Chapter 35: The Gift of a Concubine

"Your Highness, the Emperor has decreed that if you insist on refusing to return to the capital, Prince Jin is to bind you and escort you back to the palace."

Lu Xiao’s voice was steady and unhurried, his expression neither servile nor overbearing. Chu Hanyun had been showered with absolute favor in the palace, and it was only natural that he would be somewhat willful. When he left the capital, Noble Consort Sun had specifically told him that Chu Hanyun was most fond of his second elder brother, Prince Jin, and was always willing to listen to him. Lu Xiao had therefore thought of having the Prince...

I sat in the back of the business vehicle, my head spinning, not knowing what to think—or perhaps, not knowing what I should think.

Through the opened gates, the other contractors slowly made their way inside, and at this moment, Lu Chen reverted to his original form.

"Don't worry, your husband is very capable. I forgot to tell you, my cultivation has improved—I’ve reached the second level of Qi Refining!" Li Ming said with a smile, looking completely at ease.

Handing me a thick stack of documents, I bid farewell to Professor Han and led them out of the conference room.

The Yin-Yang Realm was severely damaged, yet the immortal energy within remained several times stronger than that of the outside world. Indeed, many immortals came here to enter seclusion and attempt to break through to the Profound Immortal realm.

Wherever the black cavalry went, the roads cleared; pedestrians hurriedly retreated to the sides, leaving the main thoroughfare open.

Rolling, low-hanging clouds grew increasingly dense; the sky darkened, and the oppressive, uncomfortable atmosphere in the air became ever more stifling.

This was hardly surprising; for those who cultivated fire-attribute internal energy, the effects of the Blazing Fire Pill were truly profound. If the cultivators of the Cave Void Sect who were born with Yang meridians were to see this pill, they would surely fight tooth and nail for it.

Fatty Zhou did not rest immediately. Under the flickering light, his complexion shifted, his expression unreadable.

He had already stored the Life-Severing Sword within his body. Along with the sword, he carried a golden light—a spiritual message from the Seal of the Heavens’ Radiance, intended for that certain someone in the Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Mansion. Since he had returned, he might as well take this opportunity to settle the matter.

In this environment, Shen Wu’s wood-attribute ability was barely sufficient to serve as a personal shield or to scout the path ahead.

Deep in the mountains, Lu Wuyai and the others discovered a corpse covered in a layer of viscous slime. It looked repulsive, as if it had been dead for a long time.

Although Wei Ziming was a rebel, Chu Shi had seen his fervent, sincere heart clearly in the original plot; the construction of the dam was inevitable.

Though she felt suspicious, Chun Lan knew that a maid’s first duty was loyalty; she would simply do whatever her mistress commanded.

Previously, when Jiang Li was cultivating in the world of immortals, she had encountered many such situations during her training away from the mountain. It only required using internal energy to force out whatever was causing the persistent cough.

Especially Ji Xiuyuan; after hearing her words, he pursed his lips tightly, his gaze toward Jiang Qingwan tinged with a hint of panic.

Those two rough-handed matrons had initially harbored reservations, but upon seeing the large handful of gold melon seeds, their eyes widened in greed.

A cacophony of accusations arose from Class One, and Class Eight was not to be outdone. The class monitors of both classes exchanged glances, briefly burying the hatchet to represent their respective classes, and quickly unified their front.

Because physical evidence could be forged, they could easily claim the dumping of trash was a partnership—they provided the funds, and the original owner provided the labor for waste processing.

"You should ask Mr. Zhao Tiezhu about these things!" County Magistrate Ding said, gesturing toward Zhao Tiezhu.

The man in the suit held a significant position at the Platinum Hotel; ordinary people dared not cause trouble there. He was the manager of the catering department, a formidable character in his own right, yet in the presence of Pan Feirui, he appeared insignificant.

After listening to Zhao Meng’s explanation, Zhao Tiezhu could not help but admire her keen powers of observation. Had it been him, he certainly would not have examined things so meticulously.

In truth, what they considered their trump cards were, in Ye Chen’s eyes, nothing more than laughable displays. The tracking mark they had planted would serve as a key—a key to open the gates of the underworld.