Volume 1, Chapter 48: The Noble Consort Enters the Capital, Unsurpassed Beauty of the South

If trying to run alongside Gao Xiong and keep up with his pace, things might be fine in the beginning. However, after two or three thousand meters, exhaustion would set in, leading to breathing difficulties, because Gao Xiong's speed always remained above average, making it very difficult for an ordinary person to keep up.

Song Jian leaped from one tree to another, his movement generating gusts of airflow through the air.

Fang Jiaxue felt that the guy in front of her was completely different from the person she had first met. If the former Huang Donglai was unreliable, then the present one was exceedingly dependable.

The old man did not know what this cyan liquid was, but after all, possessing boundless divine powers and extraordinary insight, he discovered the reasons behind it and formed his own hypothesis.

What he said turned out to be true. While there were still people on the road earlier, now that dusk was falling, not a single shadow could be seen.

To tell the story from both sides, deep within the nameless forest at this moment, the path taken by the ice serpent was marked by a long stream of weeping. Because Dongfang Ransxue was heartbroken, she cried the entire way as the ice serpent flew. At first, Qin Feng tried to comfort her, but later, finding it impossible to soothe her, he simply let Dongfang Ransxue cry to her heart's content.

What Song Jian and Zhizhi did not know was that the pool of water and the cave they had passed through to enter this place were precisely the secluded cultivation grounds where this double-horned flood dragon had long resided.

Although she had been forced to train herself due to her involvement in the martial arts world, and her swordsmanship and martial prowess had continually grown over the years, even now she still could not last ten moves against Ye Zhineng.

My heart sank, and I stopped retreating. Wielding my heavy blade, I constantly estimated the distance, preparing to strike. The old hag ghost saw my intention to fight to the death, smiled with disdain, and continued to walk toward me at a leisurely pace.

Speaking of this matter, it really couldn't be blamed on Qin Yang. Who told that old fellow to constantly try to use Qin Yang whenever he had the chance?

The surrounding people were startled, then came to a sudden realization, and once again knelt to salute, welcoming the princess. Only Qu Xinghe remained standing.

"Hahaha, Lao Song, your luck is truly remarkable. Just as you went up the mountain, you harvested a Bletilla striata of several decades old. This is truly a auspicious start upon opening the door." Gongsun Xu laughed heartily and offered his congratulations.

"Thank you for your grace and generosity, great deity." Violating his own wishes to follow the advice of his advisors, the King of the Sand People, who had sold himself out early for a good price, could only fake joy and express his loud gratitude.

Ren Wenqiu watched Mengdie's departing figure, his brow suddenly furrowing deeply—Mengdie's footsteps were actually unsteady.

Lu Yun rode the finest horse, led the finest soldiers, and traveled through the starry night. By the time he reached the ancient town of Wangyue, it was already noon. The people who needed to be captured had already fled, the people who should not have been captured had also left, the houses that should have been burned had already turned to ashes, and the evidence that should have been destroyed had likewise left no trace.

This already belonged to the upper three realms of arcane arts. A master of the Martial Sovereign stage might not even be his opponent, let alone Xie Bi of the Martial Immortal stage! Viewed in this light, the Black-Robed Demonic Sovereign was not lying; he truly possessed world-shaking abilities. But could he really be a man over three hundred years old?

Wei Yangnian seemed intent on testing Cheng Lingzhi, seizing every opportunity to ask her questions. Fortunately, Cheng Lingzhi possessed genuine substance, answering every question with profound insights explained simply. Wei Yangnian and Momo Shifa could not possibly have been more satisfied with Cheng Lingzhi.

Qu You curiously accepted the wooden box and opened it to take a look, only to find inside a single blood Ganoderma lucidum, of which only two leaves remained.

Sun Simiao's aged face flushed red from the elder's words. He wanted to retort, but had no way to argue back, and could only cast a guilt-ridden glance at handsome Ying Jun aside him.

Ziyi mounted his horse and said, "If there is anything, I will come to see you myself." With that, he whipped his horse and rode away, without a shred of lingering attachment.

Pei Sirou's complexion alternated between pale and ashen. She wanted to voice a retort, but was stopped by a single glance from Qin Wen.

Her green pupils were now as red as fresh blood, shooting out two beams of piercing, knife-like brilliance.

"I will give you one more time, tell me, who on earth it is." Don't look at how Master Zheng usually always wore a cowardly expression; when lecturing others, he was exceptionally fierce.

However, Shen Jiaming thereby obtained a portion of the information he had come to confirm this time—Lin Bixiao indeed held shares in Dihua, rather than being a mere nominal acting president.

That person wore a brilliant red ceremonial gown, and her skin was of a chillingly eerie white. Half of her face was concealed by tassel ornaments, leaving only a pair of crimson eyes, appraising Yue Xunyi—whose looks were strikingly gorgeous—with a gaze that was half-inquisitive and half-playful, the teasing mockery in her eyes completely unmasked.

Yet today, when Director Wang performed another check on Luo Dashan, he discovered that the previously metastasized cancer cells had miraculously vanished once again, as if Luo Dashan's condition had undergone no change whatsoever from a week ago.

The grief and pity in her eyes churned and rolled wildly. She clenched her fists fiercely, crushing the mandragora petals bit by bit, the crimson floral juice sprinkling down upon the city wall.

A winery in Chonghuafang changed its owner, and a residence in Shengyefang also changed its owner. The new owner for both was Zheng Peng.

It was only then that she belatedly reacted to the fact that she was being entirely held in Yun Li's embrace.

The Lantern Festival was the grand carnival of the Great Tang, and the capital city of Chang'an transformed into a city that never slept, best described by the verses: "Every household's market illuminated by lanterns, flutes and songs sounding from every towering pavilion."

"Fine..." Gu Ran wore a disappointed expression, thinking to herself: everyone has a weakness. Once I find his weakness, let's see if he can still act so arrogant in front of me, humph.