Chapter 59: Dazed by an Unexpected Kiss

Ye Jingnan was seven years old. Thanks to his grandfather, he was clever and quick-witted, a veritable tyrant in the compound. Climbing hills to hunt birds or diving into the sea to catch fish were nothing to him; even tearing tiles from rooftops was not beyond his repertoire. But most outrageous were his mischievous deeds: chiseling holes in the chamber pots of newlyweds, snatching walking sticks from old ladies—his antics knew no bounds.

Even though Ye Xiangying held a high position in the military, complaints from the neighbors still came pouring in. In fact, the stricter the discipline at home, the more notorious he became.

“Speak!” Pan’er suddenly reached out, snatched the mask from his face, and gripped his clothes tightly, her voice urgent.

Lin Feng was watching when, all of a sudden, a white van screeched to a halt at the foot of the building, seemingly headed straight for Li Shuang.

“How is the follow-up work on the Takamagahara incident progressing?” Nagano Hirohiko stared unblinkingly at the gravestone, though his question was all about business.

“Eight years ago, weren’t you the one who planted a bomb in our suits and escaped on your own?” Hugh’s voice brimmed with fury, yet the fact that he still called Erza “sister” betrayed his true feelings—perhaps he himself was unaware of that.

Though he had lost his cultivation, this disciple had etched the assassination techniques of the Execution Hall deep into his mind. Through his own refinements, he transformed them into deadly skills that even mortals could wield.

During last year’s ancestral rites, Jiang Qi had attended as well. But as the youngest among the juniors, he was naturally relegated to the back. All he could see was the ancestral tablet inscribed in bold gold characters, “In memory of the Flame Emperor Shennong,” while the rest remained a blur.

The next day, Wang Zhe set out with the Poison Dragon Mercenary Group on their grand campaign against Country F. Along the way, Wang Zhe quietly sent word to Tali, warning him that the mercenaries would be attacking that day and urging him to be prepared.

The two seemed to be kindred spirits at first meeting, and Liu Sisi, who was usually reserved, quickly warmed up to him; their conversation flowed effortlessly.

“The path to immortality! Ever since the calamity struck the Celestial Realm ten thousand years ago, the way to immortality in the Tianxuan Continent has been completely sealed off, with almost all spiritual energy drained away. Could it be that the Trial Road once led to the Celestial Realm, and that the secret to becoming an immortal lies hidden here?” Elder Chenfeng exclaimed.

He knew she had been frightened at Yaohua Palace; otherwise, he wouldn't have detoured to Jinhua Hall out of concern for her before returning to the main hall.

She had long heard that after the New Year’s Eve palace banquet, the emperor had spent the night at Jinhua Hall.

Bai Lian was speechless, having no idea who that boy was. Yet, with a single imperial decree, not only was the Jade Emperor’s life spared, but the demon clan was also compelled to retreat.

She was adept at perceiving the intentions of her superiors and deeply trusted by the High Princess Consort. When the heir’s wife fell ill from excessive grief, the Consort sent her to offer comfort. From the subtle hints in their conversations, she gleaned the heir’s wife’s inner thoughts and resolved to keep an eye on her, hoping to lend vital assistance at the crucial moment.

“Since Silu and Heqin are so far apart, you’ve naturally been engrossed in our county’s affairs, with no time for field visits.” The conversation began politely. Jiang Yushu soon relaxed, suppressing a smile at the outsiders’ ignorance. Back then, Magistrate Pan, scheming for political gain, had deliberately kept the news under wraps until success was assured, only then making it public.

The attendants from the Empress Dowager’s palace had come especially to look after her; no matter what, she had to respond warmly and courteously.

With her meager art grades and inevitable failure in home economics, she would likely miss out on the Kanto Tournament in July once again. In that tournament, Saint Rudolph would surely be present, along with Seigaku, Shonan, Yamabuki, Rokkaku, and Rikkaidai—all formidable schools, none to be underestimated.

At the very instant when the soul within his dantian touched his sea of consciousness, the fused crystal began to melt slowly, seeping drop by drop into his core and soul, merging them together.