Chapter Forty-Eight: The Thread

“She’s like an iceberg. I greeted her, but she acted as if she hadn’t seen me.”
Lu Chenzhou glanced at Shi Taibai. “That’s true.”
“I even warned you, but you ignored me. The Ghost Market dungeon isn’t a place for you. Don’t really think she’ll help you; she only does because you’re useful.”
Lu Chenzhou said, “I know.”
Shi Taibai looked puzzled. “Then why do you still charge ahead?”
“What else can I do? If I don’t go—”

The Blood Emperor of Ming and the Blue Water Kingdom started a conversation, stirring dissatisfaction among the envoys from the Ming Sparrow and Ming Yu kingdoms. Sitting here among representatives of three nations, yet only speaking with the Blue Water Kingdom, what is the Blood Emperor implying? Does he look down on the others?

No one in this world has ever managed to flatter her like this, even when she was repeatedly insulted.

“A Ming, go to the car and bring me some water and tissues,” Gao Xiong said, turning to me with a command.

Xia Zhi felt a slight dizziness in her head but otherwise no serious issues. After a moment’s thought, she left the ward and went downstairs.

Just as she was puzzled, a sudden, youthful voice rang out from nowhere, carrying an overwhelming authority. The surrounding air felt as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and even the palace trembled faintly from the unexpected sound.

After the morning court, within the harem, Yang Guozhong followed close behind Li Longji. Worried that Li Guangli might threaten his position, he could not help but advise Li Longji to strip Li Guangli of his military command.

Yu Linghui was feeling confident, certain he could defeat the Black Giant. Suddenly, a dark shadow flew toward him. He hurriedly raised his blade to block, but with a clanging sound, a treasured sword struck his blade. He stepped back several paces and saw a red thread holding his blade aside.

“Teaching you archery, this person’s foundation is solid—no flashy moves, just practical and effective,” Yuan Biao commented on Zhou Qingyun’s archery.

Not long after, escorted by Deng Kai and another burly man, Zhu Shitou emerged holding a bundle. His expression was solemn; anyone could tell the bundle contained no ordinary items, and some speculated it might be gold, silver, or jewels.

Whoever wields the Demon Sword rules the world. Even a salted fish has dreams, let alone a human. With such a famed sword appearing, who wouldn’t want it? Even knowing hope might be futile, who doesn’t harbor a sliver of luck? Dreams must exist—what if they come true?

Zhuo Lexuan’s condition was not as good as expected. Though eating and sleeping normally every day, her spirit was poor. If no improvement came after a while, they would have to call a psychologist.

“I don’t care what methods you use; you must heal the Empress Dowager, or I will take your lives!” the Emperor shouted furiously at the imperial physicians before him.

Hearing Li Yuanhao’s words, Yeli Dulan felt half relieved but thought that Zhao Wanwan’s bold approach meant she must have prepared a fallback plan.

His current strength definitely surpassed the peak of ordinary spirit refining, but exactly how far, Meng Changsheng did not know—especially how much he still lacked to reach the eternal realm. This was what Meng Changsheng wanted to know most and cared about deeply.

“How much is the Clear Mind Bodhi Pill worth?” Qi Xuanyi suddenly asked, surprising both Elder Wanglong and Qi Xuanming, who seemed to think they had misheard. The Clear Mind Bodhi Pill was a priceless treasure, not something ordinary gold or silver could measure. For a moment, they could not understand Qi Xuanyi’s intent.

The series of sudden mishaps left Nangong He mentally exhausted. Under immense pressure, he found it hard to hold on.

Most shops in the East Market were closing for the night, lacking the daytime bustle. But entering Pingkang Lane was like stepping into another world entirely.

Huangfu Rou watched Qingyou’s expression soften slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. She knew working under Xingtian Yao meant that failure to complete a task was the gravest dereliction of duty. Though she did not know what punishment awaited her, it certainly wouldn’t be lenient.