Chapter 19: Vengeance for a Father’s Death

Ye Cheng had seen depictions of ancient empresses on television, but the noblewoman before him was far more dignified than any he had ever seen on screen. Dressed in a phoenix coronet and splendid ceremonial robes, her bearing was exceedingly graceful. It was hard to believe she was already in her forties—she appeared scarcely over thirty. Every gesture exuded the allure of a mature woman. Especially her enchanting eyes, bright as stars but devoid of any coquettishness; instead, they radiated the grace of one who has weathered the storms of life…

Zhang Fei and Taishi Ci exchanged glances. Their purpose tonight was twofold: to harass the Xiongnu and to find the enemy provisions and set them ablaze.

Kim Sun-ah had never realized it before, but now she saw that he was not only arrogant and domineering, but also a man devoid of tenderness and quite brutish. His grip was so forceful—did he intend to break her hand?

He finally understood now why, when he’d asked Lin Hao about his rank, Lin Hao had only shaken his head and denied it.

“Brother, since Lord Tao has so kindly offered, why not accept the office, even if only for now?” Guan Yu advised from behind.

According to Xiao Yifeng’s judgment, this person had suffered an extremely severe internal injury and was now in seclusion, healing.

“Let me help you upstairs for a rest. Are you tired?” Mu Haotian supported her as they climbed the stairs, greeting his father and mother behind them with a nod, saying nothing more.

In an instant, the strength and vital energy of all three surged entirely into the gray-robed elder, who absorbed it without the slightest resistance from them.

Yalin’s eyes flew open wide; the whites vanished as black pupils filled his eyes entirely, forming what seemed a vast black hole, swallowing all things.

Then, a crisp, clear voice rang through the ears of everyone present, making their bodies tremble as they turned to look toward the source.

“Is it not still before dawn? Such audacity—to disturb my rest!” Magistrate Mo shouted angrily at the intruders.

“Where are we now?” Beckett, lost in contemplation as he studied the analysis map, unconsciously curled his tail into a loop behind him.

Within, two shadows intertwined, gauzy robes slipping away, and in the hazy light the silhouette of Jia Wanfu appeared.

Old Master Lin’s birthday banquet was, in fact, quite fashionable—almost Western in style, with self-serve dining and the like. In contrast, the Gao family’s banquet felt completely different from the moment one entered.

Ye Qing did not believe it was truly a good thing; inside, he remained highly vigilant, though he allowed a trace of feigned joy to show on his face.

And so, the fitting room door opened and closed again and again. Lin Momo tried on outfit after outfit—each one receiving nothing but praise from Mo Xi: yes, that’s good, very pretty.

“Ghost Banner—Soul Reaper!” You Yuan flipped his palm, and a black ghostly banner appeared in his hand.

“Brother Ye, you’re here!” Upon seeing Ye Tao enter the pawnshop, Wu Feng was first taken aback, then his face broke into a delighted smile.

In Kings Canyon, the sudden cry of an eagle pierced the air; a hawk swooped down toward the grass, exposing Akko, who was hidden there.

When charging into the Soul Departure Realm, it was nearly impossible to fight others, so seeking a place of refuge was the wisest move.

Fang Lei had been wondering whether anyone from the Yao Guang sect would join the excitement—he hadn’t expected them to actually arrive.

Wang Ying was simply exasperated; he truly had nowhere else to go at this moment. He snorted and followed his son out.

This time, Qian Biao could hold back no longer. With a shout, he hurled the Soul-Slaying Sword to the ground; his body began twisting uncontrollably.

He had worried that the other party might withhold information, but to his surprise, she didn’t care at all. She even invited everyone to watch her demonstration.

“Brother! Just listen to what you’re saying!” Gu Tiyin looked at her brother with obvious dissatisfaction.

Amid the thick fog, Chen Xu frowned and pushed forward, head down. After more than ten minutes, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.