Chapter 38: Confinement in the Cold Palace

Delicious!

On the eve of the Lunar New Year, the scent of fine food wafted throughout the Prince of Jin’s residence.

Chicken, duck, goose, and fish—the various ingredients released distinct aromas after being cooked, each one beckoning to Xia Qiqi’s taste buds.

This was the first New Year Xia Qiqi would spend since arriving in this world. She wondered what customs the people in the Prince of Jin’s residence followed for the holiday. Would they hold a grand banquet, just like those seen in palace dramas?

Xia Qiqi leaned against a chaise longue, her hand...

Yu Hu suddenly felt that he was far too clumsy with his words; no matter what he said, he always managed to annoy others.

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, but just as Yun He sighed in despondency, Tang Zixi sensed his arrival.

Although the demonized people had not been fully cured, their further proliferation had been largely contained.

The ultimate outcome was that the strong would annihilate the weak. Chang Guangliang had considered himself the stronger party, but that was a miscalculation of Bai Jianli’s abilities. The two sides were like fire and water; only by destroying one could the other survive. At this point, no words were of any use, and Lu Yuhuan ordered the underworld messengers to escort Chang Guangliang back to the netherworld.

"There should be three of them; I heard a slight sound of conversation just now," he muttered to himself. "The eight of us can easily win against one. If anyone is outmatched and dies this time, they can only be reduced to food. If anyone dares to be cowardly, they can also expect to end up as food." He spoke without a ripple of emotion, like an avatar of death.

He no longer referred to himself as "this sovereign," but spoke to Yun He with the intimate tone of a friend, as if the strange distance between them had vanished in an instant.

Yan Yun caught the crystal as it was tossed into the air. With a sharp click, the crisp sound of the crystal colliding drew the involuntary gaze of those nearby.

"Senior Brother, if Fei'er is still alive, I must go find her. I owe her too much; I cannot let her remain alone any longer!" He Lang’s voice was filled with earnestness; he wished he could sprout wings and fly back to the cultivation world.

With the gateway to the world closed, the three girls could only wait for Di Chongxiao to release them. Meng Fuzhen, now at ease, emerged from the flames and stepped to the side.

"Do you think there’s something underneath it?" Qi Changsheng looked at the deep pit dug by the zombies with a touch of greed. No one disliked finding good things, and who knew what might be buried below?

In the depths of his mind, the two soul-vessels, Xin Ruoling and Yuan Ke, felt the unnatural state of Feng Lin’s body and hurriedly asked what was wrong.

Tang Zeng had sent him there to test the waters; if it were truly a nightmare, he was to tell the Ten Kings of Hell to recall it immediately.

"Your Highness, rest assured. This humble Daoist will capture them at once," the Great Treasure King said. He reached out to support the air with his hand, producing his dharma treasure, the Golden Wheel.

Even when Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in Heaven over five hundred years ago, he had only caused trouble at the Southern Heaven Gate and the Flat Peach Banquet; he had never once breached the Hall of Lingxiao, the central hub of the heavens.

I sighed, thinking to myself that there was no need to be at odds with him, so I simply answered the call.

It had been a long time, but the former Eighteenth Prince appeared even more somber than before, exuding a deeply unsettling, gloomy aura from head to toe.

If Wavell hadn't been of the same mind, his generals would not have clamored so fanatically to crush the superior combined forces of the three African Allied nations.

"Brother, are we going to die?" Shan Yingying, who had been imprisoned for days without a drop of water, said in a hoarse voice.

The Giant Spirit God and Lei Zhenzi were top-tier existences in the Profound Immortal realm. Having both survived the Profound Immortal Tribulation, they recognized it at a glance.

Within the forbidden grounds of Tianhua Island, movement came from the "Taishang Mountain," which had been silent for a long time.

Of course, there were no dumplings in this era—or rather, they had not yet become widespread. After all, legend had it that dumplings were invented by Zhang Zhongji.

Upon hearing this, not only did Zhang Huan, who was lying on the recliner, slowly open his eyes, but even Chu Jiang had his attention captured by the old steward’s words.