Chapter 34: The Invisible Influence of Power

Xiao Qingyang accepted the dozen or so spiritual herbs, his face beaming with joy. After carefully examining them, he stowed them away and turned his gaze toward Xue Zhenzi with a smile.

She felt a surge of heat within her body that threatened to burst forth; if she hadn't forcibly restrained herself, she would surely have made a fool of herself given how little she was wearing.

The Crown Prince he admired was currently heading to Lu Xuan's bedchamber with news of the Chen family's movements. Lu Xuan had not been summoned to the palace today, so he had just received the report regarding the Chen family’s actions.

"Don't worry about buying anything else for now; let's just see what they have in the fresh produce section," Liu Jiangqing replied with the tone of a professional. He grew increasingly curious about how Boss Xiao had lived his life until now—thirty years old, unable to cook, unable to shop for groceries; had he just been surviving on thin air all these years?

Although Zhou Yan was always strict with them and quite overbearing, at the end of the day, she was actually a very good person who took great care of them.

Less than two minutes had passed, and both of them were already gasping for breath, with only the final few pieces of clothing remaining on their bodies.

"Drink less tonight," Siyue advised with a helpless sigh. Yet, she understood better than anyone that in such social settings, how could one possibly avoid drinking?

Luo Ziqing, driven by curiosity, dragged Fang Haobai over to join the excitement. They discovered an event was underway—a game for couples where the winners would receive a pair of diamond rings sponsored by the organizers.

Ye Qinghan was naturally the oldest among them, and given his personality, everyone assumed he would remain a bachelor for a long time.

"Did the Poison King really not make things difficult for you today? Is Shang Xufeng truly alright?" He had known Qiu Lingyang for several years and understood her well enough to know that she preferred to bury everything inside rather than trouble others.

"Rest assured, Your Highness. Without the Master's orders, I would not dare take your life lightly. However, this sword strike was necessary—consider it the price for the many years I have served you." Gu Yi withdrew his sword in silence. Blood dripped from the tip, yet his expression remained completely blank.

After the wedding, our family went on a trip to Europe. Yan Bin put aside all his work to spend half a month playing with the three of us. Seeing Yan Bin and Yan Yan getting along so harmoniously at the ski resort, I felt even more grateful.

I felt a sense of loss. Though I could clearly see through his facade, I was unable to make him set aside that lingering resentment. A short while later, a nurse brought in some food. I didn't know if it was at his instruction, but this time the meal was far more exquisite than before.

I looked up, meeting his enchanting phoenix eyes. They lacked any luster, like a night sky without stars or moon—void of light, dark and profound enough to chill the heart.

Ameli was watching the battle from afar at this moment; she could not miss such a scene, of course, but for the sake of her unborn child, she could not get too close.

"Is admitting your mistake enough? I'm afraid you've misunderstood my intentions. I won't just send you to the Yin-Yang Boat, haha. You were so good to me once, weren't you?" Bing Ziye nodded repeatedly, believing he had already let her go.

Perhaps this was fate? Perhaps this was destiny? It was the destiny that had kept her and Qin Aotian separated for a millennium, only to eventually join hands for a lifetime.

He had mentored Jun Youdao for several years with great dedication. Before entering seclusion again, he had his eldest disciple climb the Heavenly Ladder. His second time emerging from seclusion, he found his second disciple, Qi Changfeng, beneath a snow wolf in the frozen plains.

Unfortunately, most people in this world believe that seeing is believing; only what they witness with their own eyes is true.

After Wu Zun left, Su Jinxi and Dongling Huang helped Tang Xue sit up and loosened her garments.

Sun Erdan’s father and a villager were arguing incessantly at the entrance of the village, with many people gathered around discussing the matter. It seemed that in the one day Zhao Tiezhu had been gone, something else had happened.

"This is my mausoleum, and also my spiritual consciousness..." Above the vast hall, a solemn and icy voice emanated from that dazzling sphere of light.

"Wan Fen, if you walk out that door, don't even think about getting any investment tomorrow!" Qu Dongde roared.

Later, however, Dongling Huang brought out a magical artifact called the Kunlun Mirror. Its power was so immense that it forced the Nanli army into a continuous retreat.

At that moment, Mother Zhang's voice drifted up from downstairs, seemingly urging Su Ranran to come down and eat some fruit.

If the news that Ye Youyao was not at the rear reached the three armies—or worse, reached Xiyun—it would not only shatter the morale of the Zhongning army, but the Xiyun forces would surely descend like wolves and tigers to slaughter them.

Although death is inevitable for everyone, one hopes to live each day as it comes. Furthermore, by focusing on the art of wellness, one might extend their life by years. If one practices health cultivation well, it can prolong life; adding a few years is a small feat, and living to a hundred is not just talk.

He knew that this mountain-protecting formation should be able to withstand a powerhouse with Li Changan’s level of strength for at least an hour.

In the starry sky, the Immortal-Killing Sword vanished—or rather, it was rescued by someone. It was a prehistoric being shrouded in a black robe, appearing only for a fleeting moment.

In an instant, he was unable to move, let alone think. A buzzing sound filled his head, and his mind went blank in a heartbeat.

The five of them fell into contemplation, all lost in thought. If Romade Dracula Peng were truly plotting against them, how should the matter of Chixu be resolved?

In the time we spent together, he was very attentive to my feelings and took meticulous care of me in the small details of life.

Cao Rui dared not be careless. With a movement of his hand holding the blood vial, he injected his spiritual energy into it, and the blood-ball child above his head began to move!

But there are such people in this world; they have their own logic, and even if that logic is shameless, they believe it to be correct.

The problems most feared by rookies lingered in Hanabi's mind, refusing to dissipate, and her operations began to falter.

Although she understood that every time they returned to the old mansion, the constant pestering from those noble young ladies would annoy her husband to no end.

The Iron-Boned Wolf before her, while not as grotesque or eerie as the one in her dream, was unmistakably the same type of black beast that Yun Ling had previously manifested using her "Illusion Reality" ability in Yunxiang Village!

"Splat!" As expected, the sword pierced directly into the bull's head. Bu Qi flicked his blade, and the head shattered like a watermelon, scattering red and white matter everywhere. After his victory, Bu Qi collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air, the blood from his arm—which had finally stopped earlier—beginning to flow once more.

"Sound Pressure Manipulation"—this was the magic circuit of Frey’s puppet. It was a magic circuit capable of controlling atmospheric pressure and airflow. By relying on this, Frey could erase every sound and movement caused by her actions, allowing her to sneak into the Tortoise Dormitory without anyone being the wiser.