Chapter 170: Madame

A full moon hung like a smooth jade plate in the night sky, its mercury-like radiance seeping through the clouds to dust the black curtain with silver threads.

Ji Hongxiu leaned lazily against the railing of the flying vessel's deck, raising her wine gourd to drink deeply.

Amber nectar trickled down her neck, soaking her collar and accentuating the firm curves of her chest.

"Ha—"

Ji Hongxiu sighed with satisfaction.

This wine gourd was in fact a magical artifact.

Others were no better off; many had instinctively grabbed the weapons on board.

Yin Qianyue felt her scalp prickling; she wanted to flee at once, but the footsteps grew closer.

Ruan Yu felt her luck was decent today— the courtyard gate, usually tightly shut, was now slightly ajar! Like a drowning person clutching a floating log, she pushed open the half-open gate without hesitation and rushed inside.

"If you truly borrow the wedding robe this way, how will Ah Yu face the world afterward?"

Song's Zihan, Zheng's Zichan, Jin's Shuxiang, Qi's Yan Ying, and Wei's Ju Boyu were all the foremost scholars of this era.

In the end, Daoist temples and Buddhist monasteries in the capital became packed with crowds. Originally, under Zhu Yuanzhang's lead, people in the early Hongwu era already deeply believed in Buddhism and the Dao; now, the crowds grew even more thronging.

A hunched figure, massive as a giant gorilla, crashed heavily into the mist with a thunderous crash. The wasteland had always held minimal life energy— finally, this S-rank wraith had been forced from its advantageous terrain.

Comrade Zhu Yuanzhang was truly born of the lowest peasant class; peasant consciousness deeply shaped him.

The Blood King was no pushover; with a sweep of his sleeves, boundless blood qi surged forth, intercepting every sword beam in the sky.

He Fengmian suddenly changed the subject, curiously eyeing Lin Wanyin's other hand—a yellow leather sack emitting a faint, sweet fragrance.

She firmly believed that only friends could ever hurt her heart, for enemies would never have the chance.

On the other side, the Su household's atmosphere differed from the Zhu household's. The gloom of recent days had vanished entirely—not only had business improved, but good news also arrived from Ziheng: Pingping had won consecutively, and the Emperor was greatly pleased.

That day he was shot, jumped into the sea, and escaped capture. Everyone thought he was dead, yet he survived.

What dripped from Gu Squad Leader looked like blood, but the smell was wrong and the color was darker.

"Yong'an is wholly loyal to the Chief Eunuch; what she says is what she thinks, and she hides nothing from him—naturally, she's bolder than others." Ye An'an's eyes smiled, filled with innocent naivety.

In the following days, Nanbei and Shen Yu got along fairly well, since Nanbei came and went early and late, spending little time at home.

But today's feng shui at home was terrible. In the past, such tricks were old hat in Pengcheng—yet today, Pengcheng itself was the target.

He sensed a faint unease, for the aura of that sword stirred in him a sense of dislike and discomfort.

Gao Yiwei didn't want to record video; he figured the police must have already checked the footage and found nothing, or they would have acted.

Among the guiding-stage beastfolk youths preparing for the Xuanwu Secret Realm trial, those below the Qi Condensation realm who could not yet manifest human form had been granted transformation pills in advance, taking on human bodies with beast heads and having their throat bones removed.

But Lu Sheng was utterly calm—his two blue monsters were fire-type, inherently superior against spiders, which feared fire.

Jiang Yunwei, following Feng Qiansu's guidance, placed her hands on the trial stone—but it did not glow with the purple light of the Thunder talent, as everyone had expected.