Volume 1, Chapter 99: Lady Phoenix Finally Relents, But She Has a Condition

The upper half of the giant python emerged from the water, its head alone measuring over four meters wide. One head was a dark crimson, the other a deep green. Regardless of any other abilities it might possess, its sheer size alone was enough to face off against an army of hundreds—ordinary soldiers, that is.

Liu Tuo puffed out his chest like a fierce bird naturally drawn to battle, his blood surging with excitement.

“It will be fine. If it wanted to do anything to me, it would have done so already,” Xi Weilin replied confidently.

No one could have imagined that Blood Arhat would attempt to calculate the fate of the Sun and Moon Concubine. Could a mortal really discern the destiny of a deity? No, he must have been mistaken. Still, even if the Sun and Moon Concubine was not truly a Phoenix fate, it was surely no less formidable.

Murmurs arose one after another, then dozens of handsome young men resumed their affairs as if nothing had happened, some playing, others drinking.

Moreover, Lu Shuangyang had just broken through a realm; his foundation was not yet stable—he needed some pressure to solidify his newfound strength.

Only then did everyone notice that Xuan Ye’s delicate white dress had turned the color of dirt and dust.

Kong Qi glanced at him and smiled, “I know, but even with these six days, no matter how much you train, you won’t increase your combat power significantly.”

Hearing this, Lana closed her eyes in despair, clutching her face tightly with both hands. While her injuries could be hidden beneath her clothes, the wounds on her face posed a greater problem.

Time passed like a tireless coachman, carrying the world forward, never once pausing. Perhaps the world was too heavy, for each step time took was so faint it went unnoticed.

“Su Tie, come walk with me,” Wan Ying, who had been shut indoors for a month and a half, finally wished to go out. Yet once outside, she found herself the subject of gossip throughout the streets and alleys, the talk of post-meal conversations.

Even after Rain Concubine left, Ying Xian remained incredulous. Could the Crown Prince truly share her feelings? Had he actually agreed to her?

Around him lay a dense mass of fallen foes; he was like a god of death, unstoppable and fierce.

Of course, Pan Feng had his own legend. His Fire Phoenix Cavalry was said to be a flying unit—a fact alone that greatly increased Pan Feng’s value.

But that was a story for another time, unknown and unforeseeable to Wu Feng and Lu Xiaoying, the two directly involved.

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At dawn, some gang members arrived, preparing for the morning meeting to await the leader and elders’ instructions.

If the existence of the Legalists was necessary to govern the state, then for the common folk, the pursuit of peace and the absence of war were even more vital. The most famous embodiment of this ideal was the Mohist philosophy of “Universal Love and Non-Aggression.”

The talisman against evil exploded on the tree demon’s face; a divine light enveloped it, smoking from its entire head.

The remaining three thousand Blood Riders instilled unparalleled confidence. They believed they could annihilate any invading enemy beneath the city walls.

“Hmm,” Huang Yan’er pondered a moment, then nodded with a smile. “This cripple has feelings for me. Haha. Brothers, drinks are on me!” She then whipped out a check, signing her name boldly.

“Three people? Then… who are the other two?” Shi Dongji asked slowly. As one of the three assigned to this mission, he naturally had the right to know about his comrades. Hence, his inquiry was quite reasonable.

That circus was merely a circus—the entire world lay within its tent; outside was nothingness.

A tremendous explosion, like a bomb detonating, sent water flying in all directions. A hollow appeared in the waterfall’s base before the torrent surged down again. Seizing the moment, Yan Shen leapt out, mission accomplished—no need to remain drenched beneath the falls.

Huo Yuanji sensed something strange about Chen Yutian today, uncertain of his intentions, so he obediently nodded.

Duan Zijian slipped away from the ninth building under cover of night, leaving the road to traverse the woods, clutching two kitchen knives.

“What caution? I think they’ve lived too comfortably these past few years. Demote He Land, the intelligence chief, to pig feeder immediately!” Picasso roared after sobering up.

“Danger! Jinbei is in trouble!” Tang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, arms sweeping wide as the sea churned violently. Towering waves surged forth, and from afar burst a colossal water dragon, carrying the severely burned Jinbei within its form.

Remember, not long ago Hu Yu had hosted an unprecedented concert, with the ten heavenly kings as his guests—true superstars. Had it been anyone else, assembling even four would be a feat, let alone ten.

“Dad, how does this doctor’s skill compare with that old Wu San?” Sang Jimin asked privately.

Rather than await this humiliation, it was better to erase that shame before the outcome was announced.

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Under the dim glow of the desk lamp, I looked up at him. His profile was so distinct, his frame so tall. I was nearly intoxicated by his image, watching him with a dazed gaze.

“Sister Qiaoxin, Sister Lingxin has fainted. She doesn’t feel the pain of the spanking. Why wake her?” Xing’er whispered softly.

She never even finished her meal before moving on to other things—that was Chen Mao’s usual style, something her sisters had long since witnessed.

The fifth prince was chasing two servants, kicking their backsides playfully—a hilarious sight that Jing Zhen watched in amazement. He shook his head: Today, the fifth prince seemed to have lost all princely dignity, playing with mere servants.

Lu Huaqing was startled as the immense force from the sword hilt made it impossible to hold his wooden sword, which was flung away by the brute strength.

“Is the empty seat in the second row from the middle Niu Zihao?” Teacher Yang asked, glancing toward the vacancy.

This response left Chen Xiaoya somewhat sulky, so as she passed by, she kicked a hibernating zombie.

Kun Lan suddenly approached, making Zhang Zimin uneasy, but he did not retreat or shout “Don’t come closer.”

It took about five or six minutes behind her before Ze Lin finally understood what she was doing.

A squad of guards preceded the emperor and empress into the Yuanji Hall, filling the grand chamber with swirling incense and a fragrant aroma.

“Don’t run off; wait here for me,” the red-haired man instructed before striding forward, showing a token to the gatekeeper and entering the government office.