Chapter 118: Commander

Ye Cheng stepped out of the Palace of Earthly Tranquility with a bitter smile plastered across his face.

How was he supposed to explain this to the Emperor?

To demand that Chen Shanling surrender command of the Imperial Guard, one had to acknowledge the child as the late Emperor's. Yet, even a fool knew it was impossible for the child to be of the late Emperor’s blood.

"How did the talk go?" Shangguan Feiyan asked.

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However, the primary culprit was not Jade Qilin, but Li Feiyang. Elder Lan Ji was so furious her limbs went weak. She turned and returned to the mountains, spending half the night talking with Yun Zheyue. The result was that while Lan Ji forgave Jade Qilin, Yun Zheyue remained adamant in her refusal to do so.

"Why? Why? Why treat me this way?" Lin Tianxiao looked at the scenes of his past, the hatred in his heart intensifying.

"It's nothing. They're just some thugs who think they're tough," the rogue said dismissively. To him, they were merely a criminal syndicate, and he did not hold them in any regard.

"Meow, meow..." Qianji was dumbfounded. Was this the trial that a majestic and domineering creature like itself had to endure?

After donning his armor, Su Ran immediately caught up with the team ahead and followed them to patrol the safety of Batu City.

"Logically, since there are no powerful magical plants occupying this area, spirit beasts or ferocious beasts should be gathered here. Yet, we haven't encountered a single one!" Mo Beihao mused to himself.

"Meow, meow." When Qianji saw the scythe, its eyes lit up with golden light. It ran straight toward it and circled around the weapon.

"Jin'er, Sister Xue, let's go." Turning back, Gu Yu smiled faintly. At that moment, Diaoling Xue was still in shock. Had Gu Yu really done it? Had he really taken Ruoxi away?

Afterward, Mu Kun ordered someone to look after Jiu Huang, while he personally took Su Ran and Xu Yang to rest.

Watching Qian Ruoruo's expression, Jing Moxuan merely smiled, his hand still holding the cup, waiting for her to take it.

Wuren Buyu suddenly remarked, "I suspect this wild scholar made it all up." Su and Lu asked in unison, "What makes you say that?" Wuren Buyu shook her head slightly without answering. Su Manqing remained skeptical, but Lu Er nodded repeatedly, seemingly in full agreement.

No one had stopped the figure earlier because the aura was familiar; they knew it was one of their own.

The crowd grew increasingly turbulent. Although Li Jiji and Gu Yuanmu were far from them, they still felt the suffocating pressure of the throng, so they decided to retreat further, distancing themselves from the center of the chaos.

So, it wasn't as she had claimed—that she hadn't been discharged because Qin Yu was in the hospital. If that was the case, did it mean Qin Wanjun's secret was related to the hospital?

With the Northern Alliance so blatantly declaring sovereignty over the Pure Land, would there be any resistance from others?

Gu Si was overjoyed; he felt like weeping with happiness. He tightened his arms around Jia Yue, unwilling to ever let her leave his embrace again.

Suddenly, a hand pressed firmly onto Yiren's shoulder. With a forceful tug, she was spun half a circle and swiftly pinned against the wall of the corridor.

They went to the maple forest. Luo Qimo had never seen such a beautiful sight; it was like a fairyland on earth.

"Yes, yes, tonight I'll take off my clothes and let you look all you want!" Gu Yuanmu patted her head affectionately and laughed.

Suddenly, a red glow appeared on Su Manqing's face, and wisps of white steam rose from the top of his head. After a while, the steam grew thick, resembling a vaporous mist. About half a cup of tea's time later, the white steam began to dissipate, and the red glow on his face vanished. Looking at his drenched Taoist robe, it was already as dry as before.

"Uh, that's fine... it's fine." The thin young man with snow-white skin and long, dark hair wiped his brow, feeling embarrassed. He was the instructor for the "Big Fatty" team.