Chapter 43: Shi Yi

Upon hearing that Su Yibao had punished Su Yuheng by banishing her to the ancestral hall, she felt a sense of approval, yet still dispatched a servant to deliver bedding to her. Su Yuheng did not refuse, and that night, Jinrao even snuck her some food, which she accepted without hesitation.

Because their grandfather was well-versed in medical principles—specifying which ingredients should be paired and which parts of a dish were unfit for consumption—his demands on the kitchen staff were exceptionally rigorous.

By this time, that creature had long since vanished without a trace, its flames left behind, flickering aimlessly without a master.

Behind him, that wretch stumbled out, clutching a baseball bat. "Take him down!" he barked, as several more thugs emerged from the rear to surround him.

In an instant, a spray of red and white stained the ground, even fragments of brain matter visible; the scene was gruesome, utterly too horrific to behold.

Shen Ruoxi now fully grasped the capabilities of the Meta-Dragon class infantry equipment, and she was well aware that fewer than three thousand of these units existed in total.

Yet, the only response she received from Big Bear was a pair of hollow eyes and a face devoid of any expression.

A colossal golden statue stood tall, possessing four arms and a pair of bone wings, while brilliant golden flames erupted from its eyes.

"This thing used to be mine!" Gao Zhan would feel a pang of sorrow every time he thought of Silver Lotus in the dark of night. Now that they were finally reunited, he just wanted to hold her for a while.

She did not feel there was anything wrong with Wei Qilang standing up for her; after all, it was only because he cared for her so deeply that he grew so angry.

"Do as you please. Suit yourself. I have plenty to do anyway." With a mountain of dramas and shows to catch up on, she was never at a loss for things to occupy her time.

The two kissed for a long time—so long that it was only after Asakura Oto kicked him several times in discomfort that he reluctantly let her go.

All eight of them could not help but gloat, feeling that ninety percent of the resentment they had harbored from being forced to grind monsters by that guy had dissipated.

The culprit behind Consort Rong’s tireless practice, Zhang Yuan, had forgotten all about the matter.

The latter counted them briefly, finding eleven remaining. After a moment of contemplation, he took six of them.

She sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, her fair, shapely legs crossed, her face etched with bitterness.

Su Zhou lowered his head, let out a long, heavy sigh, then looked up again, meeting his father’s gaze directly.

Zhou Caihuang glanced at him, her spirit still trapped in the shock of the "widowed" realization.

Although Zhao Lihe had filled in the blanks regarding the utility of the "magical artifact" himself, in terms of actual results, it was indeed as he had described.

Though Liangchen only referred to him as her companion, how could he fail to see that she treated the Crown Prince of Tianjing differently than anyone else?

"Brother Minrong, stop watching porn. We have trouble." Park Tianxiu reached over and shut down Li Minrong’s computer.

She held his feelings for her deep in her heart; they were the most precious wealth of her life, her most cherished memories. It was precisely because she understood his heart and his love that she felt no fear.

Her chin was sharp, her features enchantingly beautiful and flawless. The smile at the corners of her lips was hazy yet sorrowful.

At that moment, Ruan Danche’s phone rang. She pulled it out, and Manager Zou caught a glimpse of the word "Beloved" on the screen. His heart skipped a beat—good heavens, the General Manager was calling to urge her on.

Gephi Yan weighed the pros and cons. She had led the way here herself, and the light at the bottom of the pool indicated that it was not yet dark outside. Calculating the time, it was already five or six in the afternoon. Since they were in the great Southwest, there was a time difference, meaning it wouldn’t get dark for at least another two or three hours.

Furthermore, Qi Chengyue’s hostility toward her seemed to have faded significantly. Although they still didn't speak much when they encountered each other at the old estate, she no longer targeted her as she once did.

The Poison King’s words were not entirely false; there were indeed many in the ancient martial arts world who wished to prostrate themselves before him and learn his craft of toxins.

Yet, at this moment, surrounded by thousands of glinting arrows, he felt his heart shatter and his courage fail.

He would eventually join the disciples of the Buried Sword Villa to challenge the monks of the White Dragon Temple.

After all, the troop command skills Qin Xiu had originally "stolen" were acquired from bandits, leaving a distinct gap compared to those of a regular army—a gap that could even be described as a difference in quality.

There would be no issue for Qin Xiu to sit for the imperial examinations now, let alone worry about being a provincial graduate; this was simply because he had not yet entered the Imperial Academy.

This time, Qin Li summoned the weakest unit: a Seahorse Knight patrol. As it was his first attempt, he didn't summon many, only one knight and his mount.

For five years, she had gained nothing outside the palace, becoming increasingly marginalized instead. The only thing she had managed to achieve was gathering clues about a nurse who had witnessed her childbirth. Yet, Hongli seemed entirely unconcerned with such things.

He left only two instructions: first, that the others were to listen to Xuanyu, with this monk of the "Xuan" generation leading the team; second, he provided the coordinates and ordered the group not to scatter, to move as a unified force, and to eliminate any demons encountered along the way.

As they watched, beneath the tasks, the seals of the other eight戒 were marked one by one, signifying their consent to the mission’s release.

He had watched both performances, and last night, he had been so angry he couldn't sleep a wink. Usually, if the Empress Dowager was unwell, he would attend to her morning and evening, but today he hadn't gone at all. Mother was essentially slapping him in the face, and it was only thanks to the Empress Dowager that the situation had been smoothed over.