Chapter 47: The Crown Prince Takes Action

"Why are you asking so many questions? Anyway, she’s no good, that’s all you need to know," Grandmother retorted, her face growing even redder.

"The rest of you, keep watch over every inn and restaurant in this area. Don’t slack off for a moment. The instant you see him, report to me at once," Nie Xiong instructed, glancing at the others after Yongjun left.

Yet, seeing Huo Yang's pitiful state, not one person present felt any sympathy for him. After all, he had brought this upon himself; who else could he blame for such an outcome?

Another instructor stepped forward to reprimand the students still complaining and bickering. At once, the trainees fell silent and, resigned, each picked a spot and began to cultivate.

Long Jun's gaze turned icy cold. His entire form shifted, revealing his true body at last: towering eight zhang high, covered in scales, his eyes strange and otherworldly, a pair of fierce horns jutting from his head—a dragon in all its glory.

Although Zhao Yan was Lin’er’s cousin and far stronger in cultivation, Lin’er was the heir to the Hall of Emperor Xi, her status naturally above his. If she chose to press the matter, Zhao Yan would truly find himself in a difficult position.

He had saved the people of Zheng Family Village, forging a bond with the Iron Mountain lineage. In the future, communicating with the Sword Spirit would certainly be easier. Yet accepting the Ancient Sword was not something accomplished in a day or two; it required long-term planning.

Zhang Lingyun, determined not to let the other party gain the slightest advantage, coughed a little in embarrassment, then nodded slightly to Chajin.

The man let out a hysterical scream. Perhaps it was the weight of his grief, but his hair turned white in an instant. He howled up at the sky, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, before seizing the heavy seal and, in a frenzy, smashed it toward Zhang Lingyun, who now stood protectively before his junior brothers.

After writing his name, Cui Bin paid no attention to Fang Guohua’s reaction. To everyone’s surprise, he moved to the second cup, adopted the same posture, and, without drinking, simply sniffed and examined it, then wrote down his name again and proceeded to the third.

Bailian stayed silent, glancing at Yuan Xi, whose face remained impassive and calm, his profile refined and profound.

Ai Yimo lay wearily on the bed. The sound of water from the bathroom still echoed. It was the first time he had taken such a long shower; he must be deeply troubled.

He deliberately stressed the word “subordinate.” Ye Yongqing suddenly realized that having him by her side was a grave mistake—Gu Chenming was like an unpredictable bomb, liable to explode at any moment, and she would be the first to suffer when it happened.

Nuo Yu shifted, lying down on Siwu’s lap, giving him a playful pinch. Siwu was about to speak when someone pushed open the door; the heavy door groaned. Siwu swiftly grabbed the clothes from the floor, wrapped Nuo Yu in them, and with a leap, carried her to the crossbeam high in the main hall.

Bailian had initially refused the offer, not wanting Helwin to owe anyone a favor. Helwin, however, was unconcerned and, with a wave of his hand, simply instructed that the chosen items be delivered.

Nuo Yu bowed his head in contemplation. It seemed the fairy was right—the Immortal Lord truly had no time for divine artifacts. The carefully laid traps, the sealed Phoenix Flight, the Black Iron Soul-Locking Cage… What had happened all those years ago to turn two loving souls into bitter enemies?

Icy water flooded my nose and ears. I had no time to call out before I plunged downward. The water closed over my head, flooding my lungs—I could not breathe.

"Gu Yao, what nonsense are you spouting?" Huo Qing looked at her pale, haggard face, finally unable to remain indifferent. He recalled how she had begged him not to leave when she was on the brink of death. Gu Yao, do you truly love me so much?

Rarely did I see panic on his face, especially when confronting the Black Knight. If he was flustered, it could only mean one thing.

The manager of a Rolls-Royce dealership loved customers like Ma Tengfei, who were so extravagantly wealthy. If he said he’d work overtime all night, he certainly wouldn’t head home halfway through.

Her mood gradually improved under the gentle comfort. As they arrived at their destination, Shi Ruomei, not bothering to chat further with Lao’er, eagerly pulled the prince along and ordered a grand feast.

Everyone was startled by Dr. Liang’s reaction. They didn’t relax until his hoarse, piercing cry faded into the distance outside, and then exchanged bewildered glances.

"What’s going on?" Liu Ce asked in confusion, pulling up Yang Kaishan and pointing at the crowd of commoners.

"I’ll go pay the bill," Chen Qingyu said, glancing at Chen Feng, as if afraid he’d try to beat her to it. With that, she turned and strode to the cashier.

Da Gang suddenly widened his eyes at Fang Zichen, as if he barely recognized the usually taciturn partner of the past few days.

The pigeon obediently beat its wings and soared skyward, narrowly evading the ill-intentioned wild geese.

The northern face of New Jin looked out toward the rear positions of the Jianlü. In that direction, our army had constructed few defensive works: partly due to a lack of manpower and resources, and partly from underestimating the Jianlü forces supporting from the south.

At this thought, Lin Yin grew wary, instantly regretting letting Chen Qingyu leave.

"You’re far too foolish—a beauty by nature, yet bent on self-destruction," the Eleventh Prince said, his expression pained and sorrowful.

When the four of them descended the stairs, the mutated rats near the flowerbeds had vanished. Clearly, the ones Li Yi had killed were all the mutated rats in that area.

"Xue’er, this is the border of the safe zone. Any farther and you’ll enter the world’s danger zones, where not only fierce beasts lurk, but even powerful demons are known to appear from time to time."

"Greetings, Great Elder." Ling Tian walked along a stone path, where many disciples of the Four Gates lingered. Upon seeing Ling Tian, they first stared in shock, then, rubbing their eyes, dropped to one knee in excitement and saluted.

Both men’s faces twitched. Xiao Fei's mocking smile pierced them to the core; it was naked contempt.

With such a move, Da Shan and the others felt an even greater sense of awe toward Zhou Yun.

But regret was useless. Though I thought myself foolish, I saw no way to apologize now, especially since, in truth, I’d done nothing wrong. Who could blame me if Meng Dongxue kept her feelings so veiled, forcing me to guess and guess again? Angry, I plopped down on a bench and said to Aunt Xu, "There’s no helping it—let it be."

Once the others realized what was happening, they all brandished their cleavers and charged at Yang Jiekai.

"What a frigid aura!" Wang Feng suddenly thought, shocked. From Leng Xue’s body emanated a chill as cold as ice. Though the distance was considerable, he could feel it unmistakably.