Chapter 46

Perhaps catching sight of Bei Wangxiu, Falling Rain drifted down from the tree, beginning her habitual soliloquy.

Since it is being built higher, it must also be made thicker. The thickness of the entire outer wall has been expanded to five meters wide, and then it slowly stretches upward into the air. Sometimes, when I look at this massive ring of outer walls, it feels as if we are constructing a city wall, giving me a sense of having traveled back to ancient times.

After Xia Zhihan left, Xia Mengxi entered the house. Biyi had already boiled water and brought in a bronze basin for Xia Mengxi to wipe her face.

"My master knew that the two of you would arrive at this hour, so preparations within the Donghua Immortal Trace were completed a full two hours in advance. Although the setting appears somewhat rudimentary, I believe it still reflects the utmost sincerity of our Donghua Immortal Sect. My master is waiting for you both in the grand hall!" With these words, she gestured slightly with a smile on her face.

Reaching out, a concentrated ball of brilliant white light condensed at her fingertips. With a flick of her finger, the white light shot toward Yan Qin's forehead, gradually spreading across his entire body. Yan Qin instantly felt a warm sensation coursing through him, and the irritability and rage he felt earlier vanished entirely.

Xia Mengning lowered her head, standing quietly beside Zhangsun Yun. Both possessed celestial appearances, instantly silencing all whispers in the courtyard.

Beneath the warm yellow streetlamp, her figure was drawn out long, the lonely reflection appearing somewhat desolate.

At that moment, Lala returned from the restroom and was extremely surprised to see Tang Tianfang holding Xiao Yun's hand.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, he pulled away the rampaging magical beasts, rescued Dabao—who had been beaten into a pig-head shape—and tossed it aside to continue playing dead.

"Yet I can tell you right now, even as a concubine, you have no chance whatsoever!" The words were forced one by one through the gap in his lips. Following this sneer, he turned around resolutely, his eyes shimmering with an icy, frost-like brilliance.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have called upon the Seven Swords of the South. That way, with Ah Qing present, they would still have had a chance to escape. But now, they probably didn't even have a sliver of a chance to get away.

Employing over eighty thousand captured young-bodied men from the Xiongnu, Wuhuan, and various Hu tribes as laborers, construction proceeded gradually, with the layout of villages, townships, counties, and prefectures mirroring those of the interior prefectures.

Amidst the cheers, three wine cups collided heavily, droplets of wine splashing onto the table. The three of them paid no heed, entirely absorbed in drinking to their heart's content.

She felt somewhat depressed. Sure enough, this entertainment industry was never an easy place to navigate. By now, she had guessed the situation with near certainty.

"This... didn't I already tell you? At the time, she threatened me by saying she would casually marry just about any man. Being soft-hearted and afraid that she might do something drastic, I had no choice but to use this delaying tactic!" Dan'er explained.

Overall, however, the pros outweighed the cons. Once it ended, a burden was lifted from her mind, and she no longer had to bear the psychological pressure of being a secret lover.

He wanted to figure out what was going on, yet no matter what he tried, he simply could not make sense of it.

Her phone rang midway, but it was on silent, so Wu Zhixie missed the call from Yuan Yiyi.

He suddenly shot upward, suspended in the midair, watching this convoy of police cars drive off into the distance, and finally could not help bursting into laughter.

The nobles were astute; they understood what raising a dragon entailed—it meant they could maintain immediate contact and even friendship with Mr. Andre.

"No! Gu Santong spoke with superficial courtesy, but if you randomly take a piece and break your word, the Bone Clan will definitely not let you off!" Jialian said righteously.

By defeating a Japanese martial arts master at such a tender age, Zhang Kun won glory for Chinese martial arts and simultaneously propelled himself to the pinnacle of the Chinese martial arts community.

Xingtian did not say much more, transforming instantly into a giant—a bronze-colored titan stepping upon the heavens, propping up chaos, standing towering between heaven and earth like an ancient demon god.

Hu Yao gripped Yi Min's hand tightly, never loosening his hold. Even when their first child was born, he merely glanced at it to see it was a boy. The palm of his hand was already bleeding, mixing with the sweat from Yi Min's palm, yet the burning, stinging pain failed to make him frown. He gazed at Yi Min with such profound affection that the encouragement and comfort in his eyes almost caused Yi Min to lose herself.

Without a long, title-laden name or excessive narration, a simple self-introduction caused many hearts to skip a beat inexplicably.

In Lin Shuo's embrace, Mu Yan'er and Shangguan Qingcheng glared at each other, refusing to give up their rivalry even at a time like this.

Fang Yan did not make exorbitant demands either, asking only for a spiritual fire of the same rank as the Golden Crow True Fire—something the Qiushui Sect also lacked. Otherwise, how could Lan Lingji not have thought of this solution earlier, and how could things have escalated to this point?

"Hh, today's young people carry such a heavy scent of gunpowder even just greeting one another. They probably didn't eat a proper breakfast," Chen Yujie joked with a smile. Although he did not know whether these two young chess players had any past grievances, their exchange could hardly be considered friendly.

"Shaoyangzi is ranked among the top ten young masters of the Infinite Palace, and he practices the Pure Yang Dao Scripture; truly extraordinary," Zhu Yuqing nodded and said.

The heavenly soldier acknowledged the order, turned, and left the Hall of Miraculous Mist. A short while later, Li Chongmao walked in.

Even the guardian masters who practiced this method found reincarnation extremely arduous, let alone Lu Feng. For a monk carrying the "Wisdom King" up the mountain, if any single aspect fell short—insufficient fortune, inadequate destiny, lacking wisdom, or deficient perseverance—it would crush more than just one monk to death.

Therefore, it was impossible that these deities had harmed Caitai Lunzhu. Having shared his conclusion with Master Zhenshi, Master Zhenshi remained silent, pacing back and forth. Amidst his chanting, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.

This "plague" could do nothing to the Lu Feng before her, but to the livestock and people outside, it spelled fatal disaster—especially upon seeing Lu Feng gather up her "plague."