Chapter 452

“Regardless, Litian Que has pursued us to the Nine Jiao River—we cannot pretend ignorance, or we’ll be laughed at. Xiao Shimei, go to the Nine Jiao River. Whether to act or not, decide for yourself.” Qing Xu said.

“Act? Absolutely not! Not only is Litian Que strong, and Xiao Jie risks injury, but Ye Lingyuan is about to undergo the heavenly tribulation—if he succeeds, he might make Xiao Jie his first sacrifice for this.”

Some couldn’t help shouting out, their tone clearly indicating they wanted to stop it—after all, if they truly handed over the person today, Qianxin Sect’s face would be utterly lost.

And judging by the current situation, a large force would arrive here soon; under so many eyes, she dared not imagine being stripped bare.

As he extended his right hand, ready to unleash his strongest Palm Thunder to punish the ambushers, he saw a familiar figure.

Most of the watermelons it pecked open were unripe; occasionally, a few ripe ones were pecked just a few times before being abandoned, as it charged straight toward the center of the melon patch.

I stayed up late talking with my great-grandfather last night and woke the next day to the sun high in the sky, birds singing everywhere. After washing and eating a few bites of breakfast, I bid farewell to Zi Yun Xuan and descended Xuan Yang Mountain with the Five Ghosts.

Ma Hongyang’s loud shout instantly halted Wu Yiren’s group. They were stunned—none had seen when the old man arrived. Blocking the outer disciples at the gate was already wrong, and everyone nearby was watching Wu Yiren.

But at that moment, I noticed something behind La Ba—seemed like a ghostly thing, not quite a fierce spirit, more like a yin soul.

“Of course not—if you brush your teeth, they’ll grow a child and lose a tooth.” Both mothers explained with perfect seriousness.

Chen Nan cursed loudly, grabbed Dongfang Yunfei by the arm, dragged her onto the bed, pinned her down, and tore at her clothes.

Su Luoning had so much history with Xie Yunjia—even the servants here treated her as if she were from the Xie family. What could she possibly compare to? Perhaps in the future, these servants would constantly compare her to Su Luoning—this thought filled her with both resentment and sorrow.

The next day, after daylight broke, the town swelled with more people: poor folk selling vegetables during the New Year for extra coins, candy sellers, groups of relatives visiting each other, and idle strollers greeting acquaintances warmly.

But Yun Sheng told Qiu Lin that Linglong Huan had already fused with his soul, leaving Qiu Lin both amused and exasperated.

Ye Shuwan’s return to favor made her power in the harem overwhelming, enraging the other palace concubines, who schemed desperately to eliminate her and her unborn child—but they struggled to find a good opportunity.

But what could be done? The Emperor himself had issued an edict, and her father was a thousand miles away—utterly out of reach. Even if her father found out, he wouldn’t defend her. He was now wholly focused on his son, with no interest in her at all.

“If you don’t believe me, send troops to investigate—Pei Fengyin’s army has already crossed Wu Ling Pass.” Ye Hua finished, then ignored her and turned into the hall.

Li Huan’s golden pearl from that mission Qiu Lin never returned to Yun Sheng—and now it’s useful again, hahaha.

Suddenly he remembered something; the handkerchief split into two pieces slipped from Yuan Minghua’s palm and gently landed on the grass.

And this faint pity had already taken root like a seed, quietly sprouting—like a sharp thorn beginning to slowly pierce into her heart.

Ye Qingyan grabbed his restless hand—how could it be fine? She’d smelled blood yesterday.