Chapter 47: A Bit Tedious

“Well, this is all we can do now,” Yang Yongzhang nodded helplessly. Truth be told, he had already given up completely; although his brother, Old Seven, had been killed by Cao Bin, the fact that any of them survived was also thanks to Cao Bin, who had dealt with the man in the floral shirt. Though it wasn’t that Cao Bin had come specifically to rescue them—it was more of a twist of fate...

Yanzhi, feeling her face flush as she turned her back to Jing Xing, waited for the warmth to fade before glancing at him. She saw that he lay behind her, fully dressed, even his court boots still on, eyes closed, his complexion pale and bluish.

Back when Lu Ming had only mastered the first layer of the True Dragon Battle Arts, he could already leap across ranks to slay his adversaries.

Ru Yunqian, always shy and reserved, found it hard to speak directly with Liu Jiangqing without the support of a gift. Now, to ask Jiang Yuanren for help outright seemed an overwhelmingly daunting task.

Lin Hao was like an intruder in a village, squinting as he looked here and there, curiosity brimming in his eyes.

Lu Ming moved with a flicker, darting into the Hundred Gods Slope. The guards noticed nothing—not a trace.

Yet, this was not his own action, for the opponent still had seven seconds of protection remaining; it wasn’t time to strike.

He was always ill, often causing a commotion, and she spent her days on edge, fearing this frail brother would follow their parents into the afterlife.

Thus, the most crucial training course Hengdao Yijian designed for Ru Yunqian was reaction in battle. He specially invited Li You to be her sparring partner, who pummeled her for a full week. By the end, Ru Yunqian was practicing blocks and dodges in her dreams, her mind so drilled it could hardly rest.

As soon as Amy said she was hungry, Si Ming immediately summoned the waiter to order dishes. Worried the food would take too long and she’d be impatient, he ordered a fruit platter to be prepared and served right away.

“I don’t have such thick skin,” Yanzhi replied, pursing her lips. “Selling a house just to buy rouge and powder?”

Longqing dared not neglect his duty, holding aloft his black peach blossom emblem in his right hand as he approached, while his left hand gripped the tattered scroll of sand, poised to fight at any moment.

The chaotic space was suffused with primal energy, able to accommodate all things; any plant could thrive there, so there was no need to worry that the fire-loving Red Scale Tree would fail to survive. In fact, the nourishing chaos energy would make its growth even better.

In the past, when asked where home was, she never knew what to say—was it Mount Min, Weicheng, or Hebei County where Ning Que found her? But now she suddenly remembered she must have been born in Chang’an, and for some reason this brought her joy.

It was just an ordinary low growl, but Luo Min finally couldn’t withstand it any longer. Her body weakened, and she collapsed onto the ground.

“Hey, David, glad you’re not late,” Richards greeted Wang David warmly, linking arms with him in a gesture of intimacy.

If, in the past, Lady Eleven’s heart had always been anxious, seeing him open a silver mine put her at ease—he had the ability, and should anything happen, he’d likely be able to protect himself. Now all he lacked was experience.

These dozen or so guards from the Tang Dynasty hailed from the Chang’an Feathered Forest Army, specially selected to accompany the Fourth Princess into the grasslands as part of her dowry. Naturally, they were the elite of the military, yet in today's battle outside the North Mountain Pass, their performance was strangely different.

No wonder he dared to oppose the Shan family, no wonder he could produce six black phoenix feathers at once. It was because he was Longyuan—that explained everything.

Now, Lei Ying truly felt a sense of belonging to Bright Town, and his respect for Su Jiangchen had evolved from mere admiration of his martial prowess to all-encompassing reverence.

Yun Kuo, after much deliberation, could only utter this one sentence before rushing off to the battlefield.