Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Promising Future

The stone gate of the forbidden grounds at Watercloud Hall.

After Master Mo Wen’s withered fingertips traced the final arcane rune, a muffled rumble echoed forth.

The massive stone gate slowly slid inward, revealing a deep, shadowy corridor.

A wave of ancient air, thick with the scent of dust and corroded metal, swept out, so pungent that one couldn’t help but want to cough.

The more Du Xinru listened, the more uneasy she felt, but in the end, all of it was dispersed by an unexpected wave of drowsiness.

They exchanged words—no need to speak too plainly, for both were clever enough to understand the gist.

Stepping out of the palace, Xia Yan looked up at the crisp autumn sky. Far in the distance, a flock of wild geese was flying southward.

After bidding farewell to his father, Ye Han found he had little to prepare. Instead, it was Bingzi who, before leaving, had thoughtfully packed him a water pouch and some snacks.

Qiu Qi pulled her along, reminding her there would be live-fire shooting drills later. That was enough for now; any more, and the others would be annoyed.

Gu Nian was pregnant with twins; though only six months along, her belly was already large, as if she were at eight months.

“Master Jie, didn’t that guy say he’d be at Four Seasons Hotel? That’s your family’s property—we could just go straight up with our people, right?” said one of Jiang Changjie’s male companions, nicknamed Curly, his indignation evident as he opened the car door, as if he himself had been wronged.

The EC uniforms weren’t outlandish—Qiu Qi didn’t really understand them, and she guessed half the audience was just as puzzled, like watching Peking opera: it looked good, but the meaning was lost.

But she merely glanced over; after all, the world was in chaos, all sorts of people roamed about, and perhaps this person, unafraid of the heat or prickly rash, was simply a fool.

Du Xinru turned to look at Fang Yi, who shook his head, signaling her not to get involved.

At this time, Li Chongjin, Qian Mao, and the others were still unaware that far away in Kaifeng, Crown Prince Guo Zongxun had already ascended the throne as emperor.

Ma Sicheng and his group arrived at the Sanmin Foundry and explained the White Pagoda Lake’s water problem to You Sanmin.

But as they were enjoying their meal, and Wang Qianqian’s group was equally content, suddenly two unexpected guests barged in.

That explanation made sense: to intentionally pour water, to splash it—just picturing the movement, it was clear that pouring water shouldn’t have sent the whole teapot flying.

“Auntie, miss, we don’t know you—why are you calling me auntie?” Niu Lanying couldn’t help but ask.

That man was in terrible shape, utterly disheveled. Were it not for the man in red’s intervention, he would have died here. It was only because Zhi Meng saw his peril that she asked the man in red to act in time and save him.

He had rarely activated his quantum entanglement genetic ability chain, and just now, as his mental energy delved deeper, it resonated with the quantum array core.

Bei Lieyang said, “First, now that the Wildlands City affair is settled, you must return with me to seek the approval of your parents and the high priest before returning to Wildlands City.” Beishan nodded in agreement; he was not yet of age, and such matters required his parents’ consent.

That year, nothing momentous happened in the realm. Two years prior, the court had just quelled the rebellion of Li Tongjie of Henghai, and the emperor, still young and full of vigor, was diligently governing, bringing peace to the land.

Li Jiuyou was aghast. The Demon Blade was already an incredibly powerful artifact—ordinary magical weapons were no match for it. Yet he hadn’t expected that the Celestial Master’s Sword and Seal in our hands would be even more formidable, even surpassing the Demon Blade. Immediately, he summoned a fiendish spirit to assist in killing me.

Yu Yao saw that the beating was nearly done, and with a single ruthless kick, sent the man flying more than a dozen meters.

After patiently explaining everything to Chu Hong, Zhan Yunqian finally put her doubts to rest, and Chu Hong set off up the mountain with peace of mind.

Xiao Yi couldn’t help but wash his face, and gazing into the mirror, he muttered, “I’m a lucky one... I’m a lucky one...” Taking a deep breath, as if summoning all his strength, he twisted open the pack, his expression contorted with anticipation.