Chapter 39: Legend of Concubine Zhen, An Lingrong

“Your Majesty, this concubine,” “this consort,” “this servant”—the women stepped forward in turn to pay their respects.

No one dared be negligent, and they all hurriedly bowed.

“Rise.”

The emperor waved a hand, his expectant gaze fixed on the entrance to the delivery chamber.

At that moment, another excited voice rang out from within. “The child is born! It is a little princess.”

“Wah—wah…”

A tender cry echoed through the delivery chamber.

Compared with the little prince’s powerful wail, the princess’s cry was far gentler.

Tian Jiao let out a sudden laugh and cast a sideways glance at Li Haoxiang. Then she happened to notice Chen Xing’s faintly furrowed brows and instantly understood that his waist was still aching a little. The smile on her face stiffened.

Could it be that Feng Xinci and Guan Yuchen appearing here at the same time today had also been part of some prearranged conspiracy?

“Hmph. We’ll know once we try. Attack. Kill him,” the Demon Lord said coldly. He did not care in the slightest if these subordinates became cannon fodder. To him, their deaths were meaningless. If they could exhaust Ye Tianyu’s strength, their sacrifice would already have been well worth it.

Lin Yi nodded, understanding the Celestial Prefecture Dao Lord’s intention. When the spiritual awakening began, powerful cultivators from throughout the cultivation world would appear one after another. His concept of qi cultivation would certainly be unacceptable to those true great experts.

“Brother Luo, you came looking for me so early in the morning. You couldn’t have missed me that much, could you?” Ye Tianyu leaned back and spoke with an easy, detached smile.

Hearing everyone talking, Ouyang Feng hurriedly got out of bed and went to pay his respects to Yue Fei. When he stepped outside, he saw that besides He Yuanqing, Yue Yun, Zhang Xian, Gao Chong, and several others were also there.

“Fine, I’ll bet with you. If you lose, you have to be my attendant for a month.” Zhang Jingya recalled the uncanny speed and skill Ye Tianyu had displayed moments ago. He was far more capable than any of the experts around her father.

In Ling Jundie’s hands was a red-embossed invitation. Seeing Li Wuxin’s dazed expression, she explained, “The previous invitation was merely proof of entry to the estate. This one is the true invitation to the martial arts assembly.” Her eyes shimmered as she spoke, and the faint smile on her face was exceptionally warm and gentle.

“Whatever. If the Huaxia Martial Arts Academy gains something from this, I’ll have rendered a great service. With the academy protecting me, surely the Xu family won’t dare make a move against me so casually.” Hong Wu felt somewhat relieved and strode toward the outskirts of the ancient city. He believed the people from the Huaxia Martial Arts Academy had probably arrived.

Unfortunately, he had no understanding whatsoever of the bond between comrades like us. If the Wolf had not still needed him, insulting him with a single remark would have been the least of it. He would have kicked him long ago and knocked out his prominent front teeth.

Yang Tian infused it with his magical power, and a “chemical” reaction instantly took place. His power surged through the formation like a force breaking through deadwood, illuminating every restriction pattern along the way.

Lan Wei did not mind Wang Yue and Jiang Ze joining forces against her. The more thoroughly she defeated Wang Yue, the more completely the thorn in her heart would be pulled free.

Jing Akihito waved his hand lightly, and the gray meditation cushion opposite him floated silently to Miyagi Yosuke’s feet.

They were all the people closest to Wang Yue. It was impossible for him to hide his true abilities from them—especially not when it came to basketball. But how had Wang Yue acquired such formidable basketball skills?

By now, countdown boards marking the day of the experiment hung throughout the Armaments Bureau. They were another novelty brought back from the future. Even Liu Rengui, Huai Liang, and the others said that the boards gave them a powerful sense of urgency and spurred them to work harder.

Generally speaking, mastering a low-grade martial skill or movement technique to the point of perfection required at least two years.

Port Klang lies at the mouth of the Klang River and is the largest port for trade in western Malaysia. Cargo ships from every country came and went without end, and most imports and exports were transported through it. Only forty kilometers from Kuala Lumpur, it was an exceptionally prosperous harbor.

Li Chengqian flew into a rage. More than twenty years of preparation and more than twenty years of education had buried the spell of power deep within his mind. Now that he was certain never to become emperor, Li Chengqian felt an impulse—an almost uncontrollable, impatient urge.