Chapter 54: Methods of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Taking Everything to the Army: The Stoic Commander Is Obsessed With Me(Hotpot at the Edge of the World)

Qiao Muting had no inkling of Qian Lai’s thoughts. All he knew was that, suddenly, the person who had just been standing in front of him had entered the dance floor with someone else. A faint pang of jealousy welled up within him. Yet she merely offered him a gentle smile and a nod, and that alone made him compliant.

For now, the wisest course was to remove himself from the circle of women as quickly as possible; otherwise, if his condition acted up, things could turn ugly. Qiao Muting hurried along at a trot, aiming to hide in the restroom, but as he approached the sinks outside, he caught sight of Fang Wenjie there.

Still, this was not the time to concern himself with such matters. For the orb of light that had just escaped was none other than the spirit essence left behind after the death of the Frost Phoenix.

Nangong Ling’s question was sharp and direct: you may be able to lure the demons here, but there’s no guarantee they’ll heed your words. What’s more, once they cross into this world, anyone can approach and bargain with them.

The Firefly Clan’s scrutiny here was incredibly meticulous—especially in this central area. Even beneath the ground nearby, they had hidden shelters built long ago, a fact Yu Yu had not anticipated.

Back to the main story: the entire convoy drove directly into a palace. The Zhao family placed great importance on their reception venues, constructing them with grandeur and vigor.

At the same time, in the Sea Clan’s realm, the Nine-Pattern Imperial Sea, beams of brilliant divine light tore through the sky one after another. Within the Black Aster Imperial Hall, the patriarchs of the various Imperial Sea Clans from the Eastern Five Royal Realms had all arrived. Inside the grand hall, the aura of supreme emperors crisscrossed and intertwined—no fewer than thirty of the most formidable Sea Emperors gathered together.

But before you tell me all this, can you explain why you understand telepathic communication while the other giant sea crocodiles do not?

“Dearest uncle, it’s been such a long time…” The expression on her face was gentle, evoking a spontaneous fondness in others.

After all, his own path to improving his cultivation had not been easy, and he scarcely had the energy to be distracted by other concerns in the real world.

For Kong Shou, these three days were of utmost importance—she was a critical piece on the chessboard, and her abilities were certainly linked to Angela’s resurrection.

All eyes turned to Wang Yi. Enchantress Ji immediately recognized him, unable to keep herself from calling out.

Yi Mansion. The residence of the wealthiest family in the region. Legend had it that Master Yi maintained mysterious and intricate ties to the imperial court, and fifty years ago, the Yi family secured the actual governance and hereditary rights to these lands.

But why did her heart ache so much? Truly, it was hard to sever such feelings.

As she was writing, her phone suddenly rang—a jarring intrusion amidst the tense atmosphere. The others looked up at once. Yang Xiruo blushed, hurriedly taking out her phone to silence it. She saw Wei Junsheng’s name on the caller ID, but with more pressing matters at hand, she couldn’t care for it now.

Fei Yihan snapped back to the present, gazing at Yan Lan. In his deep blue eyes, countless emotions surged and finally condensed into just two words.

If someone else recounted this story, no one would believe it and would likely dismiss it as a joke. Yet it had genuinely happened right beside him—indeed, to himself. How could this possibly be explained?

Fewer and fewer corpses remained in the underground lair. Once those were devoured, it would be their turn to become the monsters’ next meal.

As for her lord’s obsession with the City-shattering Token, she was equally puzzled. The Su Lian Sect had vanished nearly five years ago, and the token meant little to her lord—given his current martial prowess, there was no need for it at all.

The perpetually aloof Xue Jiao cradled the arm that Consort Yun had just tugged with such force. It still ached. Listening to the Empress Dowager’s words of protection, and to Si Tengfeng’s silent acquiescence, she remained quiet.

He stepped forward, drawing near to her. That aura of resolve slowly coiled around him. He slowed his pace; even so close, he still lacked the courage to approach. Perhaps, in his heart, he had already acknowledged his mistake. That child was perhaps the barrier between them. It was understandable that she hated him.