Chapter 26: The Empress Dowager and Her Body-Double Lover 26
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
"You don't believe me?" Hua Yue sighed, looking quite regretful. "If you won't believe my words, you should at least trust your body's own reaction."
She rose to her feet.
Wei He's gaze fell upon the person on the bed.
And then he discovered...
He was actually reacting?
Ever since the day Hua Yue had seduced him, he had secretly sought out several renowned physicians, yet none could find anything wrong with him.
But it simply would not work.
Long Pingfan checked the token for the Nine-Medicine Immortal Realm and saw that only one day remained; it was time to return to the Seven-Star Academy.
The spatial treasures of the four Second-Grade Golden Immortals contained, in total, nearly eight hundred low-grade soul crystals, along with six medium-grade soul crystals.
If he had waited until Gao Fei returned to China and parted ways with Rou Ji and Tan Mingchuan to say this, then Gao Fei would not have brought the two of them along to Peak Zhuer to search for the Box of Eras.
Just as Zhang Ling’s voice faded, a calm voice that made one’s heart tremble echoed slowly through the space. Mo Wushuang, who had been about to answer Zhang Ling, felt her beautiful eyes shrink, and terror instantly gripped her heart.
Wu Yu reacted in a flash, realizing something was wrong. "What madness has possessed the Heaven-Cleaving Sword?" he thought. Without a second's hesitation, he leaped from his chestnut horse, covering over thirty feet in a single bound, and seized the hilt of the Heaven-Cleaving Sword.
What did it matter that I was an emperor? When I spoke of abdicating, I possessed no imperial authority. When I spoke of traveling incognito, in fifty years, I was never once granted permission.
The scene before Chen Qingyang shifted abruptly. The dim, narrow corridor was gone, replaced by a magical world beyond his wildest imagination.
Facing Hades' attack, Chen Qingyang showed no fear. Just as he prepared to engage, an Eight-Trigrams formation suddenly manifested to block his path.
Heitu gave a low shout, his body splitting into millions of individual entities that scattered in every direction, each one possessing a ten-millionth of Heitu’s power.
Seeing this, Mu Huo’s expression darkened. His low, muttered words revealed his shock at the methods Zhang Ling possessed.
Zhan Hongying laughed at her for being a frog in a well, seeing only her own family's influence and forgetting that the Emperor was still governed by the Jade Emperor; the world of China did not belong to their family alone.
The room was filled with spirits, people of self-restraint and composure far exceeding the norm. It was their consensus not to react to the conversations of others, but at this very moment, although they still pretended not to hear the brainwaves of Nathan and the two newcomers, the way they leaned in betrayed their curiosity.
Since Tianwei was not a true school, there was no real registration process. The so-called start date was merely a reminder that the academy would resume operations after that day. Therefore, arriving a few days late would cause no harm—unless, of course, one needed to sign up for the SRF.
Yun Huan’s life had been the most filled with suffering, for she lacked the memories of her past life. Even when she was persuaded, she remained skeptical and lacked a firm will, which was ultimately her undoing.
Tang Fan found it amusing. He couldn't fathom what the Seven Sons of the Demon Capital were thinking; what was the point of launching such an overt, daylight attack?
It seemed the armor had failed to absorb the full impact, and some of the force had seeped through, striking Moore’s arm and forcing a cry of agony from him.
Having exited the Underworld in a perfectly ordinary manner, Tang Fan once again used the Mask of Red Dust to transform himself into the appearance of A-Yi.
Faced with an ugly giant fish that opened its mouth to speak human language, Xuan Yuanpotian was genuinely startled. A fish capable of human speech—what level of savage beast could it be?
Unknowingly, Li Mo had arrived at the Noble Teahouse while carrying Luoluo. A clerk with a pleasant smile walked out from within.
Just as Han Mu was pondering how to power the device on, Su Zhi spoke softly once more, and at the sound of her voice, the machine began to operate.