Chapter Fifty: A Mother's Devotion

“Rehabilitation?”

Wen Zhiyan smiled bitterly. “This is neither a government office nor the imperial court. There are only a few of us here. How is Zhiyan supposed to seek rehabilitation?”

Li Honghui was even more puzzled. “Then why did you go to such lengths to get each of us to tell the truth? Your only purpose in escaping exile all this time wasn’t to clear General Wen’s name and restore honor to the Wen family?”

Li Honghui paused before adding, “Why not appeal directly to the emperor?”

Tian Yingran said nothing. Instead, she immediately set up a formation that trapped all the trainees, signaling that something significant was about to unfold.

At this critical moment, Su Mu halted his advance and plunged directly into the lake. He understood that the water’s resistance would weaken the force exerted by Yuxi. Whether this plan would succeed or fail, he could no longer concern himself with the details.

Today was livelier than usual, yet aside from the excitement, it felt remarkably peaceful. When life is peaceful, one tends to feel at ease—perhaps too much so—because I found myself becoming somewhat restless.

Qian Wan stepped out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, silently lamenting that although the emperor was lazy in governance and turned a blind eye to the corruption and factionalism of his relatives and confidants, which had plunged the court into chaos, the situation was still better than before.

Zhang Yunze was stunned. The sudden turn of events caused his mind to freeze. When a staff member handed him the knight’s cap, he slowly came back to his senses.

Today marked the opening of the Linglong Secret Realm. She had to arrive at its entrance before noon.

Previously, the grandmaster had entered headquarters only when accompanied by Yang Min. Without Yang Min’s guidance, he could not enter on his own.

The path of cultivation is filled with solitary tears; the true way of the mortal world bears the marks of time. Even cultivators have their own things to protect.

Nan Qingyan felt a chill from behind. Before he could react, a sharp pain struck his back, and his body uncontrollably flew backward.

It should be known that this celestial prison held only serious criminals. To prevent escapes, everything here was specially designed, including a complex nine-layer formation with formidable defenses.

The corridor was littered with trash—empty cans, discarded papers scattered everywhere—accompanied by a faint stench.

Although cultivation was possible here, the spiritual energy was too singular. Breaking the mortal shackles to reach the Qi Refining stage would likely consume one’s entire lifetime.

Zhou Pin remained dignified, following Qin Tian as they left the palace city and headed to Ding Yong’s residence.

Yi Shuihan had also seized an opportunity, his strength rising once more to match Jun Wushuang’s, reaching near-emperor level.

After thorough inspection, the engineers from the various construction units were all left dumbfounded.

“How should I put it? Isn’t this film a joint production? After watching, my biggest impression was the clear gap in skill between the Chinese and Japanese screenwriters and directors—the level wasn’t even comparable.”

He wielded the Asura Demon Blade, his body surging with demonic energy. Three heads and six arms manifested, as though possessed by a demon god.

After arranging everything, Xiao Duolong and the remaining patrol officers pressed Angelina forward, heading to the city patrol bureau.

The captain was furious, and the village chief knew he had mishandled things that morning. Thinking ahead, the children in his village would still need to rely on the captain for work.

After regaining some composure, Yan Zhen looked around and realized he was still trapped inside the Seven Treasures Glazed Lantern, unable to escape.

Indeed, the special jade slip crafted to break the blockade and enable transmission was not useless; yet before the transmission vanished, someone followed closely—a scoundrel of the Sacred Clan, Xiao Ziling, who shared the same foul nature.

“Buzz~” The two massive lion eyes of the Red Qilin suddenly glowed blood red, emitting a terrifying force that slammed into Han Yao.

In the kitchen, Wang Yuelian and Wang Xiruo were busy. Wang Xiruo couldn’t cook well, but she was meticulous in chopping ingredients.

After an unknown duration, Nalan Ruyan finally awoke. She parted her lips from Lin Yi’s and withdrew her body from his embrace.

The two men upfront were none other than Long Zun Ye and Long Zun Li—both fierce warriors. Behind them were likely Long Zun Tiao, Long Zun Deng, Long Zun Kan, and Long Zun Jian. Though these men were less renowned than Long Zun Ye and Long Zun Li, they were all first-rate figures.