Volume 1, Chapter 44: Am I Truly Your Son, or Your Sworn Enemy?

Having never been in a relationship, Song Yin looked at her swollen, red lips and asked in utter astonishment, "Madam, did your lips come into contact with something extremely spicy?"

That was indeed scorching hot!

Recalling the hardships she endured on the journey of family confiscation and exile in her past life, Kong Yuan knew she could not alter the impending fate of her family's downfall at this moment, and could only do her utmost to make as many preparations as possible.

Almost any Foundation Establishment cultivator from another continent could reduce the Golden Core cultivators of Jambudvipa to complete helplessness. Yet, any native Nascent Soul cultivator from Jambudvipa could easily defeat three Nascent Soul cultivators from other continents combined.

However, during the subsequent three thousand years in the dream, Zhang Muliu had long since forgotten about this matter entirely. It was only while practicing the sword just now that it came back to him, but trying to recapture that realm of artistic conception now proved utterly futile.

It could also be government soldiers rounding up people, but since the imperial court was neither levying troops nor waging wars, what on earth were these people being captured for?

Mo Minzhong was momentarily at a loss for how to respond. The people he usually encountered were humble scholars who treated scholars with courtesy. In his impression, the Kong family was a prestigious lineage of great Neo-Confucian scholars, and the young ladies of the Kong family were well-versed in both virtue and decorum, possessing brilliant minds and delicate hearts—much like the temperament of Wan'er.

If the empire and its people she fought desperately to protect could no longer tolerate her own flesh and blood, then she would rather forsake that protection and live henceforth solely for herself and her family.

Yet the moment he took hold of the control stick, a huge red exclamation mark appeared on the split-screen LCD splicing display, and simultaneously, a blaring alarm echoed through the control room.

Shi Yushi hurriedly tidied up a room to treat Wang Yuhua and diagnose Qi Anrou. Afterwards, she led several other apprentices into that room, her expression carrying a touch of desolation mixed with a sense of release.

When fighting against Yu Lianzhou back then, that senior expert—whose true identity as the sect leader of Mount Taihe remained uncertain—had every single movement subtly echoing the natural way of heaven. Executed by Zhang Muliu's hands, however, it fell far short, retaining only a tiny fraction of that martial intent.

"He is the Lord of Darkness, so it is only natural and right that I deal with him! Only I am allowed to kill him, and his affairs are mine alone to meddle with. Anyone else who dares to interfere will die by my hand!" Lu Xuan's gaze turned chillingly cold, an expression that sent a shudder of dread through Chen Tao and Ben, who stood a short distance away.

Besides, it was rumored that the reason she was expelled from the Tongxiao Sect was hardly honorable, and the sect would likely no longer offer her its protection in the future.

Princess Yuhe's words were practically a direct slap to Old Madam Fang's face. The rest of the people dared not speak a single word further; caught between Old Madam Fang and Princess Yuhe, neither side could afford to be offended.

Approaching closer, one could see that someone had arranged nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses alongside pink candles into a gigantic heart shape.

Her skin was naturally fair, and excessive makeup only made her look aged. Jiang Xing had never been fond of heavy, dramatic makeup anyway.

The voice surfaced once more. This time, instead of being familiar and affectionate, it exuded a bone-chilling frost. The young lord in brocade clothes lost his focus, dumbly gripping his hands together.

Not only were his legs paralyzed, but it was rumored that he could no longer perform that sort of function either. Yet, even if everyone present had eaten the gallbladder of a bear and the heart of a leopard, none of them would ever dare to voice it out loud.

Qin Lie let out a hearty laugh on the spot, right as he was about to speak. Suddenly, his heart stirred, and he cast his gaze out the window.

The violent gale whipped up by the disaster directly swept up all the surrounding trees, and combined with the sand and stones on the ground, soared straight into the clouds.

His left leg felt somewhat weak and feeble, and Haidou almost tumbled over, yet he truly had regained sensation and the solid feeling of standing firmly on the ground.

After all, relying on the power of the City Lord's Mansion in Yuhe City was merely a temporary expedient, useful only as a transitional phase, and could not be maintained indefinitely. Otherwise, the Liu family would inevitably be devoured by the City Lord's Mansion and reduced to its prisoners.

The night breeze blew past with a refreshing coolness, and her strands of hair, moistened by the night dew, gathered a thin layer of dampness, clinging refreshingly to her skin.