Chapter 45

Clearly just an ordinary mortal, yet she possessed an extraordinary soul power—unactivated, undeveloped, but undeniably real.

While working on her exam, Shen Mubai was approached by the returning young master demanding a White Rabbit candy. As she reached out, her hand was suddenly grabbed.

Mu Tong pondered many things. Since joining the military, she had lost touch with news from the capital. Eventually, she heard the latest updates: Cheng Xian had married but abandoned his newlywed wife the very next day to rush to the frontier.

Yan Xiang’s gaze shifted; she found herself on a desolate street. The earth was asleep, the cold wind howling occasionally interrupted by a dog’s bark. Darkness blanketed the ground as if the chill itself blocked out all light.

In such circumstances, naturally, the higher the starting point of one’s strength, the better. Only with power could one claim treasures without being usurped by stronger rivals.

Master Su rotated his eyes, pulled out two invisibility talismans, and stuck one on the mech and the other on himself. Only after finishing did he realize—he was a ghost, invisible to others. What use was an invisibility talisman then?

So when the village chief delicately suggested she consider recruiting more hands for the sake of the villagers, she agreed without hesitation.

Fortunately, the servants prepared dishes according to her menu quite well; otherwise, the young master wouldn’t have eaten.

“What marriage? I don’t love you!” Shui Yiren helplessly shook off his hand, feeling a headache. Why was this guy so unreasonable?

Yan Xiang’s heart tightened painfully. The barely controlled anger surged uncontrollably again.

What had happened to her in the past year? What had she endured? Where was she? How had she survived that explosion?

Li Han sat quietly in the corner of the room, away from sunlight, appearing somewhat ethereal. Unlike others’ excitement or nervousness, he was as stoic as dead wood, motionless as time passed.

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When the master and servant rose, Li Han deliberately glanced toward the second wife’s quarters where Li Qing resided.

He stood still, watching Nan Ci fall to the ground after being pushed, feeling an indescribable pain.

“What’s wrong?” Granny Li saw his expression and put down her embroidered quilt to watch alongside him.

In a corner, Yan Mi Juan was cornered, clutching her infant tightly. Sweat beaded on her face and neck, her body tense. Zhang Nan lay quietly in her left arm, swaddled and calm.

Liu Anyi received Shen Yuanyao’s reply and eagerly headed toward the main hall. Finishing the meal early meant she could deliver the medicine sooner, but she underestimated her injured hand; eating took much longer than usual.

“Assassin?” Li Han was momentarily stunned, startled by the bizarre and dramatic name. It sounded arrogant, but that was all it was. Such a name wasn’t normal at all—ridiculous, even. If that’s an assassin, then Li Han might as well be called a killer.

Everyone knew the candidates had backgrounds, but the student representatives refused to accept it.

As a doctor, she maintained a strict routine—sleeping on time and ensuring ample deep sleep to keep her energy and spirit high enough to diagnose and treat Old Madam Cheng.

“That boss is practically handed to the Herbal Hall. Being the first to kill, we have to fight for it,” Yi Ye Zhiqiu declared, refusing to believe these people wouldn’t make a move.

“Alright, since the prince isn’t pursuing it, let’s move on. It’s late; I think we should enter the Trial Grounds. Champion Hou has proven his strength, and it’s good for everyone to enter together to watch each other’s backs,” an old monk from Dafo Temple urged hastily.

The window was locked tight. Wang Dapeng’s sister seemed intent on opening it but didn’t touch the latch, mechanically pulling the handle back and forth.

News that Yi Ye Zhiqiu would lead the Jia Dynasty guild to attack Aklou City spread among players watching the city within seconds. Since most players had joined guilds, guild members received the news first.

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When instructing the Shadow Hunter, he was told to sequentially attack nearby lords to disrupt their offense before finally targeting Qiu Musu. This strategy ensured the distance between Qiu Musu and the lords, regaining initiative.

Today’s Ganzhou City walls were manned by black-clad guards wielding knives, eyes scanning both inside and out. Their duty as protectors seemed questionable.

Having lived through the chaos of the late Yuan era, Yi Pianyun understood the adage “wealth lies in danger” and feared Zhang Sanfeng’s legendary prowess above all. Thus, he refrained from making a decision.

Because of this, Wang Yongzhen knew the excitement when his master said that the Qingcheng Sect’s influence in Shu rivaled even the Tang Sect.

After Su Chen and Shen Ling lined up, Su Chen casually observed them. The more he looked, the more he anticipated what was to come.

Upon entering Langya Commandery, Xuzhou, Zhuge Liang and Zhao Yun split forces. Zhuge Liang led Wang Shuang, Zhuge Ke, and thirty thousand troops to Haixi County, Guangling Commandery, to aid Zhang Liao; Zhao Yun with Zhang Yan, Zhao Tong, Deng Ai, and another thirty thousand went to Lanling County, Donghai Commandery, to rescue Guan Hai.

Back at the He family villa, Yuanbao invited Tingting to help carry things; He Dongfeng carried two bags, Yuanbao one, and Tingting one.

Because his symptoms hadn’t flared early, accompanied by Darcy, An Nu calmly entered the operating room. They witnessed the entire procedure; An Nu saw firsthand how the baby was taken from her womb, feeling much calmer than before.

Now, recalling it carefully, memories were hazy and blurred—completely forgotten.

A subtle intimacy stirred in the air, tinged with awkwardness. She didn’t immediately pull away, nor did Dongfeng release his grip. Half a minute later, Yuanbao’s breathing steadied while his grew increasingly rapid.