Chapter 155

"But..."

"If it benefits cultivation, why did the Master forbid romantic relationships between men and women?"

Ye Henshui blinked her pink eyes, looking at Gu Manzhi with doubt.

"I said it because Chen Mo is different from other men..."

As if to prove her words, Gu Manzhi activated her Cultivation Technique; her acupoints hummed like bronze bells, and a phantom image of an ancient bronze scripture surfaced at her spiritual platform, emerald light surging along her meridians, making her icy skin and jade bones glow faintly.

"No! Father, I do not resent you—I understand your intentions, and I am grateful for your protection." Xuan Yuan Wei reached out and gently wiped the tear from his father's cheek, as tenderly as he once wiped tears from his mother's face in childhood.

The sudden silence made both of them deeply uncomfortable, yet neither could find another topic to probe the other, so they sat there with hidden agendas.

The incense in the golden brazier was slowly burning out; the flame had turned more than half the incense stick to ash, and it was about to go out.

Since they'd come by taxi and there were no taxis left, Ye Ying pulled out the motorcycle that Shi Dao had specially used to chase girls.

I picked up the chain and compared it with the one Ye Yao brought back—it was identical. Now I finally understood Zhao Ke's true purpose behind making me sign that contract.

Mao San's heart skipped a beat—this was too sudden? I've only been here a few days, just started enjoying good times, and now they tell me this? Are they trying to get me killed?

"I am deeply grateful to survive under the protection of the Crown Prince." Zhongli Shuo smiled faintly as he saw Jin Se's gesture, took the cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

The Huang Dao True Person of the Huang Dao Sect was not at the Nascent Soul realm, nor had he died—everything was an illusion.

Duan Jinrong was confident he controlled the imperial bedchamber, even the secret escape tunnel was in his palm; Duan Mu Heng could not pull off any tricks, and he genuinely feared the man might now invoke imperial dignity, refusing to yield even at the cost of his life.

The court's situation shifted again; countless handkerchiefs were torn apart in the bedchamber, and their owners nearly injured their own fingernails.

The Liu old lady's face turned bright red; she knew Mo old lady had slapped her face—if her husband found out, he'd scold her again. He'd served the Mo family his whole life, never once defied Mo Zhen Ting, and held this sister-in-law in the highest respect.

Her mother-in-law came from a good family, had good upbringing, and thus always had a gentle temper; now calling her by full name meant she was furious. The gentler the person, the more terrifying their anger—she was still a little afraid.

Luo Canyang intended to crush Chu Yun's Wind Realm cultivation with the sheer depth of his Eighth-Rank Thunder Realm spiritual power.

Luo Yihuan gazed at the long-empty Guan Ju Palace, and suddenly remembered the day Zhongsun Yanhe had arranged to meet Gongyu Langhuan, when she had slipped away and met Nan Jue.

Without a word, she walked over and gripped his right hand, forcefully pulling him toward the door; Shen Liangzhou furrowed his swordlike brows, clutching the red tassel spear tightly in his other hand, clearly unwilling to leave.

Otherwise, with my looks, wealth, and youthful vigor, I'm a top-tier elite wolf-dog constantly hovering before her—how could she not crave my body, yet be drawn to some inferior local mutt?

"Huh? Yun Xuan, Yicheng, weren't you two planning to play games tonight? Why are you at school?" Nangong Zijian acted as if he knew nothing.

Zhongsun Yanhe nodded, half-understanding, glancing occasionally at Luo Yihuan beside him; he felt her eyes and words held depths he could not fathom.

Shao Yang sat at the table and ate a spoonful of lean pork congee. What he truly wanted to eat was the congee made by Lin Luo.