Volume 1, Chapter 34: The Imperial Concubine’s Backing

A massive roar shook the entire valley, causing the ongoing battle to freeze for a moment as countless people turned to look toward Ao Guang.

Suo Xiangmen’s mind churned. What is the nature of a mother’s nurturing love? What does it mean for a child to rely on a mother’s deep, self-sacrificing affection—the kind that fosters growth, endures hardship, and swallows bitterness to provide sweetness, exhausted by the labor of raising life? The debt of gratitude is boundless.

"How did this happen? It’s all red," Qiao Yexing murmured, her brows knitting together as she reached out to gently stroke the tip of his nose with a pained expression.

Liu Yuan was stunned. He had truly been defeated by the superior speed of the Sun-Chasing Boots; it was impossible to track where Yu Hu would land.

The other reporters had hoped to seize the chance to ask about her relationship with Mo Zhenyang, but one cool, chilling glance from Qiao Yexing caused them all to instantly lose their nerve.

Song Yixi quickly snatched the tablet from his hands. She glanced at the script he had picked at random. Wasn't this a film about to be produced by a famous director? How did the script end up in his hands?

He held his phone, tilting his head to look at the video screen again, his deep eyes revealing no emotion.

Earlier, as she followed Fang Leyuan upstairs, she had shaken her head at Zhan Moxiao, which was why he had finally felt at ease.

In this world, a realm of martial cultivators existed, and the police simply did not interfere in their affairs.

What Victor did not know was that someone had lied to him. A tyrannical mindset cannot be suppressed by mere cultivation of character; deep burial is the only way to curb such cruelty.

Wanxia and her companion were merely doing their duty; if something truly went wrong, they could not escape the responsibility.

"Pfft!" Liehuo, who had just taken a sip of water, couldn't help but spit it out upon hearing the shouting outside.

Xiao Qingyu was driving his wheelchair toward Ye Ningxiang; the sound was the friction of the wheels against the ground.

"Our mission is complete, then. Let’s head back to report," I said, grabbing one by each hand and rushing toward our dormitory.

Lei Mingxuan crawled out of the beast's maw, rubbing his throbbing head. The effects of the rosemary were extraordinary; even for her, without an antidote, it was impossible to neutralize it completely in a short time.

"You had better speak quickly. My patience is limited," I said, smiling at Wen Xiao, though the smile did not reach my eyes.

Helian Sheng’s face fell instantly. He had already given orders to prepare for a grand wedding within half a month, yet Song Yao was so resistant—was she trying to make him lose face?

Heh, human greed knows no bounds. Before even settling the soft furnishings, they wanted to swallow the most profitable part—the curtains. No matter, as long as you take the bait.

"I wondered why you were so kind to leave me such a large bowl," Lin Yu said, looking at the pitch-black porridge, truly having no appetite.

Black Robe and Lazy God said nothing, but they took a sudden step forward, radiating a fierce aura.

At this moment, Yin Feng was sitting cross-legged on an inconspicuous mountain peak. He dared not absorb demonic energy recklessly again, suspecting that the reason he had been discovered by the hook-nosed youth last time was likely due to his absorption of that energy.

Zhang Qian nodded silently. Zhenyuanzi would naturally deal with the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord; he didn't expect him to win, only to hold the old man off.

At that time, Ye Qing could not fully understand what the world his mother had promised actually was.

He was naturally pleased with the sudden change of the presiding elder, though he had not expected the real Mu Qianxue to suddenly appear.

Only one, quite offensive technique remained unrevealed, and Ye Qiu could only pin his hopes on this final one.

"You won. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly," Huo Qian said, walking over to look at the relatively calm Ye Qiu, who showed no hint of arrogance despite his victory.

They weren't looking for this broken copper sarcophagus at all, but rather the object that had caused the anomaly earlier—it was hidden somewhere in this great wilderness.

Since they were already strangers, and Gao Wanli and Lu Shan might have good things on them, why not just rob them?

Upon hearing this, Li Yongyan spat out another mouthful of blood, a sinister look flashing deep in his eyes. He felt humiliated, but what could he do? This failure was a profound disgrace to him.

"If Brother Qin teaches me cultivation, will I be able to stay this young forever?" Yuan Yingying suddenly asked, her eyes shining as she looked at Qin Tian.

Chi Yunmo had no desire to tangle with Duan Yuntu. His long sword met Duan Yuntu’s weapon briefly before he veered off, then thrust his sword straight at Huangfu Zhi’s throat. Knowing the lethality of this move, Huangfu Zhi quickly opened his folding fan to shield his face while dodging, letting Chi Yunmo charge past.

After Helian Yan finished speaking, he pulled at the corners of his mouth with both hands, making a face at his mother.

Upon seeing that there was no danger around, Jiang Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then looked toward Qingshan, Zheng Qi, and the others traveling with him.

As the system’s voice faded, Han Yun’s cultivation successfully reached the realm of a Great Venerable. With the next upgrade, Han Yun would become a Heavenly Venerable.

Qin Tian hadn't expected her home to be only a few kilometers from the school; he arrived in front of a seven-story building.

The old man turned sharply, not even glancing at Mo Cangyun. It was as if, in an instant, he had found a piece of driftwood in the water and scrambled away as if fleeing for his life.

I lay on the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window, wondering which dynasty or era this was.

"Go to hell! You’d be rotted away long before I’d ever be in trouble. What’s the meaning of this, brother Fei? You don't contact me for a month or two, and the first thing you do is curse me?" I could guess the cheeky grin on his face through the phone.

While she was busy as a bee here, Mu Xuanlie and Liao Yong, having returned to the villa, were already receiving reports from their servants.

"How fierce is it?" With the start going smoothly, my high-strung nerves finally began to settle, and I playfully nudged Huo Tianxi beside me to ask.

"Is there anything you didn't understand or find unclear about what you saw earlier?" I had assumed he would let me stay to cultivate, but I hadn't expected him to say that.

"Big Mouth, what the hell are you trying to do!" Lu Shuai grabbed a stool from the bedside, ready to charge forward.

I looked at Liu Yu, his expression grave, wanting to persuade him but not knowing how to begin.

Qiao Yan was amused by his stern and serious demeanor. Weichi Hong remained solemn. Qiao Yan sighed inwardly, wondering when she would ever see him smile.