Volume One, Chapter 137: Survival After the Calamity

“You are indeed meticulous,” the Empress remarked as she set down the persimmon and took a sip of tea. Consort Wen reined in her smile and fell silent.

A sinister hiss filled the air around them, the chilling temperature forcing Ye Feng to raise his defenses. Rather than chase her swiftly using his lightness skill, he thought it better to share a carriage with her—it was less exhausting.

“Just you wait, Dongli Xiao. The day I catch you slipping, I will make sure to give you a proper scolding.”

“Quite clever,” Dongli Jing’s voice rang out with a strange, ambiguous tone—whether praise or ridicule was unclear, but it left an unsettling feeling in the listener.

“All right! Now, exert more force!” she urged herself on, the voice in her ear seeming almost magical, guiding each movement. Just as numbness overtook her body and the voice faded into the distance, a sharp wail of a newborn baby snapped her senses back.

Nan Hui felt stifled during that meal, unable to savor the food. Before finishing lunch, she excused herself early, citing illness, and returned to the Yuanping Palace.

Looking up, her gaze met a pair of indifferent violet eyes. For some reason, the old man in the red robe’s heart skipped a beat, an inexplicable unease spreading within him.

The Dragon Demon circled once in the air before transforming into a tall, cold, dark figure wielding a stone sword. Suddenly, he leapt into the deep pit, stomping down on Prince Saqi, who was covered in blood and pleading desperately.

“Understood!” The young men present were all clever; the words sent a chill through them. Yet some, usually doted on by their parents, smirked darkly—they clearly had known this situation beforehand and had plans. Ye Feng, however, remained unmoved.

Before Brother Wang could finish speaking, darkness suddenly enveloped his vision, and he saw nothing but his own backside. Later, he realized his body had been severed.

Even amidst battle, she laughed with excitement. Even when wounded, she remained undeterred—truly unstoppable.

“Then just wait and see. I will surely become the hero who saves the world!” Qin Yu declared with full confidence.

Dizzy and confused, the Bodhisattva said, “I haven’t even questioned you yet, and you’re already interrogating me.”

It was clear the British officials knew London was indefensible. Even with the Thames as a natural barrier, Britain’s army could not hold back the combined forces of Germany and France on land.

I nodded drowsily, then... then I moved into this house, and that’s where the story began.

He felt an immense, majestic power surging within him, as if his very soul had transformed.

Married couples who already have a baby must keep the child with them if they decide to divorce. Custody belongs to whoever the child stays with at the time of separation.

The other two high-ranking celestial beings cursed and grumbled. Abandoning the fight for the first spiritual root, they each withdrew their tower bodies and the cycle of reincarnation disks, turning to leave.

After speaking, Ye Zhenzhen checked her phone for the time, her tone softening. “It must be past midnight over there. Get some rest early.”

Fortunately, these students had already endured three days of “torment” under Lin Xiuxian, so they were not overly worried about the stern old man.

Ye Feng gave Wu Yun three years to ascend the 1,001 steps. If Wu Yun succeeded, it would prove his talent surpassed Tang San’s. If not, three years of cultivation under the Light of the Primordial God would be enough to transform Wu Yun completely into an unparalleled powerhouse.

To become the CEO of a publicly traded company by twenty-five was truly an unrivaled feat among the young.

The doctor examined Ye Zhenzhen’s right arm. The wounds had nearly healed, so the stitches were removed, the area disinfected, and a special cosmetic ointment applied.

Taking advantage of the man’s lack of resistance, she grabbed his luxurious tie and began to toy with it in her hands.

Wei Xia sensed danger; a thunderous roar erupted from his waist. Before he could clench his fists and strike, the opponent swung a baton, sending him flying like a mere doll.

“So terrifying? Don’t scare me, sir,” Cong Xi exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at Master Zhan.

White Deer rubbed its head against Chu Xia’s face, tickling her. She giggled incessantly. Seeing Chu Xia’s childlike delight, Jing Yuan also laughed.

The two ate and chatted for a long while before Yang Yanqing finally produced a small bag from her handbag.

General Yue Feisui of Eastern Song and General Xiang Yuyan of Southern Han formed an alliance outside Changsha. Their troops marched north to confront the Tang-Ming coalition at Yuzhou’s Guiding Prefecture. This was when Hongxian and Yingxian intervened in the battle formation.

A bottomless, dark cave appeared in the sky, like the gaping maw of a demon.

By then, Lü Bu had arrived in Chang’an. Dong Zhuo informed him that the military token had been stolen. Lü Bu feigned shock but knew it was Li Ru’s scheme. Though cautious of Li Ru, he greeted him politely, seeking an opportunity to crush these traitors.

Moreover, having married Cheng Yiben yesterday as he wished, only the wedding ceremony remained unheld.

Pei Shiyin paid no attention to He Yunjia’s malicious, triumphant expression—her focus was entirely on Ning Minyue’s actions.