Chapter 904: Return to Source

Tai Xu City, a private room in a teahouse.

Elder Zheng sipped tea while explaining to Mo Hua the framework of Yuan Ci and Lei Ci.

"Yuan Ci and Lei Ci are different."

"The term 'Yuan Ci' centers on the word 'Ci.' Throughout heaven and earth, Yuan Ci fields permeate all space, and between Yuan Ci, innate resonance exists."

"Cultivators use this resonance to transmit messages. The foundation of Yuan Ci arrays is also built upon Yuan Ci power, its core consisting of two types of Yuan Ci array patterns, namely,"

"Hello, my name is Huang Shilai. What's your name?" The man with glasses asked Li Daniu.

"Of course it's a weapon!" Before Wei Haoliang could answer, a bearded giant beside him immediately spoke up.

I twisted my head to check on Vivian's condition, but helplessly, I was controlled by Rilade and couldn't move at all.

He waved his hand casually, and two golden cups appeared. He handed them into the carriage, then sneered coldly at Li Ning twice.

But no matter how reluctant he was, no matter how humiliating it was, he had resolved to resign from this official post. As for the Han family, it would now rely on his sons—and the ones he worried about most were precisely his sons.

Besides the bottle, she saw nothing else; her mind was empty, utterly vacant, making her feel slightly dizzy. She no longer knew whether she was thinking at all, or whether she ought to think of anything.

I stared blankly at Rilade, saying nothing. This man perhaps loved no one—not Haithelin, and certainly not me—but from start to finish, he pretended to love me as if he loved me to the marrow of his bones.

At that moment, the wooden door opened; the sound of wooden geta striking the floor abruptly ceased. I turned my head and saw Shankou Ryoko, dressed in red, walking toward me.

An Qiang had already been dealt with by Jiang Ming, thrown to the ground, and Jiang Ming seized another person: Jiang Ming would spare not a single one.

Wen Rou really wanted to say that Ye Xiuzhu had kept her paintings and praised her for painting beautifully. But she thought better of it—her intuition told her this must not be said, or disaster would follow.

Night fell; the streets emptied as people returned home early, and daytime shops shut their doors. A dark shadow darted through the night, heading straight for the shop where Lan Ye had been during the day.

Sun Qi's eyes glowed with fervor. Regardless of whether this batch of pills succeeded, her skill already surpassed many geniuses within the Guild.

Li Meijia's grip tightened on her coffee cup, her hand trembling slightly; some coffee spilled, even splashing onto her clothes. Li Meijia's expression remained blank—no tears, no outburst, not even a trace of sorrow as He Xiaozuo had expected. Was this what it meant to be numb from pain?

"Truly beautiful—it looks as if the entire harem consists of celestial maidens descended from heaven. From now on, we shall style ourselves accordingly," the Empress replied to the Empress Dowager.

The mother Ye Zhixu referred to was, of course, Lady Ye. Those who had previously thought Su Jin was out of line now no longer held even that thought.

If she could remain this happy indefinitely, provided she expended a little effort, she was willing.

The thunderous roar grew louder, denser, sending chills through the heart, filling all with dread. It seemed that at any moment, the Great Array of Tian Shengjing would collapse, leaving everyone exposed to the attacks of spiritual birds and beasts, powerless to escape.

"Ke'er, drink mine," Lin Zicheng glanced at Ye Ke'er and smiled, pushing his own cup of mocha—doubled in milk and sugar—toward her.

The man nodded firmly—he had only one chance to win, and that was against the Peerless Young Master.

The porridge had a wonderful texture—soft, just the right thickness, utterly greaseless, its fragrance swirling and lingering on the tongue. Shen Wanyu couldn't help but develop a hearty appetite and ended up eating two bowls.