Volume One, Chapter 29: Daughter-in-law, I Was Wrong, I Kneel Before You

“Wife, I’m back.” Ji Junxiao burst into the educated youth compound in a whirlwind, sweat streaming down his forehead, but nothing could hide the broad smile on his face.

Seeing this scene, several Celestial Venerables of Haoyuan stepped forward and bowed respectfully, expressing their reverence.

The arrival of Zhu Houzhao’s entourage drew the attention of many townsfolk. With nothing concealing the contents of the wagons, the moment they spotted the sacks, everyone knew they were filled with grain. Many people gathered, pleading in wretched voices for assistance. Zhu Houzhao sent his men to tell them to hurry to the southern city docks, where important news would be announced.

“Yes, he was the one who brought me here!” Long Anan replied confidently, seeing nothing amiss.

A late-stage Nine Nether Abyssal Demon, a flying Desire Beast, blocked Wang Yu and his companions’ path. Several other Desire Beasts prowled menacingly nearby, but none of them could fly, so they could only watch helplessly as the six surrounded and besieged the flying beast.

She had no intention of letting Su Ke, newly arrived in the second-year group and yet to show her talents, suffer a crushing defeat and lose all confidence. That was never their intention when they recruited her in the first place.

In the main hall of the courtyard, Zhu Houwei lay sprawled on a rattan chair. Several brass basins filled with ice cooled the air in the room. With his eyes half-shut, Zhu Houwei chatted idly with Lady Ma, barely engaging in the conversation.

Upon hearing Zhu Houwei’s words, a few people with low thresholds for humor couldn’t help but laugh outright. Yet everyone felt that His Highness Prince Fu had suddenly become much more approachable—after all, it turned out that even royals could speak in the plain, everyday language of the common folk.

“Pfft… cough, cough…” Before Mo Feng had finished speaking, Jiang Hang couldn’t contain his laughter, but as soon as he realized his lapse, he quickly stifled it, suppressing a cough.

The consorts exchanged glances. They understood then that all their years of effort still couldn’t compare to the memory of Mi Fei, who had passed away long ago. Had they known the stories of the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole, they might have realized that the living can never truly compete with the dead.

“I believe Shuye has the right to know about this,” Chu Yunling said solemnly after a long silence, having finally digested the truth.

Kratos did not slow his pace in the slightest. Without hesitation, he sprinted straight toward the encampment, dodging the falling boulders by the narrowest of margins.

At that moment, Wuchang’s wrist terminal suddenly lit up. A holographic screen projected into the air, displaying Ye Mei’s image.

Pop, pop, pop—the characters flickered across the screen, streams of light glimmered, then shot straight toward the coffin, striking its lid with a resounding thud. Instantly, a dreadful aura seemed to stir within, as if the coffin itself was awakening.

“We wish to enter the Wasteland Domain because we hold its dynasty in high regard. Think about it—where else in the world could so many prodigies gather together?” Someone sneered coldly from the shadows, then vanished into another corner in an instant.

“What?” Zhou Tianlong struggled to rise from his bed, anxious to check on Huarong’s condition.

As the shockwaves of sound raced toward him, Ling Qian felt a chill of death. He instinctively retreated, yet as the ripples reached him, they merely dissipated, clearly showing that Jing Lei had no intention of harming him.

But in the next instant, Mo Li’s palm swept out, and the Human Emperor Seal radiated its imperial might. The entire palace seemed to resonate, mysterious laws flowing everywhere. Brilliant golden light filled the space, forming a unique domain that enveloped the three of them completely.