Volume One, Chapter 62: The Southern Girl

With the invitation card in hand, she could enter. Chu Mu handed over the card, and she walked straight in. The blood beneath her seemed to mirror the crimson in his eyes; the man’s lips curled into a faint smile. How strange and wondrous are the emotions of this world—just seeing her smile lifted Gu Ci’s spirits immensely.

Her soft, delicate voice fell like silk, laced with affection and coyness; such a voice, paired with her appearance, would be impossible for any man to resist. Seeing Yan Xu before her, Qingqing suddenly recalled the memories of Qingyuan, who had always sought ways to break the formation, until Qingyuan ultimately sacrificed her soul to save her.

Luo Xuan was the second son of the Luo family’s current head. With the eldest son inheriting the family business, his father fully supported his pursuit of cultivation, granting him a sinecure at the company. He would drop by when bored, but otherwise spent his days as he pleased, living a carefree life.

A scream of unimaginable agony echoed through the forest, startling all the birds into flight! Wangwang lifted its mouth in a sudden tug, tearing off the Poison Sect disciple’s arm, skin and flesh alike, leaving it limp and dangling.

Upon hearing her words, Gu Ci paused, gazing deeply at her. Suddenly, his lips curved into a smile; his dark, tranquil eyes shone like morning stars, reminiscent of a night-blooming flower unfurling beneath the moon—a fleeting, dazzling moment.

On the sixth day of the first month, in the third year of Xihe, Chief Eunuch Zhu brought the emperor’s decree: Lord Yue San was appointed Prefect of Jingzhao, a third-rank official.

"You wish to devour my soul?" The demon dragon’s voice trembled. Outside, no one would dare speak to it so, but upon hearing Guyang’s words, unease swept over it, its mind racing with anxiety.

Unexpectedly, the next day this matter reached Dong Fang’s ears. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t have mattered, but Dong Fang was known for her fiery temperament; everyone had witnessed it before. This time was no exception—upon learning what Cheng Xian had said, she immediately sought him out the following day.

This voice was all too familiar to Zhong Xingyue—not only to her, but to nearly everyone present.

So now she and Chu Tiankuo would live together in the palace? If Chu Tiankuo resided in the palace, it was entirely plausible. He was the crown prince, returning to be recognized by his father and assuming the Eastern Palace.

Upon reaching Zhong Xingyue’s door, they noticed a formation at the entrance. The elders paid it no mind, but after two steps their expressions changed.

Even so, for Cangmo Continent, which lacked even a single spirit array master, most people had never heard of such arrays, let alone the profession itself.

Although Beiming Yuan was wounded, he could not afford any delay in returning to Tongyu Pass. During the absence of Mu Ling and Beiming Yuan, Beiyan and Donghan remained quiet, launching no attacks; thus, nothing else occurred.

Chu Tiankuo turned and entered the room. He closed the door and, glancing back, saw Yanxiang seated upright, her manner exceedingly formal, which made him somewhat suspicious.

A thunderous lion’s roar rang out, followed by a flash of fire. A massive lion appeared beside Mo Qianyan, its eyes fierce and ferocious, poised to face the Nine Suns Heavenly Fox.

"Is there something amiss, High Priestess?" Shui Yiren saw her peculiar expression and withdrew her hand to ask. At that moment, Yun Haotian was also staring intently at the High Priestess.

When she saw the faint smile in the man’s eyes, she turned away, feeling a flush of heat.

The nurse, seeing they had calmed down, said nothing more. She shot them a warning look and went off to make her rounds.

"Ha! You still think you can suppress me? Do you believe you’ll succeed again?" The Thunderflame Beast laughed heartily, as if hearing the world’s greatest jest.

He gritted his teeth, replying to Li Wenyan, "No matter what she’s like, I’ll marry her. If you think you can break us up with this excuse, you’re dreaming!" Feng Lin spoke with indignation, the veins on his forehead standing out.

All these years, she had quietly admired Nangong Yi in her heart, secretly watching everything about him. Yet it was the first time she’d spoken such words, her heart both excited and nervous.

The two nodded, then disappointment settled over them. Their night took them soaring across a vast city, arriving at a towering mountain peak.

"My dear brother, don’t let me catch an opportunity later," Zhao Shengnan replied, grabbing the dice and shaking them, determined to pose a tricky question to Shen Shisan.

Though the words weren’t aimed directly at Duanmu Li, the light, floating remark still reached his ears.

"Kurosaki! What’s wrong with you?" Ishida Yulong called out, moving closer to check, but before he got within five meters of Kurosaki Ichigo, he was repelled by spiritual pressure.

Today, she was simply too exhausted—too many shocks, her heart unable to bear it. She longed to return to her mother’s side; perhaps only there could she truly find herself, experience that serene, untroubled comfort.

Genos asked curiously, his suspicion growing stronger that the mad robot from four years ago was connected to all this. With that thought, his desire for revenge only intensified.

Sorting out this matter was urgent; after all, this guy was fixated on dissecting her, and she needed to plan ahead.

After unexpectedly encountering Xiang Ling yesterday, Shi Lan decided to ask Xiang Ling to attend the ceremony in her place, so she could easily slip away.

Taking her home wouldn’t be impossible; once on her own turf, she’d be in control. But such a move might infuriate her mother-in-law. After all, at her age, if she suffered a stroke… No, no, she must not harbor such malicious thoughts.