Chapter 26: Giving Thanks

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Tianfeng, already anxious beyond measure, could no longer restrain herself.

“You bastard! What are you doing? My grandfather just coughed up blood!”

Her phoenix eyes glared at Xu Yang as she strode toward him on her long, slender legs.

Xu Yang paid her no heed, continuing to pat Dongfang Shubian’s back.

With a sudden splutter—

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Hearing my voice, he turned sharply. When he saw me, dressed as a man, he was startled for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter. The tension on his face gradually eased away.

Sui Feng was speechless as he looked at Xuan Yuan Tianxin’s smiling face and Sui Yun’s air of absolute certainty. For a moment, he found himself at a loss for words.

Upon hearing this, Jun Ye decided to seek out the white crane first. Both Tian Jun and the white crane possessed the regal grace of true sovereigns, so it was only natural that their temperaments would align.

Li Xiao never expected that a single letter of his would spark such fierce rivalry among Yuan Shao’s three most brilliant strategists, leaving Yuan Shao himself so vexed by their quarrel that he had no idea what to do.

He Man, confident in his own abilities, paid no mind to Lü Zhuo’s refusal to ride a horse. Instead, he strode forward, steel trident in hand, heading straight for Lü Zhuo.

When Liu Bei uttered those four words—“You shall be well rewarded”—he was smiling outwardly, but nearly ground the phrase out between clenched teeth.

Wang Yang dared not move a muscle. The Buddha’s intention was clearly for him to delay this creature’s advance.

Lü Zhuo was stunned. Zhao Yun’s meaning was unmistakable: “If you are willing to support the Han dynasty, I will follow you unto death.” Even Guan Yu’s resolve seemed to waver.

In truth, he was severely nearsighted, but to appear more dashing today, he had chosen to forgo his glasses.

The person who had been about to turn around was caught in place, frozen, uncertain whether to move or simply remain seated there for all eternity.

The pale-faced young man’s voice was as cold as ice. Cradling a strangely shaped ruler in his arms, he gazed icily at the leader not far away.

After Wu Chengxu hurriedly left, he made his way to the Hall of Inscriptions. Over these past three years, he had seldom visited the place, yet somehow, almost unconsciously, his steps had brought him there again.

Kai Yang did not avert his gaze because of the doctor’s words. His composure was unshaken; his deep, magnetic voice betrayed not the slightest change.

Beneath the night sky forged by a great cultivator, not a breath of wind stirred. The air was heavy, silent, and seemed to bring with it a faint, instinctive chill.

With that, he took Luo Muli’s hand—seemingly by chance, yet perfectly timed—causing someone’s heart to leap wildly. He decided not to search for clues at the wall anymore; instead, he led Luo Muli into the house, hoping to uncover something within.

“This day, you’ve made me search high and low! A’bao, your recklessness knows no bounds.” Xuan Shitian’s face was livid, his anger all too real. As he spoke, he pointed to a nearby stool. “Come here. Bend over.” At this, Wen Yin, the princess, was immediately ready to defend her friend.

After the official finished speaking, several other courtiers broke into smiles, quickly joining in the commotion.

At this moment, everyone looked at Ye Zifeng with newfound respect—especially Chen Long, who was deeply impressed.

Damn, do you have no sense of propriety? Are you really that clueless or just pretending? How dare you not give Brother Dong any face? You should have just accepted it! And you’re acting like Brother Dong wouldn’t know? Pretending, are you? The crowd was all secretly sweating for Chen Chumo.

“Eliminate the other side?!” Xu Ruonan’s expression changed drastically. In her mind, Foundation Establishment cultivators were far from ordinary. How could they be killed so lightly? She failed to notice that Zhang Sanfeng had already broken through to Foundation Establishment, and even Wei Xunxue had as well, since the Yin Sect’s reclusive cultivation was little known.