Volume 1, Chapter 24: She Intended to Humiliate the Marquis of Pingyang’s Estate

This was Ling Xuan’s first time seeing the Princess of Qi.

In terms of beauty, she could not be considered a peerless stunner. She had a melon-shaped face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, peach-blossom cheeks, and a small cherry mouth. She looked dignified and graceful—the standard appearance of a young lady from a noble family. Her attire was not extravagant; she wore a water-blue palace gown, with a single jade plum-blossom hairpin slanted in her hair and matching jade earrings dangling from her ears.

She possessed an elegant temperament, and her clear, bright eyes held a softness combined with a clarity that seemed to peer straight into one's soul. She was as serene as a chrysanthemum, refined and noble.

Ling Xuan’s hand, hidden within her sleeve, slowly tightened into a fist. Clearly, she herself was born as radiant as a peach blossom, dressed in brilliant, splendid finery, and was seven or eight years younger, so why did she feel as though she had been completely eclipsed in the Princess’s presence?

Once he had decided, Li Yang acted. After satisfying his hunger and tidying up a bit, he opened his computer and ordered a massive quantity of medicinal herb seeds online. Feeling that was not enough, he paused to think, then ordered tons of steel and building materials.

His spiritual perception had long since spread out. "Watching" the dark sparks ignite from the collision of two forces ten miles away, Yun Fei’s lips curled into a dangerous smile.

Almost everyone who managed to reach this place was an expert. Unless someone engaged in foul play, there wouldn't be any major accidents. Although some were still unlucky enough to be surrounded and eliminated, over ninety percent arrived at the palace smoothly and passed through the gates.

Hua Yichen ignored them and lay back down on the bed, staring blankly, lost in thought. His brothers knew he didn’t want to be disturbed right now, so they simply found places to sit and wait. They would wait for Hua Xiaoyu to return and ask her about it.

Ma Yiyi was left speechless for a moment, then she suddenly flashed to Chen Fan’s side, pressing her slightly rounded chest against his arm.

The point of the conversation was clearly elsewhere, yet they insisted on twisting the meaning to that extent. Was it really okay to see Wu Jinhua so angry that his face turned red and his neck swelled?

***

The pain was agonizing—a sharp torment that reached deep into the soul, as if one were being incinerated by thunderous fire.

The members of the Liu family looked hideous; the expressions on their faces were as unpleasant as if they had swallowed dozens of rotten rats.

The deacon, too ashamed to say more, simply placed Jiang Tian’s Star Plate into the sensory array to activate it, allowing the array spirit to arrange his ranking challenge.

"Something to discuss?" Luo Qingyue felt a bit puzzled. For the past hundred years, everyone had been at peace, and lately, nothing had happened at all. Why would there be anything to discuss?

Jun Lintian’s eyes brimmed with a smile as he gazed into those clear, autumn-water eyes. Luli’s eyes were beautiful; her black, grape-like pupils darted around, full of spirit and brightness.

Since the day he met his older brother, he had constantly been causing trouble. Yet, his brother had always shielded him, slaughtering those who sought his life, and even bestowed upon him the surname "Jun," letting him be his younger brother.

As the sound echoed, the entire North Spirit Mountain began to tremble and quake, as if it were about to tear itself from the earth.

Seeing Yao Qingmu arrive at Lianyan Pavilion with Qin Shang, he was slightly startled, but he immediately understood everything.

Sheng Shi was guarding her side, with a bowl of ginger soup prepared by Mother Sheng specifically for her.

Half an hour later, the driver pulled the carriage to the front of the Three Princes’ Mansion. The two guards standing watch at the gate swept a glance at the carriage before lowering their heads once more.

The spiritual light blades outside the mecha appeared once again, and their almost tangible radiance radiated an oppressive, chilling intent.

Like? Xuanyuan Tianyue felt a moment of trance. Looking at the vibrant peach blossom forest ahead, watching the colors scattering in the sky—perhaps this was fine. If only this moment could last forever.

He carried the porridge and placed it gently on the coffee table in the suite’s living room, then tiptoed toward the bedroom.

If this were in his original world, it would be an unimaginable occurrence.

Not far away, a youth dressed in water-green robes watched everything with indifference. Behind him was a single straight blade that looked like a sword, yet was not. Yue Chuyun did not know the youth’s name or which sect he came from, but the boy gave off the feeling of a heavy, formidable long-blade.

***

He realized that by this time, some people must have known his identity. Although his status was classified, some old records still existed and could be dug up.

Understanding something in a sudden flash, Xue Linghuanbing’s gaze fell upon her chest, which was emitting a soft green glow. Her trembling body slowly sank to the ground, allowing her pained sighs to drift into the wind along with the monster’s provocation.

Such swordsmanship, though performed by a human, ultimately relied on the sword as its foundation.

However, compared to the initial "welcome to new friends," the banquet now had a new purpose: "celebrating Cora’s resurrection."

He was the "Blue Hat" who had given Qin Lang trouble in Moscow, but in the end, he wasn't sent to Siberia as a guard; instead, he was sent to Central Asia to serve as a regimental political commissar.

"I’m pulling..." Yes, Natsuki Subaru did what he had always wanted to do: he grabbed Beatrice’s twin tails with both hands.

Once these words were spoken, everyone in the hall held their breath. The ultimate goal of coming to Old Han Qi’s residence was to divide the spoils of victory.

At that moment, a burly warrior wielding twin hooks rushed up, blocking the path in front of Pi Gou.

"Hmph! I think it was just a stroke of luck. You’re joking with other people's health, and on top of that, you climbed through a window! What if something had happened!?" Ming Lou was determined to discipline Ming Fan today.

Su Jun tried three more times afterward, but lost to Zhuge Yanjin each time; An Yixuan only managed to win once.

"Clan Leader Zhu," the man began. "If it weren't for Protector Xu’s timely aid, I would have been humiliated and killed. In terms of merit, Protector Xu deserves the greatest credit, and I shall recommend you for a promotion."

"That dead Su Jun!" Veins bulged on Adair’s forehead. Even among the top ten in this subspace, Su Jun showed her, the Dean, no respect at all, leaving her unable to say anything more.