Section Seven and Eight: The Beautiful Scarlet Smartweed Islet

The physician did not recognize Lin Yin and said impatiently, “Wait a while, wait a while. Am I not allowed to sleep? Do you know what hour it is?” Lin Yin smiled without replying. Someone beside the physician tugged at his sleeve, urging him not to say more. The physician did not understand, but merely glared at Lin Yin again and fell silent.

Just as I was preparing to leave, an unexpected figure appeared, pacing back and forth in front of the talent market’s key recruitment fair. At first, I could hardly believe it was him, but his image was deeply etched in my memory; even after all this time, I still remembered his handsome face.

“Put this on first. Come to the Disciplinary Hall later. I have something to say to you.” With that, he turned and left.

The terrain along the riverbank was open and exposed; any movement of troops and horses would be immediately noticed by the enemy. Xiahou Dun questioned the scouts in detail about the situation on the Amu River’s bank, forming a plan in his mind.

“Sword… sword energy! You actually cultivated sword energy…” Shen Ze stammered, a trace of fear flickering in his eyes. It was hard to imagine that such sword energy came from one so young.

Originally, if Jing Cheng had not insisted on bringing the matter before the Emperor, the Xie family’s influence in the Ministry of Justice would have been enough to condemn Dai Jin to death.

I studied these drawings—they were truly impressive, and most were original works, depicting anime characters that had never appeared onscreen before.

Not long after arriving at the Guo residence, someone came to inform Guo Ying, “Li Fuguo was assassinated last night, and his head is missing. The Emperor has ordered a wooden head to be made as a replacement and has commanded a search for the assassin.” Guo Ying feigned shock and asked, “Are there any clues as to who committed the crime?” His subordinate shook his head, replying that there were none.

“Bang! Bang! Rat-a-tat-tat!” Chaotic gunfire erupted at the corner, brazenly proclaiming itself. This was the only escape route for Lei Ting and her group, so the fighting here never ceased.

“It’s the first time, so it must be grand. We can’t let others laugh at our Tianfeng Kingdom for lacking in propriety,” Zhou Benyuan said with a faint smile.

This scene left even the priest dumbfounded. He could not understand why a demon should bask in divine radiance. Many thieves had been executed before, and many followers of the God of Light had died, but when they died, it was as if a lamp had been snuffed out—nothing happened at all.

“It was I who let Red Ghost in to seek my brother’s soul,” I explained to Mo Han on Red Ghost’s behalf, for Red Ghost had been diligent and dutiful these past days.

The ceramic artisan Huang Sitiao called out, “Let me help too!” With that, he quickly fashioned a blue-and-white vase and tossed it into the air to capture the red energy.

She had never even seen that phone, nor did she have any idea how it ended up in her bag.

“I hope you can still laugh so happily in a moment—kill!” Lin Yuanfeng didn’t even bother to speak to him and immediately ordered his men to attack. Li Hongwei sneered, curling his lip. He’d routed them so many times before—did they really think things would be different now?

The ground was littered with a jumble of items. Yin manipulated fine threads, searching back and forth without knowing which was the object she sought.

Words spoken from the heart like these had not passed between the siblings for a long time. Today felt like a return to four years ago, and Tang Pianpian felt a sense of peace.

My brother was gradually faltering, so I immediately swung my sword and absorbed most of the ghost energy on his behalf.

The dowry was clearly meant for my own use—why, as a living person, would I need a bunch of paper effigies for my dowry?

Red Ghost was struck and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He tried several times to advance, but his body stubbornly refused to obey.

“There are six Gold Immortal-level beast commanders, one hundred and thirteen Celestial Immortal-level beast lords, and the remaining more than five million are all the lowest-ranked beasts…” Wei Zhong reported. The tally from his scout fleet was unlikely to be significantly off.

He opened his umbrella and slowly walked out of the Crown Prince’s residence, heading toward the Grand Prefecture.

Due to special circumstances today, all key departmental leaders within the Imperial City were required to attend court.

“Sorry, this is a ninja’s fate.” Bai drew flying needles into his hand, his expression unusually grave.

The Demon King, wreathed in blazing black fire, ascended the sky as if climbing a staircase, slowly approaching the three flying dragons. The dragons hastily pulled away, circling frantically in midair.

Compared to his level-70 inferior weapon, this crossbow was level-80 intermediate grade. Though still trash, to Sam it was already astonishing.

“Yan Luo, what are you doing? Guarding Fengdu Ghost City is our duty, even unto death. Would you have him destroy it and plunge the world into chaos?” a ghost general shouted angrily.

“I’ll show everyone the farm I live on now. It’s a pity it’s raining today, or I’d have streamed outside.” Saying this, she aimed her phone’s camera out the window; through the glass, the scene was not very clear on the video.

“I am going to the Federal Starship Design Institute for further study. Since designing the Galaxy, I’ve realized many of my shortcomings. A warship is not like an exploration vessel—its design requirements are much stricter, leaving no room for error.”

“Commander, urgent news!” Just as Klass was overwhelmed by the situation, Meining entered the tent, his face clouded.

“I heard from others. At first, I thought it wasn’t serious, but I just saw the marks on his leg,” Lin Mingxing said, his eyes full of regret.

Snowfall was so anxious her teeth chattered. How could she have been caught red-handed by this man?

“What the heck! Stop following us!” Lin Xiner shouted, dragging Yuan Bingyan away.

At this moment, Mu Yucheng, who had been nearby, perked up her ears, looking every inch the curious child.

Now, the cultivators who had been hesitating no longer wavered. Their strength was inferior even to Bai Lizhe’s; against Tang Yan, they were not in the same league. To move against Tang Yan now would be courting death.

“The dream of marrying a prince is shattered, and Cinderella is back to her original form!” Xia Yiqi sneered harshly.

Because of this, each of them had lost many disciples at the half-step Nirvana Saint level, which made their hearts bleed.

“Arrogant fool, still spouting nonsense. Die!” Elder Chi shouted in fury, his enormous palm sweeping toward Tang Yan with a roar.