Chapter 41: The Legend of Zhen嬛, An Lingrong

"Very well, I will listen to Your Highness in everything."
Jianqiu hurriedly tried to soothe her frantic mistress.
Far from feeling afraid, she only felt a deeper, more agonizing pity for the woman she served.
In her heart, ever since the tragic passing of Young Lord Honghui, her mistress had completely lost her mind.
Therefore, no matter what demands her mistress made or what actions she took, Jianqiu was never surprised.
Huichun, standing off to the side, cowered in place, her face clearly etched with fear and unease.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention—
"They are from the imperial tribute, with only a single basket in total, and even the princes received no more than one or two," Murong Che explained in detail.
As for those ancient human prodigies, Li Chen felt they were entirely unreliable. Having been missing for ten thousand years, who could say if they would ever appear again to save the mortal world?
Jun Wuxie gazed blankly at Luo Qingyue, her eyes holding traces of a smile, incomprehension, and a lingering, faint thread of confusion.

Six years ago, you promised—you told me that at your coming-of-age ceremony, I would be your dance partner, that you would come to University A to pick me up and make me wait for you.
Knowing that her spirit-child abilities were always extraordinary, Susan couldn't be bothered to waste words with him; escaping right now was the priority. Accompanied by a loud boom, the heavy door of the repair bay was blasted open, and the White Crane mecha immediately charged out from within.
"Ranran, a gift for you. Isn't it pretty?" Li Chen opened the box and took out a heart-shaped necklace.
"Have you made up your decision?" The figure in the plain Daoist robe turned back to stare at the one wearing the peach-blossom cloak, his mottled temples making him appear like a hero facing a lonely twilight.
With a flick of his hand, I fled the courtyard as if on wings, dashed into the house, and ran straight up to the second floor, to my own room.
"I have already mastered the Guiyuan Grand Canon, merging all my lifelong martial arts into one based on Xiong Ba's Three-Part Guiyuan. Right now, my strength is several times greater than Xiong Ba's at his peak! That was simply the power of all things being differentiated, naturally carried by the Guiyuan True Qi; there's no need to be surprised!" Qin Song said casually with a wave of his hand.
"Just stay right here!" A moment later, Luo Jin's eyes flew wide open, a sharp gleam shooting from them. Then, his body gave a sudden jolt and he vanished from the spot.
"In my view, the old fellow must have some other motive." Peak Master Changhuang was much calmer, mimicking the way Feng Dingyun toyed with his teacup in a rather decent imitation.
Why did I have to say "again"? Because counting this time, this was already the fifth time the Shield-Strikers Battalion's defensive barrier had been forcefully shattered by the Yellow Turban Warriors legion.
Meng Qi rolled his eyes. He was completely helpless when it came to Hu Qin; let her say whatever she wanted—at least there was someone speaking up for him now.

Upon hearing the words of Fairy Yueling, Liu Konghuan's face instantly flushed crimson with blood, yet deep in his heart, a wave of vigilance arose. Carefully examining his own mind, he discovered that the moment the thought of dealing with the Heavenly Principle Elder arose, he had silently and imperceptibly fallen under the Elder's illusion. Following that, all his attacks had inadvertently landed on Cang Yuzi right beside him.
How could a completely unfamiliar young man possess such immense and terrifying magic? Wasn't this utterly unbelievable?
Daoist Yuxiao had been through hundreds of battles and had encountered all sorts of opponents, yet he had never witnessed anything of the sort.
The black-robed prophet clearly had no intention of giving Meng Qi a chance to breathe. After a brief buildup, dark-green spheres of energy shot out from the cave opening one after another at astonishing speeds, filling the space in front of Meng Qi with the dense, terrifying traces of dark-green cannonballs in the blink of an eye.
Fifteen days later, Cai Xu led his grand army to Juyang County City in Shanggu Commandery, which served as the administrative seat of the commandery.
The city of Huadu had never been monopolized by any major power in Huaxia. Apart from its remote location and meager resources, another reason was that the powers above needed to maintain a delicate balance.
A dozen or so vigorous black shadows silently wove through the dense jungle, completely merging with the dim twilight like sprites of the pitch-black night.
After scouting the area in a full circle, Wang Chen and his companions finally selected an open patch of ground that was both far away from the others and close to the Fire Cloud Cave. Working together, they laid down a restrictive grand array that consolidated their foundations, warded off toxic miasma, and could spontaneously generate spiritual energy by borrowing the power of heaven and earth.