Chapter 102: Since Ancient Times, Eunuchs Have Held Great Prestige

The sheepskin scroll was ancient, its origins lost to time, its surface scarred and worn from passing through many hands.

The Qi Shift of Heaven and Earth can awaken one’s latent potential, accelerate the learning of new martial arts, redirect an opponent’s force, shift the position of attacks or objects, and balance the yin and yang energies within to make combat fluid and unpredictable.

It can even reverse the internal true qi to replicate an opponent’s techniques, bounce back attacks, and transfer pain.

This cultivation art bears similarities to the Dragon and Elephant Samadhi Power.

He silently thought to himself, even he found it unbelievable. He was a prince of the Haoyue Empire, a village boy, a black-furred street dog—and yet he had frightened him? This was sheer madness. He quickly steadied his nerves.

He gripped the hilt of the Fotu Sword with both hands, where his palms clutched, black smoke curled upward.

The bald giant, seeing Chen Feng’s vacant eyes and stunned, terrified expression, grew even more furious, almost spitting saliva onto Chen Feng’s face.

Among these three families, the one that contributed the least was clearly the Dong family; although Dong Tianhua spared no effort to please Yang Yi, Dong’s father would not act as recklessly as his son—even though he too was pleased by the prospect of an alliance between the two families.

Wang Xi and Wang Nan were utterly at a loss; now, the only reliable person present was Xu Fan.

The previously tense discussions, frantic warnings, and despairing sighs—all fell silent at once.

At that moment, a sky-piercing aura of slaughter erupted from the Primordial World, shaking heaven and earth; it stunned Qing Hua, while Li Feng merely blinked in surprise.

Amid the tidal wave of beasts surging forward, a man with a carefree, mocking smile appeared within the horde, carrying a royal sword, advancing silently.

How long had Dong Zhuo gone without a fight or a show of arrogance? The moment he got the chance, he immediately leapt out to bluster.

They naturally had no “experience” as a quantifiable measure of strength, yet inexplicably, they found their cultivation increasing.

She had long known he would feel overwhelming guilt; it seemed she truly understood him well! Yan Wan thought, and though she couldn’t claim to be as light as a swallow, at least she no longer winced in pain with every movement.

The slender, graceful figure of Eighteen-Niang had already walked far beyond the door, turning right at the crossroad without the slightest hesitation.

The carriage rolled slowly for a long time; Gu Shiba Niang said nothing, staring blankly at the swaying curtain.

“You know how to use a sword,” said the white-robed young lord walking beside Han Xin, glancing at Han Xin’s Fish Intestine Sword with curiosity.

But they were barred at the gate, not allowed to enter the city, for the war had just ended and the Prince of the South had been trapped in battle; authorities feared someone might provoke unrest, so the city gates were tightly guarded.

Dinner was served at Petro’s Restaurant on West Fifty-Eighth Street, a lavishly decorated establishment offering various brands of caviar. Yan Wan felt embarrassed because she had no particular fondness for caviar; she found it even less satisfying than her fried egg, despite its outrageous price.

After Zhang Er rose to prominence, he never forgot this benefactor, repeatedly inviting him to leave seclusion and assist him—but was refused. He eventually settled for sending monthly supplies of money and grain up the mountain, as a token of gratitude.

Through hundreds of time-travel loops against the current, to conquer a single elf—this method is surely unprecedented, and will remain so forever.

Ye Huang pressed her hand to her chest and took several deep breaths before calming the tension within; then she observed Mo Ji and confirmed he was sound asleep, only then returning to the table to rest her chin on her hand, pondering whether she should bother cultivating a relationship with her cheap father and this sarcastic old water fairy.

“Is that so?” Yu Shou Ju Nai, however, wore an eager, delighted expression, attentively listening to Teacher Qi Zui’s lecture.