Volume 1, Chapter 29: To Think the Prince Would Punish Me So Severely

As soon as the Prince of Chu stepped through the doorway and saw Su Yi'an chatting and drinking tea with the wife of the Great General of the South by the hearth, he immediately suppressed the look of irritation on his face.

Huo Qingxuan rose to offer her respects: "This humble subject greets Your Highness, the Prince of Chu. May you enjoy boundless fortune and peace."

Alternatively, one might describe the Siman Company using the term "husband-and-wife business," which is more relatable to the general public.

Although he had his reservations about Lin Xiaoxiao’s use of the word "breed," Su Qingyu still nodded deeply in agreement.

No sooner had the two finished speaking than the second item, a fifth-grade herb, was sold. It seemed the Feng family’s auction business was truly thriving. The third through fifth items were all priceless herbs, yet there was no sign of the purple lotus root, leaving Changning feeling somewhat disappointed.

In the end, she had let her mother down. Changning heaved a long sigh, dried her tears, and gazed at the letter Jiang had left behind for her.

"Haha, those were merely superficial remarks; please do not laugh at me, fellow Daoist," Zhang Yi said with a gentle smile, appearing unbothered.

She tucked the sachet at her waist, her expression having returned to normal. After casting one last indifferent glance at her surroundings, she walked away with light, graceful steps.

"I am Changning’s brother. Are you her friend?" Chang'an asked with a touch of curiosity.

Although he had given away an excellent place for cultivation to Zhang Yi for nothing, the compensation of these low-grade crystals meant he had not suffered a loss after all.

The scene shifts back to an arena, where Qin Tian, channeling various system capabilities, appeared like a fearless, unstoppable beast—a dragon unleashed from the abyss—single-handedly confronting four king-ranked figures from the Star List.

All the benefits of the dual cultivation were, under Zhou An’s "manipulation," directed solely toward Princess Yunjing. His reason for doing so was, firstly, that his own cultivation was superior; his internal cultivation had already surpassed the mid-stage Tiangang realm and was approaching the high-stage.

Nangong Diewu tapped her jade-like feet, attempting to rescue Qin Tian, but it was too late—Ximen Dang had already made his move.

"Lord Festerin," the Baltan alien bowed toward the figure in the shadows before him.

Kang Qiao’s mind drifted, and the sudden memory of Zhu Yueyue brought a wave of melancholy, causing him to fall silent.

"You’ve stifled me for long enough—do you think you can just slip away?" Qin Tian declared, his voice brimming with murderous intent as he leaped into the air.

After all, General Xiao Zhan of the Blazing Fire was one of the Thirteen Divine Generals of the Divine Phoenix Empire; across the entire Divine Phoenix Continent, he was undoubtedly a formidable powerhouse.

Blood light surged and swirled, constantly shifting its trajectory as it rushed toward Hua Tian. If an ordinary cultivator were to face this attack, it would be difficult to evade without resorting to a direct confrontation.

Who could understand the fear and bitterness that welled up in their hearts when they heard these things?

At this moment, inside the great hall, a man sat upon the throne. He possessed an elegant appearance and a distinguished bearing; he was handsome and imposing, unlike any ordinary man. His hawk-like eyes were piercing, and his sword-like brows carried an air of lethal intent.

It turned out these people were all here to request to join the party. The leader asked: "If you want to join, just ask—why be so, er... enthusiastic?"

Base NM-01 activated its self-destruct mechanism. This military facility, built three hundred years ago, was ultimately buried deep beneath thousands of meters of ocean, taking with it the Progenitor humans that the Human Alliance had spent decades researching.

Lin Tao let out a cold snort and charged straight toward Luo Rulie, while Xu Changqing, standing nearby, immediately drew his sword to assist.

However, upon reaching the ninth floor, there was no staircase leading upward. Shaoyu wondered what was happening. After some thought, he surmised that the staircase must be on the other side, which suggested that the floor above was the most important one; otherwise, there would be no reason to hide the stairs elsewhere.