Volume 1, Chapter 48: Emily's Embrace

Even the Sect Master, True Man Ziyin, sent a transmission talisman, stating that if Xuanyang did not return to attend the assembly immediately, he would come and drag him back himself.

After all, these censors make critique their profession, and even if their words are excessively sharp, it is difficult to convict them.

Not only Yu Chan, but several other first-rank masters who were on good terms with Feng Jingyao shared this sentiment. These experts, well into their forties and fifties and long entrenched in the first-rank realm, had long grown weary of the peaceful life within the imperial palace. Watching Fairy Yun temper herself on the battlefield and achieve breakthroughs under pressure, a glimmer of hope sparked within their hearts.

He hurriedly turned his gaze to look, and sure enough, the once aggressive and blustering brawny man no longer possessed his previous arrogance, appearing instead thoroughly terrified by the aura emanating from Li Siping.

Yet that profound weariness with the mortal world made him wish to remain locked inside his room, unwilling to face the real yet cruel world outside once more.

He thought of the Ice Kaguya-hime from the freshman orientation speech that day, as well as Shijo Maki from his class, and then glanced at Yukinoshita Yukino, alongside Amakusa Shino, who excelled academically in the second year.

First, the snowy roads were slippery; second, it was easy to stumble right into a zombie nest; and third, poor visibility made it difficult to discern directions.

Tianyun Town was merely a small market town, and the vast majority of its residents, incapable of cultivation, had not even reached the Profound-Passing Realm.

As long as the original intent and intended use of the earnings were properly documented, no one would be able to find fault even if they audited it later on.

From the very beginning, no one dared to trifle with these individuals easily, for everyone knew they were the absolute elite among the younger generation of the Fenghua Academy.

In the afternoon, messengers from the palace arrived with a notice. Mu Sheng leisurely proceeded to the palace for court as usual, and upon entering the grand hall of the Xuanzheng Courtyard, he naturally found a seat and settled down.

Suddenly, the scene before their eyes shifted dramatically, revealing a hidden realm within—a blessed paradise filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Figures wreathed in immortal mist could be seen soaring through the skies, plunging into the earth, or shifting their forms, all hurrying toward a single destination.

However, despite their anxious shouts, Lin Zheng seemed entirely oblivious. Just as Ding Gen’s feathered fan was about to strike him, he suddenly thrust out his left hand, miraculously catching the tip of the fan in a firm grip.

This revelation left Lin Xuan feeling utterly bewildered. One must understand that beings surpassing all phenomena belonged to the realm of Dao Lords, and a Dao Lord's strength is formidable beyond compare.

This was not the first time the master had spoken to him about this; knowing how deeply the master cared for the estate, he naturally dared not take the matter lightly.

Yu Suying also rose, raising her gaze to see that the man changing his shoes in the foyer was indeed her son, whereupon she turned and walked straight back to her room.

Pulling his thoughts back, Mu Sheng waved his sleeve and summoned a gateway of light. Stepping through it, he materialized at the foot of the Giant Sword Mountain. Inhaling deeply of the air here, a surge of boundless emotion welled up within him. He tilted his head back, let out a mighty roar toward the sky, and then burst into unrestrained laughter.

Anyone who had spent time in the imperial court knew that a scholar's ranking in the imperial examinations was of little consequence; what truly mattered were practical administrative skills and the ability to navigate the complex currents of the court.

Chen Yang blocked a few blows with his arms, finding them far less overwhelming than he had imagined, and he managed to maintain a firm stance.

Beneath the warm and enthusiastic gaze of the middle-aged uncle, Zhang Yuan fled the spacecraft as if escaping, boarded the space elevator, and descended all the way to land on the planet of Clear Water.

An Ruoran was taken aback by Leng Dianchen's sudden remark, wondering what could have prompted him to speak thus. Could something of consequence have truly occurred?

A muffled thud echoed as a shattering pain radiated across her back, a sweet taste rose in her throat, and a surge of crimson blood instantly welled up, spilling from her lips.

"Yes, yes, wasn't I just afraid of ruining the bond between Brother Yang and my sister-in-law? But since Brother Yang is so righteous, I have nothing more to say. Just one word: whatever orders Brother Yang has in the future, I, Zhang Jun, will not hesitate and will charge forward instantly!" Having reasoned it through and realizing he would not be shortchanged, Zhang Jun immediately gave his pledge.

However, these Azure Warriors had only excelled in simulated combat and had never set foot on a real battlefield. Therefore, for this Wild Dragon Chaos, Zhang Yuan brought both squads of Azure Warriors out with him.

Seeing that Mu Tie offered no reply, Lin Canglan simply assumed the youth was feeling shy. He watched with an amused smile, offering no further provocation and merely waiting patiently.

"The moment Zhang Yuan returns, report it to me immediately," Ye Liuyan said finally, her eyes burning with fierce determination.

Zhang Wuji, Lan Zhantian, along with the two old women and the elderly man—they could arguably be considered the highest in cultivation present. Yet now, crushed by the overwhelming pressure emanating from the endless abyss, they were forced prostrate onto the ground, their faces pale and etched with terror.

Zi Lingtian discovered that the cultivation levels of these individuals were generally low: the highest realm among them was only at the mid-stage, third tier of the Heavenly Origin Realm, while the lowest was at the "Blood-Changing Realm," one of the nine realms of Transcendence.

Lian Xin offered a graceful curtsy and passed by the Prince Rui's Consort with an air of poised elegance. As she swept past Gong Xueliu, her gaze shifted slightly—perhaps sparing Gong Xueliu a glance, or perhaps not—and she departed without turning her head.

He gazed at the faint blush on Lian Xin's earlobe, his heart fluttering, and he could not help but take a few steps closer, fixing his burning gaze upon her.

"I'll give it a try—" Flashing Yang Yue's face in my mind and recalling everything we had been through, my heart softened. I simply could not remain indifferent and ultimately agreed. At that moment, I saw Daoist Qingyue and the other two visibly heave sighs of relief.