Chapter 470: The Matter Has Escalated

The imperial palace.

The Emperor’s expression was dark.

He flicked his sleeve, and the brush in his hand moved continuously.

A powerful, vigorous character—“Ru”—appeared on the wooden tablet, its strokes like dragons and phoenixes in flight.

Fixing his gaze on that character, the Emperor dipped his brush again and began writing once more; the second character was “Mo.” This time, without pause, one character followed another, appearing steadily on the tablet.

Finally, he slammed his palm down on the table.

He returned to school that very day and never came out again; inside the school, there was no way to act.

Li Ling’s eyebrows twitched; she had no time to mourn her plan’s utter collapse—another memory struck her mind, leaving her stunned.

Wang Jing found it deeply irritating, but seeing Jiang Yuan and Su Yile ignore it, she slowly began eating, feeling utterly at ease.

Pain spread across her face; Luo Yunxi’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She clenched her teeth, raised her hand, and touched her cheek—the vivid red made her face grow cold.

Then, on the other end of the signal, Li Ling, having received no reply from him, would she gradually let go of him as a friend?

The weather was bright and clear. After arriving at school, Arthur, Arnold, and Angelique heard their teacher say they would take the entire class on an outing to the countryside—all three children were delighted and excited.

To conceal their strength, Ye Yuxi and the other person feigned curiosity as they carefully selected other medicinal herbs.

Because of Shangguan Xiu’s words, Shangguan Anna finally stopped insisting on leaving; instead, under Shen Haoze’s company, she sat down in a quiet spot to rest, letting Shen Haoze find a way to soothe her.

A sound like a bell rang from the Seven-Star Azure Dragon Ginseng; its roots trembled violently, its body swelling rapidly, transforming instantly into its true form.

Rong Yue shuffled out of the dressing room, feeling uncomfortable in her clothes. Qiu Xuan saw Rong Yue emerge, dressed in a qipao, and his eyes instantly brightened.

“Ling Yan, Fourth Commissioner of the Imperial Watch, Royal House of Zhen Shi, bows before Empress and Princess.” Ling Yan swept his robe aside and knelt, head bowed, not daring to raise his eyes.

“Thank you for the compliment. If Second Young Master Xiao has no business, perhaps we may proceed first.” Shen Lingyan spoke with a cold, polite smile, unwilling to engage further.

“My master will arrive shortly. If the Dream Demon has offended you in any way, please forgive him.” The Dream Demon spoke—but its tone held not the slightest hint of apology. Truly, damn it.

Nine Dragons cast him a look of contempt: “Enough. You lost—go back and train harder.” With that, Nine Dragons tightened his grip and crushed the Fifth’s spirit fragment outright.

“Is this the person you brought?” Lu Jiuyou stopped crying—not because Xin Hao’s comfort had worked, but because that voice had exploded like thunder beside his ear; Lu Jiuyou had been so startled he lost all tears.

Qin Muchen pulled away from her lips, yet his gaze remained fixed on those crimson lips. One hand propped his body as he turned his profile toward her.

At this moment, the first was the twelve-year-old boy; the last had only reached the eleventh level. That person wore a mask, concealing their age, yet they had lingered on the eleventh level for a long time.

Wei Zao called a halt. He retrieved a steel cable from his vehicle, tying one end to the RV and the other to his green Cherokee.

Xia Hanqing drank a cup of low-alcohol wine. Five swords rose gently from the broken stones below and halted before the wind.

“Besides, ten isn’t just for me to eat—you take half, I take half.” Xia Xinyun smiled.

“Alright, go back now. Rest well. If you change your mind now, we don’t have to try.” Zhang Bai said to Yang Guo.