Volume 1, Chapter 60: Bending to Stretch Later

Ever since she no longer had to pay her morning respects to Madam Shen, Jiang Jinshu had been sleeping until she naturally woke up. Having returned too late last night, she slept all the way until noon today.

"Qingsu."

Qingsu, who was keeping watch outside, quickly walked in.

"Stop nagging like an old woman!" It was hard to imagine that such vulgar words could come from the mouth of Sakura, who had always been known for her elegance.

"Myriad Ghosts Seizing Souls"—it had been a long time since he last used this technique. After all, it was rather vicious. In the blink of an eye, the already dark mountain forest was suddenly shrouded in a gloomy and eerie atmosphere emanating from unknown sources, making it utterly terrifying.

At this moment, the broadcast also began reporting on the incident, clearly showing some dissatisfaction with Number Three's actions.

"Why are you waiting for us?" There was a hint of vigilance in her tone. Strange, it was truly strange. This kind of gentle, soft-spoken dialect really did not suit Ji Xiaorui. In her impression, whenever Ji Xiaorui spoke, she should be holding her head high with an arrogant air. How had her temperament suddenly changed?

Just as the Left Prime Minister, with a face ashen with fury, was about to erupt, someone suddenly whispered a few words into his ear. These few words made the Left Prime Minister turn pale with shock while also plunging him into panic and anxiety.

"Go to hell..." Taking advantage of their victory, the island nation's forces pressed the attack relentlessly, not giving the captain even the slightest chance to counterattack. As long as they could first slay the leader of this group of Chinese cultivators, the rest of them would simply be juicy meat on their chopping block, to be carved up however they pleased.

"She is from the White Lotus Sect?" Ning Yumxi's expression shifted slightly. The White Lotus Sect could be considered the only heretical cult that dared to openly oppose the imperial court, recruiting commoners to serve them through mind-control and deception. Although the harm caused by the White Lotus Sect was widespread, its power was pitifully weak in the eyes of the court.

Qin Qi could not bear to watch such a thing happen, and likewise, Tang Huawan would never allow it to happen either. For Tang Huawan, this position could only belong to her; how could she let someone snatch it away right before her eyes?

Young Master Huai brought Luo Yixuan to the top of the stairs, and seeing that there was no one around, he gave a meaningful look to Ji Ting. Understanding instantly, Ji Ting walked over to the doorway and stood guard to prevent anyone from coming near.

"Bai, long time no see. I want to ask you, how on earth do you make someone fall in love with you? People always say that Yuzi has the knack for making others fall in love with her, but I've never understood what that knack is. Why does every single experiment fail?" Mumu bit down on his fork, eyeing Bai, whom he hadn't seen in several days.

That gaze seemed to say: Indeed, it's this fellow. She made not a peep while giving birth, and right after delivering the child, she chased all the way out to drag her son—who wasn't even wearing a bellyband—back home.

Though married off to a foreign land, Haoning cherished Princess Shouan dearly. In an unprecedented move, he bestowed upon her a grand princess's mansion in the capital as part of her dowry, ensuring that whenever the princess returned to the capital to visit Haoning, she and her consort would have a place to live.

Take Qin Chen for instance; he excelled in using the halberd and was far less proficient with other weapons like sabers and swords. This was not merely due to a lack of practice, but rather an innate sense of familiarity with the long halberd.

Xuanyuan Ling caught sight of the jealousy and displeasure on Han Yingxue's face and hastily averted his gaze from Murong Yinyin.

"Your external injuries are mostly healed, and you can display seventy or eighty percent of your combat prowess. As for the rest, go find it yourself in the Sword Pool!" In the end, Qin Chen received only these words and could only pin his hopes on the trip to the Sword Pool.

Unlike dealings between major factions which were fraught with deceit and cunning, interactions among rogue cultivators were governed more by raw strength. Whoever had the higher realm and the greater might could claim the finest treasures.

"You wouldn't happen to be having me do the work of those waiters and dishwashers in the tavern, would you?" Zank asked with a smile.