Extra Story Two

Therefore, the ministers present were well aware of the gravity of the situation. Even though Ancestor Fengtian was favoring his own people by rescuing Yan Wuqing, no one dared to voice any objections.

The three elders exchanged glances, their resolve beginning to waver. Could it be that Nalan Qingyun had truly cheated?

This incident happened a very long time ago. Mr. Huang looked at both of us and said, "You both should know by now that Yin Xiujuan is a ghost and has existed for a very long time, right?"

We inquired along the way until we reached Madam Nan's ward. Because Nan Jinnian had secured a private suite for her, she did not have to share a room with other psychiatric patients.

This secret technique required the sacrifice of his own life force; unless absolutely necessary, he would never resort to using it.

A stir rippled through the guests at the funeral parlor. A father had lost his son—a tragedy of the old burying the young—yet someone had delivered wreaths adorned with characters for "Double Happiness," with couplets bearing the mocking message: "May this day repeat every year, may this joy return every age."

"Swish!" An ice sword materialized out of thin air, its tip pointing straight at the throat of the Three-Eyed Whale. The one gripping the hilt was none other than the Snow Sprite.

Yu Zhengming entered the main hall in silence, followed closely by his three sons—the second generation—along with Yu Yuan and Yu Hao.

"My idol, you've finally arrived!" It was already five-thirty. Yu Qingtong, already dressed and video-calling her two children at home, was being fussed over by a frantic styling team in the hotel. The moment they saw Sheng Xuzhe walk through the door, they rushed over.

Watching his handsome profile and the elegant way he cut his food, Su Wan couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

He was overjoyed, feeling as though he had a belly full of words to share with him. He paced back and forth in the hall. Just as he turned to look toward the entrance, Lord Yuchi came into view, looking visibly nervous.

"Is this... a Dragon-Transforming Stone?" Long'er was the first to sense the energy aura unique to the stone. Refined by Luo Yuchen, the energy fluctuations had become even purer.

A cold north wind began to rise, carrying biting frost. Mount Taihe was a tapestry of green and yellow, its sparse trees swaying in the void as withered leaves drifted on the wind, swirling into the Tang army camp at the foot of the mountain.

Although Arfu had just been reborn and her power remained unstable, she still strove to help Guan Ruolin spread the True Spirit Mark until sweat beaded on her forehead and she finally had to stop.

Agula found the defense exhausting. A moment ago, he had commented on someone else breaking into a cold sweat, but now, he was the one drenched in it. For Narisu, he was clearly pitting his own strength against his opponent's weakness; anyone with eyes could see who would win.

Although she could wield a multitude of elemental energies, strangely, she could not control them effectively. Her energy aura fluctuated between strong and weak, just as it was now—she had a decent grasp of wind energy, but her control over fire energy was tenuous.

Actually, it was not difficult for him to release the spiritual power of the Elf race, because their power always derived from the same source: the two forces of Light and Wood.

Cang Jianli and Chiyou unleashed their strikes simultaneously—the Flying Rainbow Blade and the Golden Thunder Blade—leaving the guards blocking the palace gate dead or wounded. With a coordinated roar, they shattered the gate’s barrier, and with a thunderous crash, the palace gates swung open.

"But our grain and fodder supplies have already been shipped toward Gaozhi. In just a few days, how can we possibly gather enough to supply Yanzhou again?" Li Jiancheng asked, his face etched with worry.

"Are all of you in the Tian family so overconfident? No wonder your line hasn't produced a powerhouse in generations." With that, he flicked a finger at the incoming 'Xuanming Palm,' and the technique shattered without a trace.

"Fine, I understand." Although my master’s words weren't particularly pleasant, I suddenly found myself feeling a sense of anticipation for this trip, even though I hadn't been keen on it at first. In truth, I didn't even know what I was looking forward to.

Xue Linghe gazed at the sky, dazed. He could not fathom what level of cultivation could cause such terrifying anomalies before even beginning the tribulation.

Even at this life-or-death juncture, they didn't seem to be contemplating how to make a choice, but rather their thoughts had wandered a hundred thousand miles away.

It was just strange—why did these stones feel lighter than the one by the flower bed? That one by the flower bed must have weighed a hundred pounds or so, right? Her current body hadn't been trained; it should only be able to handle about a hundred pounds.

He swiftly snatched a rifle from a team member and fired at the ronin one by one. Their snarling expressions froze, and those struggling with swords collapsed mechanically.

These were the familiar red lanterns she knew, only there were twelve pairs instead of six. The palace silk on the lanterns seemed more vibrant, and the red candles inside more exquisite.

However, based on the old woman's words, it seemed she hadn't found her child for many years. It would clearly be inappropriate for me to pry any further, so I decided to rest and recuperate before making my move. I spent the night resting alongside these poor souls.

Mu Qianya stared at Mu Qianxun in astonishment. "You? Mu Youchen? That form of address isn't quite appropriate, is it?" Yet, Mu Qingyou didn't seem to mind at all.

The space vibrated, and everyone felt a suffocating pressure descending upon them.

Mu Shaohua, who had been standing beside Lin Maoshan watching the spectacle, could no longer sit still. Ning Yunhuan also recognized the man who had fallen to the ground. With his handsome, star-like brows and delicate features, who else could it be but Mu Jinyan, who had feigned foolishness in their past life?

For all these reasons, Xiao Jingxi became the Prince of Yanbei, remaining in Yanbei with his Princess and young son, while his eldest son, Azhu, became the Crown Prince and reaped the benefits.

As soon as a demon reaches the Demon Spirit level, it possesses rudimentary intelligence and can perform simple reasoning, much like a seven- or eight-year-old human child.

"Does the strategist believe her words are credible?" the Southern General wondered. He suspected Ning Yunyou was merely trying to save her own skin, and her accomplices might not risk their lives for information that might not even be important.

When Ning Yunxiao turned her head and saw Li Yiyan staring at her, she felt a sudden rush of embarrassment. Her belly was so large now that even she felt self-conscious, yet Li Yiyan not only showed no disdain, but he was also staring at her in a daze, which made her feel incredibly shy.