Chapter 169: Yu Youhan: Ji Hongxiu, How DARE You Touch My Man?

The imperial palace was vast; walking from the Xuanqing Pool to Hanxiao Palace took about two full minutes on foot.

The Empress ran barefoot all the way, startling many palace servants, who stared in horror at the scene.

But she paid no heed, reaching Hanxiao Palace in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, panting heavily, her chest heaving, water droplets rolling down her hair and splashing onto the floor tiles.

Given Yu Youhan's nature, if she sent someone over, they would surely be driven out.

The wisest decision was to withdraw swiftly from the chaotic battlefield while the fleet's formation remained intact and losses were still light.

Around Yanran and the others, ten yinming monsters appeared, seemingly forming a formation that trapped them within.

Nan Lisheng widened her eyes, feeling deeply uncomfortable—this sensation was like being held in someone's arms; she could clearly feel the faint breath against the back of her ear.

By then, who would dare provoke me? I'll form my own group of cultivators, making all other cultivators pay resources and spirit stones just to enter the Boundless Region.

In truth, it's no wonder they think so; since the human cultivator continent was shattered three ten thousand years ago, reduced to less than one percent of its former strength, humanity has remained weak, bowing in submission to the sea clan demonic cultivators for the past three ten thousand years.

It's only because the thousand-year lingzhi is so rare that only the top few masters of Tiandan Sect can refine it.

Yun Caier didn't want her knees chilled by these things; the best solution was to crouch and inch forward slowly.

The sky remained perpetually gray, without sun or moon, unable to distinguish day from night, let alone know how much time had passed.

Watching Ye Ziqing's lips moving incessantly, Nan Lisheng felt a headache coming on.

Ding Yumeng brushed the dust off her hands, weighed the fragment of silver in her palm, and beamed. Fengxi Mountain? What kind of place was that? Getting back to repay Shi Ying was the priority! She immediately activated her Light Body Technique and sprinted toward Penglai Inn.

He Yichen sat at his desk, staring at the phone on it, silent for a long time. For days, he'd heard nothing from her; his heart had hung suspended in midair.

Ci Xin's simple words calmed Wu Hua. But the look he gave Old You was icy cold.

Ye Yu's eyes hardened; he hadn't expected his elder sister to defend these bastards so fiercely. Only when his older brother returns can this be resolved.

Between the two, as if by unspoken agreement, they did not unleash any legendary divine arts, but fought like mortal masters, closing in with swift leaps and dodges—yet every strike and movement carried the power to overturn seas and shake mountains.

With a "Boom—," the Xishui Sword smashed a large hole into the highest rock wall, and she placed the stone inside.

The Yue family secretly suppressed news of the deaths at Yunqi Fan Yang Hotel and launched a sweeping purge in Yue City, uprooting the "Dongting Gang" criminal organization entirely.

The other three patrons in the tavern, seeing Liao Qingyuan's murderous gaze directed at them, immediately knelt and begged for mercy.

He would obey her in every matter—except this one. He was utterly stubborn; even her threat of death could not sway him.

Yun Fan's qi flowed like thread, guiding the D-grade alloy blade through an arc in midair, instantly striking ten zhang away.

It was precisely his ten claw-like nails, clashing with Wu Chen's Jiangying Sword, that produced such a ringing sound.

"As long as you don't die, Jian Ge will handle anything that happens. Watch yourselves when you fight," the gang leader said, then went off to smoke.

Serving the empire, anyone who has made an effort can create favorable conditions for their descendants.