Volume 1, Chapter 29: Damp Corners of the Eyes

Qin Tan had originally assumed that "teaching him a lesson" meant throwing a sack over Jiang Wenhua, dragging him to some obscure corner, and giving him a sound beating to make him suffer.

Lei Li broke into a cold sweat at the sudden appearance of these six Star Palaces. Dealing with even one was difficult enough; with six appearing all at once, his confidence vanished in an instant.

Once inside the carriage, Feng Ye gripped Zhao Xi’s hand tightly, yet his first question was about the war in the Yan Kingdom. Zhao Xi swapped places with Luo Yuqiang to sit beside Feng Ye. With his legs weak, Feng Ye leaned against her, and as she brushed the stray locks of hair from his ears, she handed the letter received that day to Jun Buxian while explaining the situation to Feng Ye.

With a sudden roll, Shang Jue pinned her firmly beneath him. His hand, hidden under the silk quilt, roamed across her waist and back. With a subtle twist, he found the opening of her sash, slipped his hand inside, and began to knead his way upward.

Suddenly, Lei Li forged a purple-gold war spirit teleportation disk. He cast one last lingering look at Canglong Mountain, then plunged headlong into the black disk.

"Senior Brother, is the situation on the Water Origin Star truly that dire?" I asked, watching Su Nuo’s despondent expression.

"Heh heh, Boss, do you think the Tarot Poker will join in the fun this time?" another figure, hidden beneath a black cloak, asked in a sinister, gravelly voice.

Zhao Xi’s palm was pressed firmly against Shang Jue’s chest, feeling the powerful, rhythmic beating of his heart beneath her skin.

A flash of realization struck Feng Qin; he had forgotten that Yan Zheng was still being held captive. While the affair of the Spring Banquet had largely faded from the public eye, Yan Zheng’s guilt had yet to be determined. Feng Qin opened his mouth, intending to suggest releasing him so he could perform a few rites.

Fang Yun was completely dazed; how could this prince before her have reached such a level of cultivation in just a single night?

Looking at the back of Feng Nianzhi’s hand, four beads of blood, each the size of a bean, had already welled up on her delicate, porcelain-white skin.

In the courtyard, Song Yihe and Song Sanhai were preparing dinner and medicine for Song Dajiang, both of them clearly distracted and lost in thought.

Therefore, for someone like Li Lingyi—who possessed such formidable physical prowess and ninjutsu, and who could even be considered a master of medical ninjutsu—to emerge so suddenly without a whisper of rumor was far too abrupt. It was as if he had simply crawled out of the earth.

With golden hair, exaggeratedly large eyes, a straight bridge of a nose, and eyes of azure blue, he possessed a certain charm despite his average height; even in a crowd, he would inevitably draw everyone’s gaze.

[Star-Moon]: The instruction from above is to handle this matter simply and concisely. Do not involve yourself in it. Once the ship returns, if the media appears, stay out of sight. The entire incident is to be treated as a matter concerning the Glorious Ship Leasing Company, and that is where it ends.

Though the same age as Song Erhu and Song Sanhai, his tone of voice was remarkably like that of an adult. Thinking of this, Song Jingyun looked at her own Song Yihe; like Lin Zhihe, the boy was precocious, though in quite a different way.

He was also a mason, having learned the trade from Song Dajiang himself. Feeling grateful toward his mentor, Uncle Ning had rushed to find someone to deliver the silver back to them.

"Heh, but Sect Master Lin and I have never met, and as far as I know, we have no grudges between us. Why would you seek to retaliate against me? Furthermore, to my knowledge, none of the six previous sects had a Core Formation practitioner, or the Wanqian Sect would have been wiped out long ago. Could it be that you have only just reached the Core Formation stage?" Guibao asked, puzzled.