Chapter 97: Ethereal Grace

Under the comfort of the old steward, Uncle Fu, Tang Sicheng returned to his room in good spirits.

A beautiful young woman had already obediently warmed the bed.

In the cold winter, the blankets were wonderfully warm, carrying a faint trace of a woman’s fragrance.

Tang Sicheng’s face also showed a calm, contented expression as, under the woman’s attentive care, he lay down upon the bed.

"My lord, let this concubine..."

Nie Chuan took it over, and then came his somewhat flustered conversation with the other side. After the two exchanged a few words, Nie Chuan handed the phone back. The speakerphone had been on the whole time; clearly Deng Yu still wanted to find Cheng Ran in the end.

It was not as if he did not know the way... Shen Yun was about to send word back when he faintly caught a familiar aura.

If these five thousand men could break through the Northern Defense Army’s line and return to the south, it would mean far more than the survival of five thousand lives; it would carry a greater significance, teaching the world a lesson.

Over the years, Qin Keguang, no longer in office, had gradually seen more and more of how once the tea grew cold, people turned indifferent, how human warmth thinned, and how treatment rose and fell with status and fortune. Added to that were his own ups and downs, and in time he came to feel that for some things, it was better not to expect them; then there would be no disappointment.

She could tell that Sun Zhuofu was fond of her, and she could also feel that her mentor was quietly trying to bring them together, but precisely because of that, she had refused.

"Wait, wait... um, could we stay with you for a while?" Wen Xiao said softly, blinking up at me with pleading eyes.

The two kept falling as though there were no bottom to the pit at all. Lin Yu did his best to muster his strength and slow their descent.

Even though Li Ruyu and A Mu were already gravely injured and unconscious, if they made a move, and if no one stood guard, Li Ruyu and A Mu would certainly die. Yet the two of them still did not appear.

It was vast enough to hold a gathering of extraordinary figures such as Minister Di, Yue Pingchuan, Wang Kun, Yue Dan, Li Bai, Li Ruyu, and Junzi Qi.

Sima Youyue also felt that this hurdle would not be easy to cross. In the six months before coming down here, she had advanced four levels in a row, rising straight to the peak of the Spirit Emperor realm. It then took another three months before she finally succeeded and advanced to the first-level Spirit Venerable.

"I also hope we are just hallucinating." Xu Jin closed his eyes. They had already come to understand how miserable life here was, and he did not want his students to be imprisoned here like him, with no hope of ever escaping.

"Well, well, isn’t this the beauty from yesterday?" came a lewd voice. Bei Gongtang turned around and looked, and sure enough it was the same lecherous man from yesterday, with the lecherous old man beside him.

Inside the sealed car, Mo Xiuchen’s low, magnetic voice spread softly. His deep eyes fixed sharply on Wen Ran.

This man was Damo Yanhua, the eldest son of the Northern Capital’s divine general, Desert Liaoyuan. Though only thirty years old, he was already a fifth-level Heavenly Martial expert in the Non-Poison Realm. The Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand had once slain two princes of the Jin Kingdom.

That was also the first time I had ever felt such a desperate longing to become rich. I imagined that if I had a villa of my own in this estate, then the whole world would be different.

Zhang Min also seized the chance to throw her arms around Zhang Jin, shouting excitedly like a girl, and then, to avoid arousing suspicion, hugged Chen Shaohua for a while as well.

Even if this killing intent was incomplete, Jiang Chen’s Asura path of slaughter had already been comprehended to the nearly perfect first level. With that foundation, even a broken killing intent could be deduced and made whole by him.

"My lord, Yuan Xiao is willing to be the executioner." Yuan Xiao strode forward and seized Huang Qiang.

Qiu Xiaotian crouched down and looked more carefully at the wounds. Sure enough, he saw a very faint black mist lingering around them. If one did not look closely, it would have been impossible to notice.

Ten days had allowed Lu Dingyi to recover a little from his grief, but his slightly reddened eyes showed that during this time he had often wept through the night and lain awake until dawn.