Volume One, Chapter 46: Are You Content to Remain Beneath Others for the Rest of Your Life?

"Yun Jinghua! Get your ass back here!" Xiao Jin'an roared.

Was it not enough that she alone questioned whether he was suffering from a hidden ailment, she had to make it known to the entire imperial palace?

With a swift flash of her figure, Yun Jinghua had already reached the courtyard gate. Hearing that robust and vigorous roar, she stopped in her tracks.

A sick man would not have that kind of strength.

"Marquis Wuan, how did you manage to anger His Majesty?" Jinghang asked in a hushed voice.

In his memory, His Majesty had always been as gentle as a spring breeze toward Miss Yun.

Yun Jinghua shook her head in a daze. Could it be that she had stirred up his painful memories, causing him to lose control of his emotions out of anger and frustration?

She turned back and, upon seeing that Xiao Jin'an had regained his composure, finally set her mind at ease.

"If there's no illness..."

Hearing this, Ye Chen quickly stopped Zheng Feng. You've got to be kidding me! It had taken him a great deal of effort to find such a bodyguard; if he let the man destroy himself, where was he supposed to cry?

Naturally, Qin Rui would not let this opportunity slip by. He immediately waved his arms repeatedly, his fingers pointing in unison with Qin Feng's at the exact same spot on every single weapon.

"Don't worry, Village Chief. His Majesty brought his own people to wait on him; I'm only responsible for the cooking, so I don't need to worry about anything else," Cheng Yangyang said, finding her old self only when she was among the villagers.

She lifted the bamboo basket covering the top. Inside was a piece of roasted porcupine meat, which she had roasted late into the night. She hadn't added any spices because she didn't have any, using only lemongrass, mint, and some other wild herbs she could forage as seasonings. Now, all she needed to do was tear it by hand and arrange it on a plate.

A minute later, a black "peak" sprouted from the horizon—it was the army of the Demon race.

There are different kinds of family: some are bound by no blood ties, some depend on each other for survival through the most difficult moments of life, some grow up and take on the world together, and some are willing to let their life-sustaining tendons be slashed by blades for her sake. They are all family, the dearest and most trusted people in life, with no distinction of weight or priority.

He had once modeled for Cheng Yangyang, so he understood the basics of clothing coordination. His white outfit clearly clashed with hers.

Fortunately, there were still quite a few soldiers within the military camp who remained loyal to the Goryeo royal family, which allowed Park Young to escape from Liaozhou City.

Cheng Yangyang took them on a tour one by one. When they put down their things and went outside with Cheng Yangyang, they happened to see Liu Dong coming out as well, leading the boys.

Thinking to herself, Hanyuan walked toward that spot. Boss Jia hadn't been wrong; it was indeed two full large baskets of osmanthus flowers. The petals were picked with great care, all large ones with pure and lovely colors, their edges free of yellowing or damage.

The immortals endure forever with unchanging youth, while ordinary mortals are all subject to birth, old age, illness, and death. Such is a human life—regardless of its length, living it openly, sincerely, and without regrets is the best way.

A call echoed across the Dao of Yin and Yang, making Mo Huan's heart skip a beat. It felt as though his own martial arts, the Dao of Invincibility, had stepped out as a living person.

These five hundred-plus people, however, were different. If one year didn't work, he would cultivate for a hundred years; if a hundred years didn't work, he would toil for a thousand years more. They never had to worry about time. Can you imagine how terrifying that is? Once these people achieve mastery, with an immortal legion of five hundred in hand, perhaps grasping this universe in the palm of one's hand would not be such a difficult task after all.

Since Feng Wuqing had spoken, they should follow his instructions, and nothing could possibly go wrong.

These detestable vine spirits grew stronger when met with strength; what if they were met with gentleness? Would they become somewhat gentle?

Having succeeded in her first strike, the Nine-Child Ghost Mother flew through space to wait twenty paces away from where Qin Yibai had used his escape technique. Judging by what she had witnessed earlier, the maximum distance Qin Yibai could cover with a single use of his escape art was no more than twenty miles, and in his wounded state, he was even less capable of exceeding his usual limit.

He also understood that the current Martial God Continent indeed very likely harbored a mastermind behind the scenes.

"Hibiscus, you will become the CEO's wife in the future, and no one else will ever take this seat." Xing Zhiyan had been slightly frivolous just a moment ago, but his expression suddenly shifted. Turning around, he placed both hands on Fang Mujin's frail shoulders, gazed deeply into her eyes, and said with utmost sincerity.

After taking her medicine, Wen Xia felt somewhat drowsy. She knew very well that she needed a good rest now, which would be better for the child.

"Useless, a bunch of trash. The kingdom allocates so much funding every year, and this is the useless pack of dogs you've raised?" The second prince's face contorted with ferocity as he swung the riding crop in his hand, lashing it repeatedly across the back of the Royal Inspectorate's deputy director kneeling before him.

He had been struggling to endure the excruciating pain the entire journey, but when he chased her car down the avenue, he could hold on no longer and collapsed.

Though Xiao Zhan's words sounded somewhat inexplicable and even resembled chicken soup for the soul, they were, in truth, the genuine thoughts of his heart.

The man could not understand, but looking at the horrifyingly ruined elevator doors, he swallowed hard and decided it was better to be safe than sorry.

At some unknown point in time, she had already embedded herself into his bones, blood, and life. He had originally thought he could endure her departure; after all, he had endured the pain for so many years and grown accustomed to it. Darkness and loneliness were like parts of his life, following him like a shadow.

That maid was mortally ill, lying in bed and coughing incessantly, waiting for Liu Yingluo.

"Brother Chen, what do you mean by this?" Gu Ting asked, crying and laughing at the same time, utterly bewildered by Chen Qing's miraculous behavior.

Acting like a madman, the Ye family patriarch swung his silver hammers with unstoppable momentum, relentlessly pounding away at Chen Qing's parries. The clash of weapons produced a thunderous boom like great temple bells, echoing through the air.

Hinata Kiyohana tremblingly helped Kakashi up, while Hatake Sakumo, standing mere inches away from them, wore a rare look of reminiscence.

Looking at the introduction codenamed Skeleton Unit written above, he burst into laughter. Saying he had cheated death was an exaggeration, but he had certainly turned danger into safety.

By this time, however, Huijue seemed completely unconcerned with their gazes; he simply walked, ate, and wept.

Had she not been full of life the previous night, suppressing her and Tangtang, she would have worried that the other person might drop dead from sheer exhaustion.

The major powers of the martial arts world reacted swiftly, uniting to form a massive army and setting out to hunt them down.

As long as this could be accomplished, the balance of victory on the Land of Water battlefield would tip entirely in favor of Konoha.

Even though Han Li's body was already cold, Murong Feng had also lost his chance to challenge Nangong Liuli.

Only then did the entire Wu clan understand that the beings of the Myriad Star Realms had searched for over one hundred thousand years without finding the Xuan Dao Orb simply because it was colorless, transparent, and completely invisible to those without destiny. Even if it floated right in front of your eyes, it remained imperceptible.