Chapter 33: The Crown Princess?

With a mindset of “why not give it a try,” Xue Qinghe never expected that he would truly have the opportunity to unlock the Martial Soul Fusion Technique with Tang Niannian. Over the past month, he had spent nearly every day by her side. Inevitably, rumors began to spread throughout the palace that the Crown Prince Qinghe was infatuated with a woman.

As the imperial crown prince, such rumors naturally drew the personal attention of Emperor Xue Ye, who summoned Qinghe for questioning.

Qinghe had reached a suitable age for marriage, yet no suitable match had been found for him.

The Reaper seized an opportunity and struck the Ripper’s neck with a single blow. The Ripper was caught off guard, gasping for air, dizziness overtook him, and he collapsed.

Douglas sighed deeply. At this point, he feared even such ferocious creatures could no longer be intimidated. Yet a glint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

“Alright then, let’s go catch a carriage at the entrance,” Zhuo Nan said as he turned to leave first.

In the past, Huo Qubing would wait here every day for her, accompanying her to school. Sometimes, if she woke up late, echoes of Huo Qubing’s slightly annoyed calls would often be heard.

“Friends?” I wasn’t sure whether to believe it. It seemed like good news for me, yet I felt no joy at all.

No sooner had Yi Chuan spoken than the soldiers eagerly began to ask questions. To them, these Wild Rhino Knights were regarded as special forces—naturally, every soldier wanted to prove themselves.

At this moment, the restaurant was bustling with activity—tomorrow was opening day. Whether cleaning or preparing for the grand opening, everyone was busy. When Chen Fei arrived, all stopped hurriedly to greet their boss.

Facing the newborn sun, Mengzi plunged into the lake, swam a lap, then climbed ashore to begin sword training with Kraken. Kraken offered no guidance, saying nothing, simply practicing moves on his own—each strike and parry a basic, primal sword technique, devoid of flourish.

Compared to that improvement, Chen Fei was more focused on enhancing his fire element. Standing within the pillar of flame, he absorbed a substantial amount of fire, causing a significant increase in his elemental power—at least twenty percent higher than before, a far greater boost than the previous five percent reward.

His consciousness was consumed by boundless agony, as if born to live forever in this sea of torment, amid the raging inferno’s waves—like a fragile boat constantly threatened by overwhelming tides. For the first time, Han Xiang realized how utterly lonely she was, and for the first time, she felt fear of that loneliness.

Having used up most of her tools without gaining anything, Tasadin was truly a case of losing both bride and soldier.

Watching the other’s coy demeanor, Yi Han’s lips twitched involuntarily, while a tumultuous wave of revulsion surged within him.

Many of the demon cultivators were originally fierce beasts; their bloodlines and aura were extraordinarily sensitive. Now that the Painted Immortal was slumbering, the only one capable of emitting such a powerful aura was the mysterious Zhongzi of their clan.

Now she remembered—after having his child and pouring out all her love, he told her he had forgotten her seven years ago.

To be honest, she never felt this way before. It was only now, seeing it, that many boys suddenly harbored thoughts in their hearts.

After all, this was pressure exerted jointly by most countries worldwide, and who knew whether it might ultimately spark a third world war.

“Do you know who it is?” After a brief silence, Old Master Huo spoke. He had caught the crucial part. Yet anyone with such ability was unlikely to be a good person.

This time, Jiang Pang had learned his lesson; he leaned back slightly, keeping his face five meters away to avoid being harmed by his “poison gas” again.

Unlike the eager anticipation downstairs, the private room upstairs was deathly silent. There was no noisy music, no flashing lights—only three men sat quietly as if they were invisible. Especially Huo Ziyu in the center, whose expression was as blank and serene as a great Buddha statue.