Chapter 141: The Banquet

“Hmph, then you should treat His Majesty the Emperor with the utmost respect,” Wei Shuyuan sneered coldly, his gaze icy as he looked at Heatherly.

She uttered a soft “oh,” her blue eyes flickering, then stepped toward the white jade steps.

Just as the crowd was about to speak, Qin Xiao waved his hand, and no one dared to say more.

Heatherly whispered quietly...

“A broken prince’s mansion! How dare she disdain the prince’s residence!” Han Xiao ran his eyes around the lavish surroundings, clearly luxurious and grand, wondering what could possibly be broken. Yet, looking at the decorations in the courtyard, he suddenly found them displeasing. It seemed she refused to share his chambers because she thought he was incapable and living in a rundown mansion.

Extracting the silver needle from Jiang Yuhuan’s body, he slumped weakly onto the stool. The acupuncture treatment had drained his strength, leaving his body aching and exhausted.

Indeed, with only the ability to unleash miniature flare bombardments left, even performing a mid-level flare attack was a great effort for her.

She only remembered that Li Nan’s business expanded rapidly afterward. Holding shares in Jinghua Company, she was so pleased she never doubted anything.

“Today is New Year’s Day; the Martial Princess need not be so formal,” Han Yeqing forced out his usual professional smile once more.

She swiftly drew the guard’s sword, spinning it several times before slashing at a teacup, which shattered with a sharp crack.

Spotting the culprit, Li Xiaoyang, Han Yeqing immediately released spiritual energy, preparing to teach him a lesson.

After all, those in the video filming industry might have heard of or even encountered such things. Speaking this way informed their companions of the situation without attracting the attention of any lingering spirits.

Xia Ya had elevated the rank of the demon seed to that of a ghost general—an opponent impossible to subdue without deploying the army.

Back at the prince’s mansion, Beitang Feiyu was furious, smashing many items. The servants all hid outside, afraid to invite misfortune.

Ahead, Sun Yan had returned to his usual calm demeanor but remained beside the fox hunter. He turned to her and spoke.

“You should know that the Bloodstained Land is filled with bandits, robbers, and slave traders. Without the protection of these warriors, it would be nearly impossible to deliver goods to the Pale Highlands,” Caesar said with a smile.

No matter how fiercely Hua Liansuo attacked, Du Xiaoyun easily evaded. His hands were clasped behind his back, exuding an air of effortlessly toying with his adversaries.

Leading the third-to-last pair of Jin family warriors, Xiao Fei soared into the air, charging toward the opposite side of the canyon. Below, shrouded in mist, a massive dark shadow loomed faintly.

To a self-righteous person, Yang Fan was too weary to waste words. No matter what he said, it was like casting pearls before swine. In their eyes, they were noble disciples of a first-rank immortal sect, intolerant of anyone else. After all, Yang Fan was merely a disciple of a humble fourth-rank immortal sect.

“Cousin, your display is quite grand!” Xu Yang, seated on a genuine leather sofa, pulled out a bottle of red wine from the car’s wine cabinet. “It’s from ’82! Tell me, after all these years, how come there’s still so much left?” Xu Yang had long wanted to ask this question.

“How did you manage to freely wield magic?” Hua Liansuo voiced the question he had long pondered to Lu Tianyu.

But since everyone had gathered, they prepared to begin thoroughly repairing the Time Treasure Box. Only the Time Treasure Box held hope for them all. The Martial Prince secretly assured him these people would spare no effort in the restoration, so he need not worry—he could handle whatever arose.

Xiao Fei’s touch was light and gentle. Gradually, Hong Si relaxed. Sometimes, when Xiao Fei pinched the muscles on the sensitive inner arm, Hong Si couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles.