Volume One, Chapter 37: Who the Hell Do You Think You Are?

What began as idle gossip between two girls was suddenly interrupted by Ling Dongyan’s inquiry, causing even Jiang Junmei to pause with her soup ladle mid-air. Several pairs of eyes turned toward Ling Sisi, waiting for her response.

Ling Sisi felt a tremor in her heart under his piercing gaze. She suddenly recalled that day, when she had prepared to scar Nie Xingyan’s irritating face with a shard of glass, only for him to shove her wrist away. Tian Zheng was right; these noble families were not like the imperial clan, killing each other for the throne—their bonds were so tight they were practically inseparable.

"Yes, General. I shall escort the Matron back safely. If I fail, I offer my head as forfeit!" Gongsun Bian declared, his voice filled with iron-willed resolve.

Lu Tianming felt a splitting headache. He could only remember boarding the teleportation array, after which the spatial passage suddenly collapsed mid-transit, ejecting him. Everything that followed was a complete blur.

In all this time, aside from the initial news of Pei Changge’s death in battle, this was the first truly thorny issue she had encountered. And once it became difficult, it escalated to a terrifying degree. Since it involved two nations and was tied directly to Emperor Chengzhen, she truly found no way to protect Princess Liuzhu.

Thinking of how Nanny Shen had already passed away, and how the current Lady He seemed rather strange, Lady Wen felt a chill creep up from the soles of her feet. Yet, with the underground heating pipes burning, there was no chill to be found—only an oppressive warmth.

Tai Shici was about to withdraw his troops when news arrived from the Shadow Army accompanying the march: over a hundred people had been spotted ahead, tattered and ragged, their allegiance unknown.

Even as Hua Mu voiced this news, his heart was agitated and uneasy, especially since he had just spoken so freely with the Second Prince.

The owner knew the place was haunted and that there was an extra-dimensional space on the third floor, so why didn’t he just leave? What was he guarding this shop for?

Empress Dowager Xiaohe could not fathom what was going on in the mind of the seven-year-old Fifth Princess. After Lingxi tried to persuade her several times, she eventually let it be.

Yuan Shao was also tempted by the idea. Moving south into Yanzhou—Jizhou and Yanzhou were connected—meant that even if the army suffered losses, they could retreat into Jizhou. It was an offensive position that allowed for a tactical defense; this campaign was indeed viable.

Before long, Di Chongxiao utilized his immense speed to shake off the soldier-beasts, general-beasts, and king-beasts, leaving only the wolf emperors in hot pursuit.

The flames were scorching hot; as they surged toward Jianbizi, they caused the surrounding air to warp and distort.

A multi-meter-tall Winter Giant swung its fist suddenly, like a boxer defending the ring. With each punch, it struck an Armored Rhino, its knuckles landing with lethal precision on their skulls.

The moment his feet touched the tree, Maki threw four shuriken from his pouch, curving them around the fire dragon bullet to strike at Kai Jiang. Clearly, if Kai Jiang continued to control the fire dragon, he would be hit by the shuriken.

It’s reasonable to think that way, right? First, sending Lin Ke’er into the school to install a wiretap, then calling the Education Bureau to report them—this is more than just being a mole; it’s acting like an out-and-out enemy.

To confirm his suspicions, Lu Yaxi asked Zheng Junhao to test whether his meridians had been cleared.

A flicker of apprehension crossed the Fire Phoenix’s eyes. She had returned to the side of Lin Saasaa and the other, and the three of them watched Pang Shaohua as she began to weave another great seal.

Di Chongxiao reached out without hesitation. As bone met claw, a spark of spiritual light erupted. When it dissipated, Di Chongxiao’s sleeve was shredded, and a dragon-shaped tattoo appeared on his arm, coiling downward with the dragon’s head on his hand and its tail on his arm.

Upon reaching the surface, the surrounding seas were still frozen, but the ice layer was only three to five fathoms thick. In the distance, the iceberg trapping the Shattered Island Crab was already riddled with cracks, and chunks of ice were crashing down at every moment.

As previously mentioned, the Black Moon Branch sent spiritual crystals to the headquarters every month. Since the last shipment, they had accumulated over ten million in crystals. If not for Zheng Junhao’s share, they would have earned at least twenty million!