Chapter 1868: Anomalous Plant Folk

Time passed slowly.

Unaware, spring departed and autumn arrived; grass and trees turned emerald green then withered yellow, spring returned with warmth, snow melted, and tender green blades revived from the earth.

Another year had passed.

"Finally,"

"I've accumulated enough spiritual energy to transition from mundane plant to spiritual plant."

Jiang Ding murmured.

As an immortal from the endless universe and starry sky, he had endured countless ages; a hundred years were but a blink, leaving no mark on his heart.

"You're done without me—why drag me into this?" Mo Yang grumbled, but Wang Li and Du Yixuan laughed and rose to pack for him.

Tang Shi's heart pounded wildly; she had eagerly come for Yan's date, never expecting to encounter a figure famed across the land—General Xia Hou.

Tang Yiming had calculated every detail, yet never anticipated Tang Shi would also come to the Tang mansion. Recalling General Xia Hou's cold gaze, he shuddered—he fully believed that, had he not been Tang Shi's father, the young general wouldn't have spared him a single glance.

Zi Su startled, afraid to let him see her swollen, walnut-like eyes, and lowered her head, cowering motionless inside the carriage.

"Human, to grant our race the power to shatter the seal, offer your blood—open the legendary gate!" the black-robed man hissed at Wang Cong.

Qingxin returned to find her father gone; she searched everywhere but found no trace, so she asked the elder patriarch, who sent others to look—but no sign of Guan Er was found anywhere nearby.

Lin Xier sat atop Liehuo's back, staring dumbfounded as Ye Feng was carried skyward by the Meteor Flame Steed.

Luo sighed, stepping aside. For Luo Xi, he offered only support; all he could do was rush to her side the instant she was in danger. No matter what, he would bear it with her.

"The merger concerns great stakes and requires careful deliberation. Moreover, our greatest enemy right now is the Sea God Alliance. Let us repel this immediate threat before discussing this matter," said the Elder of Sacred Island, casting a meaningful glance at Elder Xi Men.

Above his head, Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu materialized—though not as vast as before, only several meters long—its branches piercing into Ning Gao Jie's brow, a green light enveloping her head.

"Don't worry—all bullets are infused with dog's blood; if that monster's inside, it won't escape," the detective said.

The city gate troops were led by a veteran of General Heishi Town, who turned a blind eye to his former superiors' actions, though the Emperor had ordered a thorough investigation before any punishment.

If Xun'er were an ordinary person, Wang Hao wouldn't have cared—teaching one was the same as teaching two, and if both truly loved each other, he naturally had the heart to facilitate their union.

The next moment, the crystal coffin dimmed, the sucking force vanished, and it moaned back into the Ancestral Dragon's hands.

The atmosphere inside remained unsettled; though many still wished to bid, the mood held them silent, no one daring to speak first.

Sure enough, before Nan's words ended, the lights above slowly dimmed, plunging the hall into sudden darkness.

Shouting and battle cries echoed from the staircase outside; Luo knew the Tasting Pavilion's private soldiers had moved out, but no one entered—and he guessed Adam must have allies.

The Diamond Warship plunged straight into the wormhole; Li Chen Sha saw bizarre, twisting lights and warped spacetime, countless rays converging into a relatively stable, deep passage.

Three preliminary conditions were set, none mentioning Mo Wu'an's actions—naturally raising suspicion.

"I'm fine, truly fine," the old grandmother forced a smile, still reaching out to take it.

His face showed no trace of hesitation; he mounted his horse with perfect ease, yet inside, doubt still churned.

Li Yuanli took a deep breath and slowly walked toward the man at the end of the stone steps, accompanied by Xia Ye.

Looking inside, he felt deeply vexed—he wasn't some man returning from sneaking around, so why act like one? Wasn't this just crying out, "I did it!"?

Tuoba Shan glanced at Xia Ye's dripping pants and shook his head at Qing Long: "If you heard nothing, get out fast—dirtying the Sixth Prince's tent and you'll lose your head!" Qing Long growled.

I could no longer contain my joy—I wanted to hold her again and kiss her, but a sliver of reason held me back.

Lan Yuyu turned back, his face slightly troubled; upon seeing Lin Hao, he smiled instantly—but Lin Hao still caught a flicker of weariness in his dark eyes.

But all this could no longer be changed; Yang Jiong left, dusty and defeated, and soon his presence faded from Chang'an; the officials resumed their next scheme, for the Emperor was heading to Luoyang.

Lan Tian hesitated—should he believe or not? Why did he speak so sincerely? Was his elder brother deceiving him?

Li Xiufen's gaze toward Qiu Mi grew even more tender; she comforted her, then noticed Rong Xun's pale face and weak voice, and couldn't help but worry.

Meng Que caught her as she stumbled; he saw her face was deathly white, devoid of any color.

The impacts grew fiercer; even from afar, they shook the soul and sent chills through the body.

"Lord Ye, this message was delivered at great risk by my lord—he hopes this matter can turn hostility into harmony, and begs Lord Ye to spare his merchant routes," Tu Chang'an said.

Li Xiufen, deeply moved, immediately returned to her room, fetched a bag of silver, and pressed it into Qiu Mi's hands: "Spend it freely—buy the best herbs for Rong Xun; if it's not enough, there's more."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, pulled a message jade slip from empty air, opened it, and frowned slightly.

Could it be that the Lord truly intends to burn his boats and fight the imperial court to the death? The deputy general grew increasingly anxious.

Jiang Yuejian looked up and saw Meng Que leaning against the doorframe, as if he'd been there a long time.

Since Simiao came from Diannan, with all her kin thousands of miles away, there was no tradition of a wedding procession—so she decided to join Qing Yang and fetch her bride from the courtyard.