Volume 1, Chapter 38: Preparing the Divine Medicine

In the end, Li Xian left the Prince Xian’s mansion. He had accepted a task—the task of treating the Princess of Prince Xian! If this undertaking were to prove fraudulent, it would mark the greatest catastrophe since his arrival in this ancient era. Prince Xian would never tolerate a quack doctor running a scam in his household; it was highly probable that he would be executed. However, if he truly cured the Princess, or at least ensured her well-being during her bouts of illness, he would become the Prince’s benefactor. Thus, the risk Li Xian faced remained immense. Risk and opportunity are often positively correlated. To be honest, had it been any other ailment, Li Xian would not have been so confident. Even for a simple common cold...

The blue starry sky background, white and yellow nebulae, dark red flames, and the faint, flickering image of a village.

"While I was mooching off the store's Wi-Fi to play games, you were actually spying on the confidential secrets of Yuedong Technology?" Huang Shen felt instantly that his own college life was far too plain and unremarkable.

"I won't eat it!" Gu Ming shoved away the bowl in Lin Zhihao's hand. The porridge he had painstakingly prepared spilled onto the floor, staining his knees.

The driver said, "You got it," and slammed on the gas. After driving about twenty meters, the car suddenly came to a screeching halt.

Lin Yunxi only wanted to vent her grievances so that Gu Ming and Mu Qitian would successfully divorce, which would allow her to leave this home. She hadn't expected that as she spoke, she would become so earnest that even she could no longer distinguish whether she was speaking the truth or merely acting.

"What do you think?" In the hall, Ai Wen asked An Cheng, who was staring blankly at the room in the corner while clearing the table.

Ai Wen became furious at the mere mention of it. She had said it hundreds of times, yet the person in question acted as if it were none of her concern and took none of her words to heart. She really had too much time on her hands to worry about someone she had only met a few times.

Ye Xingchen frowned slightly, using his spiritual sense and the Purple Cloud Ring to carefully scan his surroundings, but he found nothing.

These three ultimate techniques were the "Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Extinguishing Great Purple Sun Hand," the "Heaven-Withering and Earth-Exhausting Great Blazing Sun Method," and the "Heaven-Shifting and Earth-Turning Great Displacement Art."

In all honesty, Lin Yunxi had only been being polite with that remark; who could have known that the next second, Mu Qian would shamelessly agree to it.

If she were to tell others of this thought, they would certainly mock her. Would Murong Qianshang, the man who held the title of "Human Butcher," the dignified "Scar-Faced God of Death," truly dislike killing? If he disliked killing, why would he have slaughtered tens of thousands of Uyghur rebels?

Xiao Yiyi shook her head, shrugged, and helplessly recounted the day's events to Si Yan.

"You have no relation to us whatsoever. What right do we have to let you take care of us?" Father Song moved his body slowly, his words permeated with the desolation of a wasteland.

The enmity of a murdered father is a feud that cannot coexist under the same sky. Han Shuo truly had not taken her seriously, which was why he kept targeting her loved ones. First her eldest brother, then her father—did he really think she was so easy to bully and would not retaliate at all?

In truth, he had no idea that the troops he was chasing were actually Guo Fan’s, not Murong Qianshang’s.

In a fit of irritation, she lifted her foot and stomped down hard, the sharp, slender heel of her shoe driving directly into the man’s expensive leather shoe.

The next second, she looked around, but still could not see a single taxi. Unable to wait any longer, she took off running, gasping for air.

Murong Qianshang suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of loneliness wash over him, as if a dark cloud were shrouding his heart. He had never imagined he would end up in such a predicament. He had once promised his grandfather and father that he would protect the Great Qi Empire for ten years. Now, only six years had passed—was he to sacrifice his life for Great Qi already?

Taking the money pouch, he immediately spotted a familiar pair of gold hairpins. The tips of the hairpins were inlaid with emerald green butterfly-shaped jade, and the shafts were entwined with gold thread that wound downward, gradually forming the shape of willow leaves. The entire jade pin had been carved from a single piece of raw stone, natural and brilliant, shimmering with light.

These two were definitely involved in this matter. "Damned bastard!" Li Shuang spat out the "cake" in his mouth and cursed, his eyes sweeping over the others present.

Shi Hui grabbed the drumsticks and struck the war drum three times. Several rows of soldiers emerged from the city gates in perfect formation. There were not many soldiers, perhaps only a few thousand, and they were all infantry. However, these infantrymen all wore identical military uniforms, thin quilted jackets, rattan armor, and long spears.

If anyone claimed there were no hidden hands pushing this, nobody would believe it. At the very least, Yue Zhen and Liu Dongyan had done their fair share of fueling the flames from behind the scenes.

In fact, Bai Kun felt he still had the strength to climb higher, as it had only taken him thirteen days to comprehend the supernatural powers of the twenty-sixth floor; he simply hadn't gone to push open that door yet.

The spiritual energy generated by the seven beads was already immense; each one could condense into a spiritual mountain.

Although Zhang Haotian could imitate the fluctuations of these laws, he immediately sensed a Saint’s aura suddenly appearing within the Laws of Creation.

The Gu insect was caught off guard; by the time it realized what was happening, it was too late. With a boom, it was engulfed and swallowed by the fire-attribute spiritual energy.

A vast aura of a Saint rose from the Creation Dojo, blocking the path of the Saint Jieyin.

Having already opened the Level 20 Combat Gift Package, Ye Xiaofeng had no expectations for this Level 7 gift package.

As for those floating in mid-air, they were the prominent immortals of this Xianting Jifeng Heaven. They would observe the performance of the immortals climbing the stairs and select a few outstanding ones to be their disciples.

Judging by the light, the sound, and the speed at which the blast wave was spreading, the battle ahead was at least three to four thousand miles away.

Listening to Jing Feng’s words, Shan Sibai stopped even fanning himself. Xia Ying frowned, chewing thoughtfully, and Baili Fengye likewise set aside his half-disdainful expression.

Without warning, his heart suddenly grew scorching hot, and immediately after, he felt a raging fire ignite from the depths of his soul.

After simple, perfunctory greetings and conversation, Zhang Chen took Wei Mingfeng and left first.

In an instant, Liu Xiahui felt a splitting, heart-wrenching pain in his head. He knelt on one knee, clutching his head tightly with both hands, groaning incessantly, while blood dripped from his nose.

At the very least, many people reached a consensus: that Shen Ao was truly despicable and must be taught a lesson. For a time, there were insults everywhere—memorials being submitted, poems being written. Even the ministries and government offices were involved; if they couldn't handle him, couldn't they at least out-curse him?