Volume 1, Chapter 67: Interrogation

The Tao Residence.
The East Courtyard.
Shen Nanyue was keeping Huan'er company while they ate.
"Huan'er, come, try this."
Huan'er ate happily.
"Thank you, Mother."
Shen Nanyue reached out and affectionately patted Huan'er on the head.
"Such a good child..."
Xiliu walked in and offered a bow.
"Young Madam, the Master has arrived."
The pleased expression that had just been on Shen Nanyue's face vanished in an instant.

She picked up some more food and placed it in Huan'er's bowl.
Her demeanor was icy and ethereal, and a pair of azure pupils instantly drew everyone's gaze, including Meteor's.
The most delicious way to prepare wild vegetables was generally to chop them up, beat them into eggs, and scramble them using lard or a blend of lard and vegetable oil. Furthermore, the eggs had to be cooked until well done, reaching that chewy texture where they truly tasted best.
Pale green usnea, yellow azaleas, white azaleas, and light-colored spring water—if the outside world was a bustling oil painting, this place was an elegant watercolor landscape.
"Alright, you go outside and keep watch for a moment; I have something to discuss with your sister," Liang Yi said with a smile.
A dozen merman demon soldiers charged at the front, some wielding fish spears, others holding fish-spine clubs, and some even carrying fish bones—truly a motley assortment. "Swish! Swish! Swish!" All of their weapons came hurtling toward Qin Feng. Stepping on a fish spear, Qin Feng vaulted three zhang high into the air. His movements had already become exceptionally agile.
He silently thought that compared to him, Zhang Mingyuan was simply like heaven and earth, making Zhang Mingyuan look entirely like a toad by contrast.
Seven streams of sword Qi surged forth fiercely. Wu Chao and his companion immediately shifted their positions, swiftly enclosing Wang Lun in the center. Maintaining the sword formation unchanged, they unleashed a flurry of sword Qi that crazily battered Wang Lun at the center.
Why hadn't I noticed this before... Then again, this girl usually drifted back and forth right under my nose all day long, so naturally, over time, I grew accustomed to her appearance and overlooked it.
"Oh dear mother in heaven, that nearly killed me from the fall! It hurts so much!" Zhao Er was now sprawled across a patch of earth, aching all over as if his body had fallen apart.
"The power within the Dantian is still undergoing compression; it will be some time before it transforms into a liquid state," Wang Lun remarked thus.

Huang Song did not answer the question. The more Huang Yuandu spoke, the angrier he grew. Suddenly stepping forward, he kicked Huang Song right in the shoulder. Daring not to dodge, Huang Song took the blow squarely and was knocked reeling to one side. As Huang Yuandu moved to kick him again, Lu Junqing hurried forward and pulled him back.
The joy in Xiao Luo's heart exceeded anything he could contain; it seemed he had not been this happy since the outbreak of the beast tide.
"Lady Miaofeng, did you run all the way here?" Hearing her clearly rushed breathing from running, Chu Xiao asked with concern. The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them, cursing himself for being a busybody.
"Ugh!" Qi Jue and Howard were both stunned. Turning around, they cast a bizarre look toward Caier.
"This envoy has heard that His Imperial Majesty's realm is picturesque and breathtakingly scenic, and wonders if it might be possible to tour it." During this return visit to the Mughal Empire, Chen Long actually carried a heavy responsibility: to cooperate with the Military Intelligence Department in scouting Mughal military intelligence, surveying geography, gathering intelligence on various tribes, and allowing the Military Intelligence Department to divide, conquer, and defeat them one by one.
Although Yefeng knew that what the Elder of the Ice Phoenix Sect said before was indeed quite reasonable, he still found it hard to suppress the joy in his heart.
At that moment, the three young masters stepped into the rear courtyard of the garrison mansion and entered the hall. Qiao Shang was still dressed in purple; his features bore a certain resemblance to Qiao Zhenchuan's—broad-faced with a square jaw—and his stride carried the imposing momentum of someone who could sweep aside all resistance.
Watching the sycophantic fellow disciples who hovered around her day in and day out with flattering smiles, Qiu Yudie found them utterly exasperating. She longed all the more to see Qin Bin, yet until the appointed time arrived, she dared not rashly disrupt his cultivation.
The disparity in cultivation between Yefeng and Zhu Tingting was simply too vast. Even with the baleful aura invading her body and sinking into this mysterious Asura state, she was still no match for Zhu Tingting, incapable of even inflicting an injury upon her opponent.