Chapter 59: Legend of Zhen Huan, An Lingrong

“Your Majesty, aside from Consort Fang being somewhat clever, both Consort Xi and Consort Kang are timid as mice,” Jian Qiu reported the information she had gathered. “They are of little use. I believe Consort Fang might be worth a try. Besides, she resides with Noble Consort Guan in the Jade Fragment Pavilion. Perhaps Your Majesty might even receive an unexpected delight.”

“That’s a good suggestion,” the Empress nodded. “Let those around Consort Fang be informed.”

Yesterday, Su Yuanning finally found a chance in the early hours to ascend above the Grey Mist and receive his “instruction.” Moreover, by having Mu Qingfeng intervene, Qin Shaoyou also sought to test this individual’s abilities.

He recalled when he was twenty, donning the mech known as King Solomon. Amidst the cheers of ten thousand in Valrana, the Pontiff placed a medal upon him, bestowed a title, and granted him a knight’s sword.

That last wish seemed fulfilled through the power of a reserve hero. The mark of the reserve hero within him had been corrupted; it could transform the strength of companions into his own bodily power, allowing him to grow ever stronger.

But now it was different. The Sea of Realms was a chaotic, lawless domain. No one could predict when the Dark Tide would arrive—perhaps in an era far off, or perhaps the very next moment.

Yet he was also an adventurer. His adversaries were the most ruthless pirates across the Five Seas and the most terrifying monsters. Therefore, whenever he acted, there would inevitably be a “result.”

By half past eight, the corridors were nearly empty of students; even the neighboring classroom’s lectures could be heard clearly.

The Ji Province Alliance forces from the Life Connection finally reached the front lines. Since Ji Province’s territories had been divided under Yan Province, their main cities lay mostly in Yan Province.

Within his own Celestial World, the immortal realm’s alchemical waters and elixirs now flowed everywhere. After breaking through to the Creation Realm, countless indestructible substances and immortal materials had coalesced within his body. To the supreme beings, these were delicacies of the highest order, demanding discretion when necessary.

Previously, he had always been superior to Fang Qingxue. When Fang Qingxue returned, he would be beneath her, surpassed by her—that was hardly ideal.

But what crushed her spirit was how the abundant spiritual energy within her wilted like weeds sprayed with herbicide upon encountering Gong Wuxie, shrinking feebly in a corner.

Gong Wuxie remained silent, but even through the quilt, the pressure from his grasp was palpable.

The airport was somewhat far from the city. When they arrived, the meter read eighty; the boy smiled and handed the taxi driver a hundred yuan.

Hei Xuan, Bu Feili, and Gong Xiluo—three seemingly unrelated individuals—had unconsciously formed a strange alliance.

“It’s a formation talisman. Mother doesn’t know what use it has, but there happen to be eight. We’ll each take one,” Mu Qiu said as he distributed the talismans to the others.

Unfortunately, such a formidable and powerful artifact did not exist in the Huahua Beidou Continent; some hadn’t even heard of it.

Two celestial generals unleashed terrible attacks that instantly disintegrated under the illusory demonic sound, staggering drowsily on the ground like drunkards, about to collapse.

Yang Hao seemed to sense his unusual mood. He emerged from the underworld river, dripping wet, glanced briefly at the sun overhead, then his deep gaze momentarily grew vacant.

Yun Zijin choked slightly, the oppressive gaze from Gong Wuxie causing cold sweat to break out on her palms.

After contemplation, Ye Yi finally exhaled in relief. The crucial matter today had been resolved in advance. With that settled, he could descend the mountain to cultivate without further concern.