Chapter 42: Male Concubine

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month brings a round moon; the rice dumplings in the pot are round; a happy family is round; joyful days are round; sweet love is round, and the whole family is happy and reunited. Career is fulfilled, studies are crowned with success, sweet dreams come true, and all four seasons of the year are full of reunions.

"Tsk! Tsk!" Zifeng burped, smacked his wolf lips, and pushed the empty jar of wine that he had drained in one breath with his front paws, looking as if he was still not satisfied.

"Hey! Only he could pull off something like this." Deng Lanyue rested her chin on her hands and sighed as she looked into the platform. Nothing like this had ever happened before, no matter how thirsty things got.

Once Lu Zhi's side was properly settled, Liu Bian casually freeloaded a very sumptuous dinner before returning to the imperial palace. Liu Hong had not been entirely without favors this time; when Liu Bian requested to move out of the palace to live outside, Liu Hong actually agreed.

He was wearing dark pajamas, his hair falling in disarray across his forehead, with a striped towel draped over his shoulder.

"Cough, cough!" Luo Jin, whose thoughts were in complete disarray, suddenly felt a wave of discomfort in his body. He gave a couple of light coughs, and a trace of emerald-green blood immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Neither the lifeguard nor Yan Le dared to touch him. Even that ugly cat shook its head repeatedly at the sight, meowing incessantly.

Gao Qing woke up with a start. How could she possibly know that he had been dreaming? Moreover, judging by her tone, she seemed to know exactly what he had dreamt about. Gao Qing looked at her in confusion, and she was looking right back at Gao Qing!

The two engaged in a passionate kiss for ten minutes. Gao Qing leaned backward, completely clueless, and stared blankly at Lanlan. Lanlan's face was even more flushed than before, her head lowered in silence, her hands tugging at the hem of her clothes.

Davis loved this kind of atmosphere. He raised his head, closed his eyes, and opened his arms, as if embracing the silence he had created himself.

Time turned back to two days ago. Ever since Chen Lin died, unpredictable things had been happening in the barren mountains, coming wave after wave in an endless stream.

At the dry-fire place, Wu Zhuai held a bamboo tube and blew into it with his large mouth, sending thick plumes of smoke scattering in all directions. Wu Zhuai, the righteous deity of the Five Sacred Mountains, looked thoroughly disheveled and covered in soot.

Wang E's primordial spirit grabbed the monk by the neck with one hand while tightly gripping the hilt of his sword with the other. With a fierce outward pull, he simultaneously stripped away every last shred of the monk's vitality.

The next instant, two whistling gusts of breeze rose from beneath the old man's feet, instantly shooting forth like arrows released from a string, speeding directly toward Jiang Daosheng, who was suspended in mid-air.

"Tell me, what's going on with you?" Watching Vanti and the others recede into the distance, the fatty asked Gu Qinghuan.

Anyway, he had gotten his satisfaction. Even if he couldn't finish off the other party, he would make sure to disgust them to death. After bidding farewell to Ye Qingxue and Su Long, he returned to the hotel.

Ye Lingfeng condensed the six sword-path meridians within his body, unleashing an explosive strike at such close range. The triple power of the Six Meridians Divine Sword slammed down fiercely. This strike had already mobilized the vast majority of true qi within Ye Lingfeng's body, leaving the remaining true qi so meager that even executing the Lingbo Weibu steps would be extremely difficult. It could truly be called a desperate, life-or-risk maneuver.

Just as everyone was employing their various methods to battle the enemy, a large cyan locust suddenly leaped out from the piles of dead blood locusts scattered across the ground behind them. With sharp, hooked claws, it grabbed Wu Zhuai by the lapel and beat its wings to fly far away.

Fortunately, upon encountering that golden barrier from a moment ago, this miasma could no longer advance so much as an inch.

Equally infected by this sorrow, Zela slightly parted her lips as if wanting to say something, yet she knew all too well how hollow any comfort would be in the face of such a matter.

Du Lei turned and walked back into the kitchen. While helping Aunt Sun tidy up, she cast furtive glances toward Gu Chen's situation in the living room.

As for Youming, he was truly powerful. He had experienced it firsthand and witnessed with his own eyes how Youming slaughtered his way through the arena every single day, undefeated, surging from absolute obscurity straight to the top of the arena's Foundation Establishment ranking list.

The villagers all stood on tiptoe at their doorways, gazing at Ji Lingsheng and his companion. When sharp eyes finally recognized who was coming, someone raised their head and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Everyone come on out, it's Master Ji!" Instantly, a cheer erupted in the village. "And Young Master Ji!" The joyous sounds immediately dropped by ninety-nine percent.

Further south, a boorish man who was currently teaching his clumsy son the art of wood carving paused his movements, looked toward the north, tossed the half-carved wooden piece to his son, gave a soft instruction, and swiftly departed.

Seeing Yun Xi inquire, Ada spoke directly: "The power on the path of transcendence contains a very peculiar substance. Because of the existence of that substance, very few people are able to shatter space within it—so few that it is virtually nonexistent."

Even now, he felt that if he hadn't used his own power to block others' perception of this place, that fellow probably wouldn't have spoken up at all.

In the Yun Family Teahouse, Xia Feng only kept the second brother; he sent the other eight ancient lords back to the Primordial Beginning Mountain.

He could ignore it if he didn't know about the disaster that befell Li Family Village, but now that he knew, he had to go rescue them.

Feng Hao gently wiped away those teardrops with his thumb, then wrapped her in a thin blanket, picked her up, and carried her down from the helicopter to the ground.

Halfway through the meal, Chi Yuanhang picked up the newspaper his father had just finished reading and began to read it very seriously. Seeing that his son had actually started caring about current affairs and politics, his father couldn't help feeling a bit pleased.

"Anyone who dares draw a sword against us must die!" Yang Lei said in an icy voice, his gaze sweeping over the remaining few whose weapons were only half-drawn.