26. Everlasting Joy

Lin Yuan felt a pang in his heart. Raising his eyes, he met the gaze of Madam Liu, who had just lifted the carriage curtain. His eyes were filled with profound heartache and apology. With just this single look, Madam Liu steadied herself and leapt from the carriage.

The Heaven-Opening Body Refining Technique had finally achieved a breakthrough, reaching the second level and elevating his overall strength to a new tier.

The Sword Chamber was located behind the Kunhe Hall of Mount Shu. It was a specially designated area, not situated on the mountain peak, but rather nestled within a canyon. Two colossal swords, each seven or eight zhang tall, crossed at the mouth of the valley, sealing it off.

Lu Qingfeng and Nangong Feitian were in the midst of conversation when the Great Tiger Divine Body flashed in the distance, appearing hundreds of meters away in an instant. Behind him, thirteen distinct spatial ripples emerged, flowing seamlessly without the slightest stutter.

Wu Yan’s gaze grew increasingly clear and bright. By the end, he was looking quietly at Daoist Master Zhangtian below.

Reflecting on his previous performance, cold sweat broke out on his back. He thought to himself that it was fortunate Mu Yang had called out someone else first; had he been the first to be named, he might not have survived.

Having done all this, Fang Zhong suddenly felt that his actions were somewhat cold-blooded. At the very least, he could not trust A'duo at all. Perhaps she was unfortunate, but misfortune was no reason for sympathy; many people’s misfortunes were self-inflicted, born of a delusional obsession for a better outcome, which led them into misery.

Therefore, even though the Young Sparrow could suppress the Fire Qilin through its bloodline, it was clearly unlikely that it would rely on this to submit and allow itself to be devoured so easily.

Along the way, Wu Yan had seen many natural universes and Heavenly Dao universes. Thus, upon seeing that the Dark Universe in the chaotic world was actually a dark green "Chaotic Nine-Hole Bamboo" rooted in a black quagmire, he did not show much surprise.

Ou Xu came over personally to ask if Fang Zhong wanted to take a look at the Sword Chamber. In truth, this Mount Shu Sword Chamber had been moved there by his own Metal-Forging Hall; it was a convenience for Daoist Buyi, allowing Mount Shu to gain a powerful asset for nothing.

She took out her phone with a distracted air, glanced at it, and widened her eyes in surprise.

It seemed now that all of this was for her sake—if he could not give her a title, he would at least give the baby in her womb one.

Perhaps for Jiang Weizhong, the lives of these people were worth far less than money. Lacking influence and lacking background, they were like ants on the ground, cheap and lowly; if they died, they died, so long as it did not hinder his business.

He truly wanted to designate Yan Lanzhou as his heir, but Yan Lanzhou was impervious to reason and would not even spare Bai Qin a glance. He could not simply renege on the marriage contract between the two families because of this.

What was most rare was that these three extraordinary orcs were all mid-tier orcs above the tenth rank. Because of their hulking frames, immense strength, and use of heavy weaponry, the power they could exert on the battlefield was no less than that of ordinary high-tier combatants.

"Thank you for your hard work; leave the rest to me. Also, I may need a drop of your blood, if that is acceptable?" Mu Niuhuang asked.

Jiang Nanqiu could not help but blush as she covered Emperor Rui'an's mouth, an action that left them both stunned.

The Imperial City Guard of the Great Song, while sharing the same duties of palace security and espionage as the Ming and Qing Dynasties' Embroidered Uniform Guard, functioned similarly.

The highest administrative role for general affairs could reach that of a deputy city lord. In a city with a liege, one could serve as a city superintendent, while a chief of general affairs transcended a class and could directly become a town magistrate.

Ye Xixi also discovered a diary in her original location, only the contents of this diary were completely different from the last one.

The latter, upon seeing his clumsy movements, could not help but smile for a moment. Though it was fleeting, Konrad caught it nonetheless.

After two days of rest, Lin Yongming’s injuries and soul power were fully restored. Even the scars from the claw marks had fallen off; because they were ordinary wounds, they left no lasting marks.

In the evening, as Yun Ling enjoyed a stir-fry made in her new iron wok at home, Qian Li gossiped to her about the situation at the Su family.

Feng Song fell into memory. Wu Mian’s voice echoed in her ear, low and tinged with a smile, yet one could feel the displeasure hidden within.

When he woke again, he found that he had received some degree of medical treatment. Fixation boards had been applied to his crippled limbs, though this naturally made it impossible for him to turn his neck or move his extremities.

"Young Master, the 'Boundless Sword' is your natal flying sword; how could Chou Ru accept it! Please, Young Master, take it back." Chou Ru knelt before Wang Ling, offering the "Boundless Sword" with both hands.

Drawing strength from their master’s persistence, the disciples straightened their backs, unleashing power beyond their own expectations. They coordinated closely, in perfect harmony, with high spirits.

Although Liang Sheng was still only a child scholar, the fact that Su Jinghe had also emerged from the village made Liang Sheng seem less significant.

He leaned back in his chair without a word, as silent as Ferrus Manus. The latter sat beside him, neither asking questions nor seeking eye contact.

The beast tamer of the Twin-Blade Mantis hesitated. His pet was countered by that Big-Mouthed Frog; the moment it appeared, the frog headed straight for him.

By the time Xu Qinghe had showered and applied a facial mask, spending quite a while scrolling through his phone in bed, Pei Shengye had not yet finished his work. Through the soundproof door, one could hear intermittent, faint sounds of phone calls and conversation.

Wang Beigu felt his heart hanging in mid-air; he did not want the other two to think he had hired someone useless.

Of course, weapon development had not yet entered the research phase. The main reason was that the subject was simply too sensitive. Chen Ze planned to proceed secretly once he was fully prepared. Besides, it required a large number of relevant technical talents, which took time to accumulate; rushing into it now would not necessarily yield results.

By the time all the freshmen had finished breakfast, Fang Yuanhui was already waiting for them at the spot where roll call had just taken place.

Hearing this, Lin Ping'an vaguely felt that the person before him must be the one who would later become the famous Liu Rushi.

By that time, the migrant worker—a special occupation that had become the modern-day tears of society—would naturally appear in Liu Tai’s field of vision.

Early the next morning, the sound of deafening gongs and drums erupted outside Lin Ping'an’s villa. Wei Zhongxian strode into the courtyard with a swaggering, arrogant gait.