Chapter 588: Divine Strike

Having avenged his great Chou , Liu Xiaolou felt profoundly at ease; his body and spirit were suffused with joy, as if his steps had grown lighter, each exertion carrying him farther than before.

Huh? It was truly farther—he leapt fully forward and broke through fifteen zhang. Yesterday he’d thought fifteen zhang was his limit, impossible to surpass anytime soon, yet now, just one day later, he’d reached sixteen zhang!

Though only one zhang, it was a further step atop a hundred-foot pole, immensely difficult, signifying deeper understanding of cultivation, mastery of…

Only Kong Yixian, the one who should have grieved most, had grown calm—she sat motionless, neither weeping nor speaking.

Before setting out, Qi Ruize had sworn repeatedly to Han Jinyu that she would return home before dawn.

“Your humble servant greets Prince Qing and Princess Qing! Your Highnesses, may you live a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!” The old Duke bowed with robust vigor before Gu Mingjue and Su Jinyi.

Qi Ruize stepped out of the bathhouse once more, dried the water from his body, then climbed back up.

Gu Mingyue knew full well that Wei Ziyan had secretly struck down his wife and children, but lacking evidence, he was seething—so when Gu Mingru entered to apologize, didn’t he just walk straight into the gun’s muzzle?

They began to Yilun , and when they spoke ill, Yu Xi shamelessly tugged at Bai Jinghong’s sleeve, arguing with them; since commoners were watching, Bai Jinghong couldn’t simply vanish into thin air—yet I found it far easier to leave.

Liu Dong was deeply grateful that Qin Qing had spotted this issue; otherwise, once it truly happened, it would be too late to fix.

“No wonder His Highness specifically ordered us to pick red plum blossoms and boil hot water before court—it was for the master’s bath! I’ll fetch the bathwater right away!” Qingyu laughed, covering her mouth.

Bai Harbor, south of Winter’s End City, is the largest commercial hub in the north and the primary trading port.

Zhang Menghui immediately recognized the Si Kou Mo before her as a ghost—how could the real Si Kou Mo, upon seeing her in such panic, still press her with questions?! And the roar that followed wasn’t human at all! Thinking this, she scrambled backward without hesitation.

After sipping tea to suppress his sorrow, Bu Qianhuai tapped the hilt of his sword, lost in thought.

He had come to terms with it—he might leverage “Taste of China” to accomplish this new mission.

Feng Lintian frowned slightly; he knew Seventh Brother had come now precisely because of the morning’s betrothal decree.

She swiftly departed from the other side; had it not been for these matters, how could he have waited here so long in the first place? Many things were now pointless—what mattered was that he must first see clearly, lest more trouble arise later.

“Don’t you dare say it wasn’t me—if I hadn’t smashed the table and chairs at the critical moment, you wouldn’t have seen us,” Si Xiaoyao boasted.

Nan He was at her most conflicted moment, so she lowered her head, hiding her expression from Di He.

Wang Tuzi sucked hard on his cigarette, tilted his head forty-five degrees toward the starry sky, then looked down at his crotch.

Si Xiaoyao had already swum to shore and was crawling toward them on all fours. Dan Qin and Qing Ying hurried forward—one wiped the water from his body and hair, the other wrapped him in a blanket and lifted him up.

He tentatively called her name; only then, upon hearing it, did Nan He realize what his question had meant.

Dressed in green robes, holding an umbrella, she looked like an immortal stepping from a painting—still as beautiful and captivating as ever.

Sheng Shiyao grew even more displeased, flinging the object in his hand into the corner of the mirror. I followed its trajectory and saw it was a bag—had he retrieved this bag too? Or had Yilong brought him here and brought the bag along as well?