Chapter 33 Returning to the Manor

As for the peak-level Xingyi Quan, I can redeem it whenever my points are no longer tight. There is no need to rush; one must prioritize what is truly important.

Dong'e Miaoyi sighed helplessly and hinted to Madam Tong that dowries follow strict regulations. The Imperial Household Department would provide the list, so there was no need to worry about it.

With a sound, I heard that strange man let out a piercing scream that made one’s hair stand on end—as unpleasant as metal scraping against glass. As he screamed, he was struck by the ball of light and sent flying off the roof of the car.

Before I could finish, the Ninth Prince pinched my chin. "Who else would I be looking for if not you?" he asked. With that, he scooped Dong'e Miaoyi up and set her on the stone table nearby.

"My, why is the Emperor so unromantic? Sanbao has only been married for three days, and he is already sending him away?" I asked, as if something had just occurred to me.

"How could that be? Since there is nothing else, I shall not disturb you further, Sister. Farewell!" Xiahou Fei forced a smile, gave a slight nod to Li Fangfu, and turned to leave Ziyuan.

With a loud bang, Zhang Blackface slammed his palm onto Lin Xuan’s examination paper, his face blooming with the cold sneer of a victor.

Liu, leading the way, blocked with his arm and squinted into the darkness ahead. There, blades of cold steel shimmered like the eyes of death, staring intently at them.

Dong'e Miaoyi learned of this and sighed. "Zhiyan" had been on the right track, but because of Dong'e Jiyi, she no longer intended to use the old formulas. Fortunately, she had written two new ones while bored during her pregnancy, though they were not yet perfect.

It must be said, however, that the taste was truly excellent—tender, smooth, and full of flavor. The fishy smell had been perfectly removed; it was no exaggeration to call it a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Sensing Tezuka’s gaze, Fuji looked up at him, then followed his line of sight to Sakura’s neck. He paused slightly upon seeing the hickey revealed there, then a faint smile bloomed on his lips. Breathing in her delicate fragrance, his heart felt a newfound softness.

Wang Lingyun turned her head and found the baskets at the very back completely empty. As for the others... apart from those newly filled with water, most had only half a basket left.

Each piece of meat was diced, then grilled using the techniques from my past life, flipping them constantly while dusting them with spices.

Just one month later, as Jiang Mi was transporting the ten thousand loads of grain she had gathered to the border between Northern Han and Later Zhou, she received news: the iron mine on her new territory extended into a neighboring plot, and that land was already inhabited by a tribe.

Zhongyuan University is the best university, and he suggested I should learn skills like warship command, which might be of great use in the future.

The fat boss sensed the atmosphere was off, so he remained silent and signaled the waiter to bring an extra set of utensils.

"This man is quite clever; his assessment of the situation is incredibly precise—a rarity indeed! If he can form his golden core in the future, he might be worth considering for the sect." The boy watched from mid-air, taking everything in, and looked at Mo You with a hint of admiration.

"Has Hanlai left?" Just as Kong Shen was fuming to himself, a voice sounded behind him. It was Xiang Lian.

"What did he want with you?" Xiao Jinli asked, one question following another. She stopped abruptly, looking at Xiao Jinse, seemingly trying to hide her inner anxiety.

"Don't say anything. I know what you want to say, but my mind is made up," Yan Rou said with a firm gaze.

The lightning bolt grazed the Demon Emperor’s temple, sending sparks flying but failing to harm him. For some reason, the tail of the bolt whipped across his face, striking him right in the eyes. His eyes immediately went sore, and he shed tears of blood on the spot.

Before the Hall of Glory, Wuenqi and Naomi locked eyes. The atmosphere in the guild hall was as cold as an ice cellar, as stagnant as a windless cavern, and as silent as the calm before a volcanic eruption.

After breaking through to the Supreme Realm, Murong Yi’s soul realm had also reached the Heaven Grade. Only then could a formation master possess enough soul power to set up a tenth-grade formation, which is why tenth-grade formation masters are so rare on the Canglan Continent.

It wasn't just Candida; the entire audience was enthralled. Even the Demon Emperor Tak Ebelon, watching from a private room, deeply regretted not coming to the Demon Capital’s "Door of Desire" sooner. He had allowed so many talented individuals to be buried here as beggars.

Instantly, a golden light shield gathered within three feet of his body. Inside the shield, sword qi shot outward, clashing with the bamboo swords and erupting in a series of popping sounds.

"This... the two of us brothers forgot," Jiang Xingben and Xue Xiantu said, looking embarrassed.

Zhurantua’s act of beating the toad to a pulp deceived the old physician at the clinic. He took several ointments for burns from the medicine cabinet behind him, mixed them together, and applied them to Wuenqi with gauze.

Yi Le looked around at the flickering lights of the restaurants and suddenly felt a touch of emotion. Not long ago, he and his sister were at daggers drawn, yet now they were out to dinner as if on a date.

Rings of visible light waves rippled outward, causing the air to hum. Those ice spears turned into mere shards the moment they touched the waves.

"Look, Brother Xue, that is Gao Shun training over there." Zhou Qing led Xue Rengui to the training grounds inside the military camp.

Further east, there were no covered corridors, but rather two rows of weeping willows. Walking down the path lined with trees, the shade and the natural breeze felt even more comfortable than the pavilion in the middle of the lake earlier.

Gu Zelin looked at the senior student and noticed a sparkle in her eyes. Sensing trouble, he quickly pulled her toward the room, leaving a sentence hanging in the air.

You Qian’s gloomy mood was lifted by Susu; a gentle smile touched her lips as she leaned over and got into the car.

Even after several years, the smell of gunpowder and burning gasoline still lingered in the air. A large-scale upheaval must have occurred here; one could imagine the scene just by closing one’s eyes.

They waited from dawn until dusk, and just as the couple was about to give up, Shen Nian returned from outside, carrying a bag of vegetables.