Volume 1, Chapter 25: Stealing a Touch of You Jin's Lips

Song Wanxi was startled and pulled her wrist away with all her might. After a few seconds of struggling, she finally broke free from his grasp. She scrambled out of bed, rushed to the walk-in closet to grab her pajamas, and darted into the bathroom. Leaning against the door, she caught her breath, her face burning hot and her heart in complete turmoil. What had she just done? She had actually snuck a touch of You Jin’s lips—the one who had gone mad wasn't him, it was her.

At this moment, Shi Hu and the others reached the foot of the mountain behind the ridge. They saw that the battle atop the summit was already in full swing, with members of the three tribes swarming the entire mountainside.

Zhang Sheng could tell from Nie Guangpeng's expression that he had come for a specific purpose, and the fact that he hadn't entered the house confirmed that he was here to see him.

The people on the street turned pale, looking up at the sky in a daze. A massive monster was descending from the heavens.

Under these circumstances, with so many medicinal herbs now available to them, every single person who had entered was of immense importance.

Behind the tomb was a pond of green lotuses, and behind that pond stood a simple thatched cottage. Jin Niang often came to maintain it, and every year, a few days before the anniversary of her mother's death, Duanmu Anrui would come to stay for a few days.

It was highly probable that Lin Feiyu’s arrogant demeanor had already displeased the Dragon Emperor. If the Dragon Emperor truly wished to eliminate him, wouldn't it be as easy as flipping his hand?

Her life had been saved by her master. If he hadn't taken her home when she was seven, she would have long since died on the cold, unforgiving streets. Now, even if this were the final act of kindness she performed for him, she would never concern herself with his affairs again.

Ling Mao sneered, vanishing the next second and reappearing ten meters away, leaving Ling Hong’s lunging figure grasping at empty air.

The Zombie Emperor tried to persuade him with earnest, heartfelt words. After all, his son had just performed a great service for the zombie race, and as a father, he certainly had to stop him from doing something so foolish.

"Huh, it’s actually you!?" Chu Ye looked over, but upon seeing the massive figure, he couldn't help but ask in surprise.

As soon as Liu Zhen finished speaking, a burst of laughter echoed from the river. On a light skiff, an old man with white hair and a silver beard stood proudly at the bow.

Zhai Longbiao threw a heavy punch at Guan Yu’s chest, then laughed heartily, completely ignoring the look of pain on the General's face.

Guan Yu laughed regardless, his hands and feet still moving. "And what if you heard me? This is my own home; even the King of Heaven can't stop me from doing as I please!"

"Everything is under my control," Roienthal said to the Emperor of Andoranda via a holographic projection.

Yang Jinxin looked down at the calloused hand in front of her, paused for a moment, and finally placed her own into it.

"What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?" As he spoke, he brushed the snowflakes from her hair and touched her forehead, which felt icy cold.

However, subsequent events did not unfold as Shao An had anticipated. The new King of Xi’ou sent envoys to Chang'an to announce his ascension to the throne. The foreign envoys were humble and showed no signs of provocation.

The heavy infantry wore thick armor, making it impossible for them to bend down to move rocks. Hearing this, the soldiers on the city walls, under the command of Zhao Lei and Wang Fu, cleared the path first. Ma Chao then led the heavy infantry in a charge down from the city.

Chi, Mei, Wang, and Liang followed. As they exited, Mei glanced back at Wang Yan, who was suspended by iron chains, a flicker of pity in her eyes.

"As a direct descendant, you were only exiled?" Shao An remembered that the Qin family had been almost entirely wiped out back then; he hadn't expected any survivors. It was no wonder—Uncle Qin's insight and learning were far beyond that of an average noble scion.

However, even though a Celestial Master had offered to pull strings for Gong Lengyue, she had refused, her words stern and solemn.

With a thud, a cultivator fell right in front of Qi Hong, Ling Xue, and the others. "Ah!" Ling Xue cried out in terror.