Volume 1, Chapter 57: Please Give Your Consent

Bai Leshan had no patience for such nonsense. Since the old physician failed to cure him and was still putting on airs, Bai simply flicked his sleeve, turned around, and presented his back to him.

Remaining childless had always been a thorn in Qiong Yi’s heart. Now that Yu Daiyun had so blatantly exposed it, a surge of hot blood rushed to her head. Abandoning all reason, she immediately gave Yu Daiyun a strong shove. Yu Daiyun could easily have dodged it, but she knew that if she quarreled with the princess, Shen Mingxu would certainly not take her side.

"Come on, that's gilded with gold. Isn't it a bit too extravagant for a hot pot?" Genevieve wasn't being stingy, but rather skeptical about the thermal conductivity of that pot.

Unfortunately, achieving this realm has always been closely intertwined with the level of one's mind and spirit. After all, everyone enjoys conversing with those of a high realm, while those of a lower realm naturally find themselves eclipsed under the pressure of the higher beings.

Little Yue’s mind was simply no match for Lin Siwei. Bringing Yue over would only mean falling into chaos and losing ground before the battle even began.

Yet, as the nether Qi approached within a foot of Ye Xiao’s body, it dissipated like drifting smoke, proving entirely ineffective.

Zhang Ze nodded and followed behind him, unaware of what might happen next. But having come this far, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and press forward; since they had reached this point, there was no turning back.

Behind them, a man clad in brilliant red armor rode a red steed, looking high-spirited and dashing with his feathered fan and scholar’s silk scarf. At the moment, he was struggling somewhat to urge his battle horse onward.

Seeing that Lin Siwei had finally relented, Lin Chuyue, though unwilling in her heart, knew from Siwei's expression that if she did not lead the way herself, Siwei probably wouldn't go.

"Elder, all of us in the imperial family owe you a lifetime of beauty and peace!" Wei Dan murmured with a soft sigh, then lifted his gaze to the sky, looking at the boundless sea of clouds that seemed infinitely vast in his eyes.

After walking the red carpet, the staff of the Imperial City Television Station led Ning Yan to meet and mingle with some prominent figures from the Japanese voice acting industry.

He would help classmates with their studies, assist younger students with experiments, and whenever he saw beggars on the street—whom everyone else dismissed as frauds—Chen Xi would still take out the money he earned from his work-study program and donate it to them.

He was oppressed by this surging momentum as if struck heavily in the chest by a sledgehammer, making him feel intensely uncomfortable.

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Such explosive gossip had to be bottled up inside her, and during this time, Ning Wan felt as though she were being driven nearly mad.

If Lü Wang hadn't instructed him to assist the Cao family before leaving, why would he ever consent to being ordered about by these mere mortals of the Cao family?

Chu Fan looked at this wave of energy; although it was also of the Mysterious Grade, it clearly surpassed ordinary Mysterious Grade martial arts techniques.

Upon seeing this, Xie Yihuan was so frightened that he retreated several steps and grabbed Grand Eunuch Gao’s hand. When he looked closely at the painting again, it had returned to its original state. Seeing the emperor so terrified, Grand Eunuch Gao hurriedly began to comfort him.

Whether the criminals were committing a crime in order to take photos, or eavesdropping on the man's actions, the sole purpose was to manufacture some scandalous black material concerning Liu Xiaoxi.

After a thorough and stern lecture, Bao Zhi was half-petrified. Unsure whether beholding the sacred countenance was a cause for joy or sorrow, she had to gather her breath and muster twelve-tenths of her mental faculties to respond appropriately.

Before this golden egg had time to solidify the golden spiritual energy surrounding it, a loud "Bang!" echoed out.

Hearing the door click open, the young woman raised her head slightly, nodded toward Kato, and offered a polite greeting. Everything appeared completely normal—so normal that Kato felt it was profoundly abnormal.

Only, at that time he had not yet acquired the secret manual of the Nine-Fingered Qin Demon; otherwise, perhaps the current situation would have been entirely different.

Before the young man could force out the rest of his words, a sound like a bursting water bubble echoed abruptly within the crimson space. Mu Han had brought his palm down squarely upon the "Moon God's Brow Seal" between the young man's eyebrows, and a vast, overwhelming surge of mental and spiritual power poured in like a raging tidal wave.

"We'll listen entirely to the Master, no reckless moves. If the Master says call the police, we call the police; if the Master says dig a pit and bury them, we won't say another word!" a villager rolled up his sleeves and called out.

Not to mention how bizarre this place was—just a glance at that giant sword caused a stinging pain in the eyes. If one were to pit sword intent against it, what kind of backlash would one suffer?

Walking side by side with the Sword Saint, Xiao Yi was surprised to find a faint smile curving the corners of the Sword Saint's mouth, bringing human emotions and desires to an otherwise rigid and stony face.

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"Big sister, wait until I count to ten, okay? No peeking." Tong Tingting’s voice drifted softly and elusively into Tong Pingping’s ear.

"I’ll give you all one more chance. Hand over the Sun and Moon Essence, and I’ll let you go." Hattori Norihiro had no intention of sparing them; he was simply worried that fighting them now might destroy the Sun and Moon Essence, which he suspected was hidden away somewhere unknown by me.

All along, humankind had never seriously considered peaceful coexistence with the sea-folk, nor had the higher-ups of the Father God Church ever imagined spreading their faith to the oceans, believing as they did that the sea-folk would never accept the Father God's calling.

"Nothing more than this." Dong Huan felt the pent-up frustration in his chest dissipate significantly. With a flick of his wrist, he extinguished the golden light on his folding fan and snapped it shut in the palm of his hand, looking utterly dashing and carefree.

Sang Ruo also sensed the changes within his body, most notably the shifts in his spiritual power and consciousness.

The wizards who had stepped forward to help cried out in pleasant surprise and hastily moved forward to welcome them back.

Yet Qingwen was full of righteous indignation, showing not the slightest trace of a guilty conscience—Fourth Master Jian had been running a fever and shivering during the night; she was merely acting out of consideration for him and had not committed any shameless or base deeds, so why should she feel guilty?

Her words trailing off, she withdrew her gaze and looked down at the broken tumbler sitting on the center console.

Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian exchanged glances, thinking silently that this indeed seemed to be the case. If the matter were truly spread abroad, the Emperor would likely punish Prince Zhongshun once more. If they themselves were in Prince Zhongshun's shoes, they would only hush the matter up completely rather than broadcast it everywhere.

"Dezhu?" Xia Yi called out instinctively, only to see a chubby, blood-smeared face—stained entirely red with fresh blood—slowly open its eyes. Staring blankly and listlessly at the ceiling as if hearing Xia Yi's call, the head turned slightly toward the voice.

Moli had no idea how Yuan Ting had offended Meng Qi, but judging by the situation this morning, things probably did not look good.

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