Chapter 26: Calling Off the Marquisate Engagement

Old Madam Xie was a woman of immense prestige in Yanjing. Born the only daughter of a marquis’s estate, she had been pampered since childhood, developing a personality that brooked no dissent. After marrying into the Prime Minister’s household, she enjoyed a life of harmony and affection with her husband. The only tragedy was the unfortunate passing of the venerable Master Xie some years prior due to illness; she had been deeply devastated by this loss, and from then on, she devoted more of her time to raising her grandchildren. Xie Yun was raised at her knee.

When he left, the disciples all assumed Huang Xuanling was still in seclusion, and the other Daoist academies across the continent naturally had no idea he had departed. Even if they had known, no one would have dared to attack the Spirit Insect Academy.

Lu Nan forcibly suppressed the urge to kill the man outright, grabbing the fat pig by the hair and hoisting his head up.

Although their tactical approach had been sound, they lacked air superiority and were ultimately forced into the role of the filling in a dumpling.

The two men stood there, exchanging brief pleasantries, before finally taking their seats at Zhao Ming’s invitation.

All the way from the sandy terrain, Zhou Yuxue remained relentless, pestering her and probing the depth of her cultivation.

In an instant, Chen Tianming felt an indescribable link establish itself between him and the insect manual in his mind.

"Teacher Liang, it isn't that I'm in trouble; it's Monkey! It's your Hou Liangping." Cheng Du said just enough, stopping before he revealed too much.

Bai Junye also noticed the appearance of the phantom. Standing beside Ye Han outside the royal palace, he stared fixedly at the shadow as it approached, feeling an ominous aura. He reached out and gripped the hilt of the blade on his back.

After work, Qi Tongwei sought out Jia Changfu. If he wanted to launch operations within the Yantai Anti-Narcotics Squad in the future and gain the support of the team, he naturally could not do so without Jia Changfu’s approval.

Looking at Chu Ran, who lay on the couch with eyes tightly shut, breathing erratically and weakly, and covered in blood, Feng Shiming’s brow furrowed deeply. Yet, he could sense an extremely frigid power seeping from Chu Ran’s abdomen and drilling into Mo Jue’s hand.

On Black Stone Cliff, Chu Tao suddenly stopped playing her strings. She dared not look up, fearing that if she met his gaze, she would encounter a rare sharpness.

Ling Yu smiled and said nothing more. He knew the character of this man, who was two years his senior; persuasion was useless. He would rather fall out with someone than change his mind.

She still remembered the first time Ye Zhongzhang introduced her to them. Although Ye Chengxuan’s eyes were filled with coldness and he refused to call her mother, there was no hostility in them. As for Ye Xueying, she was only three years old; she merely blinked her bright eyes and, in a childish voice, called out to her over and over, "Mommy, Mommy."

Feng Xianyue nodded and said, "I am going to start looking for opportunities to attack you now; you must dodge my strikes." As she finished speaking, her figure vanished once again.

The ancient coffin was covered in verdigris, having endured who knows how many years. Faint, blurred carvings could still be seen on its surface, as if they were traces left behind by antiquity. As he drew closer to the coffin, Guo Lin felt an air of desolation, as if an old man on the verge of death were sighing there.

The bedchamber he was staying in featured fragrant columns and jade carvings, with elegant bamboo-patterned decor. The refined wooden chairs were all etched with intricate patterns, and while the color palette was muted, it possessed a sense of luxury that was nonetheless understated. Only, the faint scent of sandalwood in the room was tinged with a hint of decadence.

"So that’s how it is. Truly a peculiar history. The secret technique of eternal life in the Wind Tomb already commands my admiration, but I never expected there to be a method of divine consciousness that allows for reproduction just like ordinary people. It seems my Ying family is nothing special after all," Ying Wushuang remarked repeatedly.

"I thought you would be content to leave. I admire your courage." The guardian was also an old man; his aura was very steady, giving off a sense of tranquility.

"Xiao Yan, I’ve heard of you often. I didn’t expect you to come to the Medicine Capital," Ji Tongtian said to Xiao Yan as he passed by, his tone mocking.

As Meng Xin spoke, she began to sink powerlessly to her knees. After years of suppressed memories, she finally let them out.