Chapter 34: In the Same Boat

"Nanny Wu!"

Xia Qiqi gasped, a hint of playful reproach in her voice as she realized who had arrived. "You gave me such a fright! People can die of fright like that!"

Nanny Wu’s face flushed red, and she hurriedly knelt, performing a deep kowtow. "This old servant pays her respects to Your Highness the Princess Consort."

Xia Qiqi had spent the last few days in such comfort and ease that she had nearly forgotten about this ticking time bomb by her side. Ever since her wedding night, she had not summoned Nanny Wu once.

Prince Jin’s Residence.

"But things didn't go according to your script. Your plan hit a snag; that doesn't sound like the Cnobbi I know," Rebecca said, turning her head to admire the intense magical collision still raging outside the porthole.

Her gaze turned icy. Ye Haitang felt a sudden chill run down her spine. Despite it being the height of midsummer—a heat that hadn't dissipated even with the fall of night—she felt as though a blast of frost had washed over her.

What of Lü Ming? He had already passed out. Leaving aside his tattered clothes and the handprints covering his body, the most critical injury was his entire right arm, which had completely vanished. Shredded flesh and shattered bone lay scattered across the floor, the intense stench of blood enough to make one gag. Looking at his faint, flickering breath, it was clear he was hanging by a thread.

However, since these were merely fabrications of the illusion, Liu Qianjun truly didn't want to engage with them. Yet, it was clear that the master of this illusion would not let him off so easily.

Seeing him turn back, Mo Fei hurriedly asked, desperate to know why Mo Jing had been wounded.

The Han siblings, moved by the sense of camaraderie displayed by the group, saw Han Hongmei immediately offer to brew more medicinal potions in case of emergency.

"Wave after wave, an endless stream, never stopping for a moment. There must be at least ten thousand of them!" Bai Yao replied in a low, grim voice.

The two had parted ways amicably several days prior. Therefore, Yang and Jessica’s intimate contact and dinner were entirely normal social interactions. At the end of the report, both expressed their well-wishes for the other's future.

Scenes like this were playing out everywhere. With every blink of an eye, countless soldiers fell, yet both armies were caught in a blood-blinded frenzy. Even as night fell and visibility vanished, whenever anyone approached, they would strike out with a blade without a word, only stopping or changing direction if they sensed something was amiss.

For some reason, however, those green rays of light were being absorbed by Li Langfeng, drawn one by one into his lacerated flesh.

The next moment, an incomparably dazzling sword light pierced through the heavens and the winds. From within that light stepped a figure in black—star-like brows and sword-like eyes, cold and extraordinary.

Yet, all eyes remained fixed on Luo Xingfeng and Luo Chen, for everyone knew they posed the greatest threat.

Though she felt her friend was truly pitiful to be married off to a man she had never met, wasn't that just how things were in this day and age?

Only a few high-level experts with keen instincts and sharp vigilance managed to parry the blinding, lightning-fast blade, leaping backward repeatedly to escape unscathed.

Chai Qi and Peng Ze, who had arrived with the ship, were shocked by the power of the ballista, but recalling the mysterious bamboo tubes from earlier, they felt little surprise.

Before the royal palace, Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spoke calmly, and then stepped forward toward the palace.

Hearing the Emperor's question, Tang Xuebin took a quiet breath, steadied herself, and spoke the words she had rehearsed many times over.

Once her heart had calmed a bit, Ming Yenu used the "Art of Qingwu" to observe the surrounding terrain. She discovered that this tree pit faced a green belt and backed onto sand, perfectly matching the auspicious features of the "Red Phoenix Lair."

Although the inn was humble, it was well-equipped, with hot water for bathing and a television.

Across the land, scattered dead leaves were stirred by the breeze; within the tranquility, countless intentions to kill were hidden.

Looking out, one could see the terrain ahead was open, yet at first glance, it appeared as though the vegetation had withered significantly.