Volume One, Chapter 23: I Nearly Wet My Pants

It was evident that this inner chamber had been furnished in haste; one could surmise that although the princess was young, Yu Taiqi dared not let her sleep in his own bedchamber.

With the Golden God of War Halberd and six wings, the Aoyin stone statue guarding the door was no match at all, instantly dispatched by the halberd; its devouring ability proved useless against the weapon.

He had entered through the main gate, so how could he avoid being seen? Yet, this fellow had his ways; even if spotted, there was little anyone could do about him.

"What kind of talk is that, child? What sort of family are we? When have there ever been disharmonies between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?" A familiar voice suddenly drifted in from outside the tent—it was Madam An.

"I do not need the Empress to teach me how to conduct myself. I have my own plans regarding my affairs!" Prince Jing replied coldly.

"No!" Long Shaoyan raised his head to shield the person before him; instantly, Long Jinyu’s fingers brushed against Long Shaoyan’s lips.

Helan Yao had not taken a hot bath in a long time, and she felt exceptionally relaxed in the warmth. Although this place lacked the water pool of the Prince’s mansion, with its Chiwen beast automatically regulating the hot water, she had no need to worry about the temperature; with her internal energy, maintaining the heat was effortless.

Lu Fan held his long spear, pointed it toward the vast sky, and let out a roar before charging into the enemy camp with his reins in hand. At that moment, the enemy unleashed another volley of arrows at him and the cavalry behind him. He swiped away the arrows aimed at his vital points, while the others clattered harmlessly against his black armor and the horses' armor.

Yan Dong said nothing more upon hearing this. He attempted to rise, but felt as though he could not move at all, as if something heavy were pinning him down.

As for Su Nian herself, she was forced to accept the situation due to a series of coincidental "facts."

For a time, only Li Yunqi and Xiao Changfeng remained in the living room. Xiao Changfeng had no intention of disturbing him; he simply sat opposite in silence, his gaze never leaving Li Yunqi’s face, as if trying to discern some clue from the other man’s expression.

Yet, the youth was earnest, though the night was long. What exactly was the relationship between his master, whose given name was "Yaoye," and Shao Yin, who looked exactly like him?

***

From above, the three of them looked down to see a dozen or so rats scurrying back and forth over Lan Zirou’s quilt, looking quite cheerful.

Dong Haichuan took out a white pearl and injected a trace of Dan-yuan mana into it. It immediately bloomed with a white light, and the two entered the cave.

Not far away, Li Yushan’s figure was already visible. Lin Ruoxi was dueling Jiang Nanxingye; seeing me arrive, Jiang Nanxingye realized the disparity in strength and fled rapidly.

"Damn it, someone actually came through the shortcut! I should have set some traps there!" Li Yunqi muttered as he edged toward the Nine-Thunder Beast.

Within the mysterious void, that pitch-black, strange space was emitting energy unique to itself. Yan Xia could no longer maintain the smile on his lips; the strange space within the void had begun to affect this world. Once the void expanded to the point where it could no longer heal, that would be the moment this world vanished entirely.

Facing Whitebeard, Pan Chen felt his blood boil and his fighting spirit soar, but his face remained impassive.

In her mind, she pictured the proud and triumphant smile on Jiang Mingming’s face as she left, as if telling her that she, Jiang Mingming, was the ultimate victor.

Outside the window, the dazzling neon lights rendered the thick night exceptionally striking, and the clamor of the night continued.

"That day was Qingming Festival, April 5th!" Su Qingge did not turn her head; she feared that if she could not control herself—if she saw his face—she would be unable to stop herself from ending him with a single blade.

"It is an item sent by Master Pu from the Ministry of Works, saying it was something His Majesty ordered them to craft." Yuxiu glanced at the slightly disheveled Lu Lingju and lowered her head in a panic.

"Wife of the Thunder God! No, they are not—I am! I am the one..." the jellyfish shrieked miserably. This time, her voice lacked its ethereal beauty, for her face was covered in blood. Just as 'Li Hai' had said, this was the blood of the Ice Heart Love, the blood of thousands of Thunder God’s wives.

Spear and lance collided. Xia Houdun felt a tightness in his chest as a massive force surged through the shaft of his spear into his body, striking his internal organs, and then passing down into his warhorse.

***

Hehe, Xiangli looked toward the desolate mountain behind and smiled faintly. No matter; her wish had been fulfilled, and she was ready to head to the Yellow Springs.

Unleashing his speed, Li Hai’s body flew directly toward the old thatched hut, his back hunched and his body low.

"General Xu, do not overthink it. This Prince merely admires your heroic spirit and wishes to make your acquaintance; there is no other intent." As he spoke, the Prime Minister Turtle and several strongmen brought forth a long spear that glimmered with a cold light.

In contrast, AC Milan was a strong contender for the Champions League title. The odds from British bookmakers also reflected the gap between the two teams; currently, the odds for AC Milan to win the title were only 3.7 to 1, while Manchester United’s odds were 11 to 1.

Maizi finished speaking in one breath and lowered his eyelids. He dared not check Ye Zifan’s reaction. If he saw even a trace of pain on the man’s face, he would abandon all his resolve and accept the arrangement, if only to ensure that look of heartache would no longer haunt those handsome features.

Of course, the most numerous among them were the colorless, transparent white diamonds. These transparent white diamonds reached the highest standard of purity, and each one was quite large, exceeding 35 carats.

In truth, there was no need for a reminder; most people had begun moving toward the stairwell the moment the wyvern appeared. They had stayed only to see how things would develop, but now, realizing the situation seemed to be spiraling out of control, they naturally hurried down from the second floor, hoping to find a moment of safety.

What stunned her most was the noodle dish she tasted: it was elastic, with a slightly crispy outer layer, and a burst of scallion fragrance made the entire oil-splashed noodle dish extraordinary. The noodles themselves had a pure texture, making the seasonings the key. At the very least, Shi Yu was extremely satisfied with the scallion oil-splashed noodles she was eating now.