritual herb, a precious treasure for longevity; with Zhong Gushi’s strength at the peak of the Soul Formation stage, this single flower could extend his life by more than three hundred years.

Once Elder Qingyun spoke, Han Xiaofeng immediately restrained himself. In his fit of rage, he had completely forgotten the elder’s presence. Though he remained furious, he knew the elder was right, and he was capable of distinguishing sense from impulse.

At the center stood the main army, anchored by a high watchtower. This was where Deputy General Duan was surrounded by his personal guard, the great banner fluttering overhead with a massive character for "Duan" soaring high. Viewed from above, the Northern Dynasty’s formation was impeccable, layered in an arc like a gigantic fan.

The appearance of the dragon gave everyone a brief respite to recover from the exhaustion of the slaughter.

After a few perfunctory pleasantries, Zuo Wuya was seen off. Gu Dong signaled for servants to clean the bloodstains from the floor. Gu Yunyi glanced back at the two young masters, but without a word, he went straight upstairs. It seemed the earlier conflict was of little consequence.

This cool, aloof foreign woman had only spared Li Muye a momentary nod and smile when he waved at her before climbing into Old Cui’s car and speeding away.

Such an occurrence was completely beyond Ye Lan’s expectations. However, ever since he was born, he had remembered his family as being exceptionally vast, unlike Linyin’s family—what could be the reason for this discrepancy?

For the vast majority of geniuses destined to become peerless prodigies, the difficulty of breaking through levels below the Martial Master stage was virtually zero. Their meridians were as smooth and unobstructed as the inner wall of a drinking straw.

Su Youliang was utterly stunned. The embroidered shoes at the entrance of the Su manor, the concubine, the lecherous thief... he had been completely oblivious to such vital intelligence.

Yet, no sooner had Mu Yunlan followed Chu Qian inside than he kissed her before she could say a word.

Covering her eyes with one hand, Mu Yunlan used the other to clumsily pull Chu Qian’s clothes into place. Only after ensuring nothing was exposed did she lower her hand.

At this thought, Ye Zuozuo’s heart tightened painfully, and a wave of intense anxiety surged within her.

"Senior Sister Meiyang, look!" Tang Xiaomo nudged Meiyang, gesturing for her to look at the stage, as she had been dozing off. Meiyang immediately opened her eyes, looking at the stage in a daze. Dugu Zisi was walking toward the center with a smile; it seemed she was about to share her exclusive insights.

Ever since learning of the Shen family’s hostility toward the Bi family, Guan Muhua had not held the slightest shred of goodwill for anyone from the Shen clan.

She calculated silently, wondering if today’s incident had been captured by any passersby. If so, she might be able to put it to good use.

Tapping Han Qin on the forehead, Mu Yunlan said with a faint smile that, after all, Zhou Yiyang was Chu Qian’s subordinate, and she did not want to see any trouble in his family life.

Huo Jingzun took the bowl from her and began feeding her again. Knowing he wasn't truly angry, Su Qixi sat on his lap, playing with his buttons as she ate.

He stared straight at Shen Jiaming as he spoke, his meaning blunt and direct; anyone with the slightest bit of thin skin would surely have been embarrassed by his words.