Chapter 583: Searching for Master Jing

The lake narrowed, the boat entered the river, raised its bamboo sail, and ascended upstream.

Liu Xiaolou took out his formation disc and placed it on the mast, combining its power with Dongfang Yuying’s wind talisman; the boat shot forward like an arrow, cleaving through waves.

After two hours upstream, Dongfang Yuying’s divine sparrow returned, a bamboo tube tied to its leg, containing a rolled paper.

After reading it, Liu Xiaolou said: “I told you so—didn’t the siblings get punished? They were beaten and confined.”

Of course, relying on their physical strength, they were the strongest force capable of shattering the Roman lines.

Lu Jia felt arrow after arrow, sharp as they tore through the air, falling on either side of him.

But what followed disappointed me—I couldn’t help but despise them as incompetent thugs, for after the police searched them, they found no drugs; as each officer declared “no drugs,” I realized I should confess.

Almost instinctively, I leapt away—but as I jumped, a sudden *puff* left a hole in the willow tree beside me.

“Nonsense, this isn’t a game. You’re not Daoists—you can’t help, only distract us. Go find a hotel outside and return in two days,” Master Zhang said, uncharacteristically stern.

After centuries of trials, she had transformed from a naive girl into a sharp, capable ruler, ensuring centuries of favorable weather and stable governance across thirty-four nations near the Eastern Sea—her achievements rivaled even Old Dragon King Ao Guang’s, fulfilling his old hopes. On her final day, she still wished to sit once more as Dragon King in the Crystal Palace.

“Your Majesty, have the Eighth Prince and the others returned to the capital to settle?” the Empress Dowager asked, her thoughts quickening.

But now, he had no say—he could not claim the magic artifact; everything depended on the Ancestor’s whim.

Keke felt deeply uneasy; now, in the corridor, she could clearly see the photos depicted philosophers and thinkers like Plato and Aristotle.

Xu Changren smiled, every inch of skin, every wrinkle, every part seeming entwined with bitterness.

Once it was confirmed that the engagement ceremony had been entirely arranged by the old madam—and concealed from the entire family—even the old master rebuked her.

Moreover, these intelligent insects suffered the greatest pain among all drained insects.

The first great joy was undoubtedly Dongfang’s return to the capital with news of victory—a result Liu Che had long awaited, his heart heavy with anxiety until now.

Morning sunlight streamed through the bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling window, gilding the man’s tall, elegant figure.

Mu Ying rested her chin on her hand, studying the map—the location of Guo Ying’s force, then her own vanguard’s position.

Shen Changqing walked along the road; when he met acquaintances, they exchanged greetings or nodded.

The next morning, she eagerly went to wake him—but he gave her a cold, sour look.

Shen Changqing’s former self had been a probationary Demon Exterminator in the Demon Suppression Bureau—the lowest rank among them.

Minmintemur spoke as she reached for a rope from beside the bed and swiftly bound Qin Wang’s hands behind his back.

A leopard skilled in assassination could stay alert all night without issue; Tang Haodong was even less of a concern.

“Xia Xue, is that your boyfriend?” After holding back for so long, and no longer treating Xia Xue as an outsider, Teng’s mother finally asked.

Ling Tian reached out and touched Leng Yue’s cheek, speaking slowly: “Do you know how much I love you? Why did you leave with him? Why can’t you accept me?” The heavy stench of alcohol made Leng Yue frown.