Chapter 17

“Dear little one, Mommy is busy right now. I’ll come and hold you as soon as I’m done,” Yang He said softly, abandoning his usual stern demeanor to gently soothe the child.

The sky was still pitch black, with only a faint glow from the moon hidden behind the clouds. Through the dim light, the forest below the mountain appeared deep and mysterious.

Yu Danqing suddenly glanced at Empress Chen. Sure enough, her face was dark and sullen, filled with a chilling yet burning murderous intent that Yu Danqing could feel even from her bed.

Though appearing calm and composed, no one knew how anxious he truly was at that moment.

He was a man of about twenty-five, with short, tousled hair framing his face, pale skin, and a prominent Western nose. His emerald eyes were as clear and pure as a forest. At this moment, he was curled into a ball, held firmly by An Keti, who was dressed head-to-toe in black leather, exuding a cold and elegant aura.

Yun Xi’s considerations were also for the future. Her father had changed much for the family, but she remained unsatisfied. She hoped he would stand firm against others—kindness often invites exploitation.

They went just after the morning rush at the market when fewer people were around, but the produce was fresh and abundant.

Upon hearing this, Huang Macheng’s eyes betrayed his disbelief. His child hadn’t even passed college entrance exams—how could this be? What would become of the child? Perhaps technical school was the only option.

Sometimes, one must admit, this attendant Gong Yi was far more skilled than many doctors. The incense and ointments he crafted were much beloved by the madam.

The temple was not far from the maternal nest, just over a thousand li away. A few rapid flashes later, they arrived. Feng Jun first dispatched a fragment of his divine consciousness to quietly probe the area.

Looking up at the moonlight, the leaves overhead swayed gently in the breeze. Occasionally, a leaf drifted down. There were no fierce beasts nearby; otherwise, the old lady would have long since been devoured.

Guo Dalu was now atop the ridge of the granary at the rear, immediately spotting a building nestled between the four rows of houses.

From the attitude of the Nine-Dimensional Immortal, he sensed keenly that Jin Wu did not wish for him to delve deeply into the matter of Wanqing—ultimately, it was a matter of pride and secrecy. They likely did not want him to know how they planned to help Wanqing.

This was to fulfill Du Qianjie’s design, the final battle before he left the Tu Chen star. Nearly the entire infernal army of the Demon Cave was mobilized, leaving only the elderly and weak snow elves to guard the site. The snow elves, serving as the logistics corps, were fully prepared.

Now trapped in some demonic god’s domain, their strength gradually drained, until perhaps nothing remained of them. Fear gripped their hearts.

As the tremors peaked, the ground near the launching tower of the tracking subterranean drill beam began to cave in, accompanied by the sound of the Golzan clawing through the earth.

Though I thought so, Wang Jiaci seemed utterly unconcerned, placing two jars of beer in front of me.

This shocked me greatly—the old beggar’s appearance belied his true identity, which I did not know. Yuan Lei had also told me that if we met again, I must keep him close.

After all, in Dandan’s understanding, Nan Xiang’s true form was that of a carrot spirit. And carrots are vegetables—but this vegetable even ate apples!?!

Yet she was held by a stranger—a man, no less—and slept in the same bed with him, a man both moody and sickly. Who knew if the next moment he wouldn’t glare at her, mutter nonsense, or even wield a knife to kill her?

Bright lights shone on Jun Jinyan’s pale, refined face. His damp black hair clung to his skin, lips colorless, water droplets trickling down. What truly shook Jun Jincheng was the pair of black eyes before him—though looking at him, they were like those of a blind man, lacking any focus, hollow and terrifying.

The instructor wanted to chat more with An Xia, but she glanced at her watch; the next class was about to begin. The instructor had to end the conversation. Watching An Xia’s retreating figure, her thoughts grew ever stronger.

Everyone watched as An Dingkun carried An Hui step by step to the village entrance by the roadside. Qiao Dongmei wept speechlessly. Relatives of the An family boarded vehicles to escort An Hui for her wedding. Meanwhile, the banquet Qiao Dongmei had prepared was about to start.

At this point, it was clear there was no turning back. Zhou Mingyang decisively struck at the earth dragon.

Just now, her mother noticed something off about her. She told her mother she had to go out of town for an internship and might be away for a long time.

Perhaps her promotion path was arduous and lengthy; otherwise, Yin Zhen wouldn’t be like this. Who was blocking him? Even Yin Zhen was powerless?

Before Zhou Mingyang finished speaking, his smile froze—several bears suddenly emerged from the deep tomb entrance.

They all lived near the Hei family, about ten or so households rescued by Li Bing and Guan Xi.

Feigning calm, I took the memorial tablet and leafed through the crowded names. My heart ached unbearably. These were the people I loved most, yet I was to choose concubines for him, to share him with others. Was there a cruelty greater than this in the world?

Recently, the patients came in all varieties—surgical, internal medicine, orthopedics, ENT—covering a vast range. If not for Zhao Yang’s divine medical legacy, he would have long been overwhelmed.