Volume One, Chapter 46: The Monster's Lair

Under Jiang Xiaorou’s astonished gaze, his body slowly melted into the ground and then vanished completely.

“How did he disappear?”

Jiang Xiaorou touched the spot where Montage had vanished, only to find it was just a solid floor.

But the scene she had just witnessed was by no means a hallucination.

“Could it be that this fellow has found a way to break through the forbidden zone?”

Jiang Xiaorou was deeply shaken.

In a state of extreme encumbrance, the character could only inch forward at a tortoise’s pace. If anything unexpected happened, there would be no chance of escape.

In the world of Storm and Clouds, Lin Tao disliked Bu Jingyun’s ruthlessness, but was fond of Nie Feng’s kindness, so he did not mind offering him a few benefits.

Atop the gourd, a stopper carved from the stem was fitted. At his incantation, the stopper opened by itself, and a streak of fire burst from the gourd. Within the blazing light, the faint outline of a red, iron-beaked Fire Crow could be seen, diving straight at the newcomer.

“Is this a randomly appearing Dragonborn Tomb in the wild?” Left-Handed Solitude murmured uncertainly.

“Master, how could I possibly bully Brother Yun? I’m always gentle with him, aren’t I, Brother Yun?” With that, Liao Ting made a playful face at Yun Shi.

“First, the death of Nami. Second, I no longer feel much attachment to the village. So I’m leaving,” said Kasaomi.

“You…” So he really did hear the sounds of fighting just now? Had he gotten into a brawl with Chu Xuan after just waking up?

Zhu Wen cried out in agony under the geomantic formation, “It’s killing me!” The guards beside him hurriedly removed their iron shields, only to see Zhu Wen’s face ashen, gasping for breath, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. Not daring to delay, the soldiers quickly retreated with the wounded Zhu Wen, while others pressed forward to encircle Xu Zhi.

The scorpion’s view was blocked by his own puppet and he had no time to dodge. The shell of the ball fell away, revealing a tiger’s head with its jaws wide open, ringed with sharp spikes, which struck the scorpion and pinned him to the wall.

Xu Zhi estimated that Li Xiuyun would arrive in Songzhou within days. He advised Old Song and the villagers to wait patiently in the city and not recklessly go to the Grand Marshal’s mansion to complain. As soon as Li Xiuyun reached Songzhou, he would petition the imperial court on their behalf. Old Song readily agreed.

In recent years, all the warlords had been busy fighting among themselves, purging rivals and consolidating their own power, each relishing the struggle.

“Mama…” Wen Ruan tugged at her mother’s sleeve, her eyes pleading in the face of the distressing scene before her. She really couldn’t take it anymore—were these people deliberately here to provoke them?

The Southern King was not pleased. Clearly, with the Western King having spoken, what else could he say? It was true the Western King had borne the brunt of Ye Tian’s attack behind the stone gate, and now she had found an excuse to stay. How could he possibly quarrel with her over it?

Xi Hanshi knew she only treated him so intimately because she saw him as a game character, but he still couldn’t help the flutter of his lashes as he kissed her fingertips.

“But he’s surrounded by so many troops in the center—there’s no way to kill him,” Garson pointed out the crux of the problem.

Wow! What a display! Ling An couldn’t help but be taken aback by the spectacle. It wasn’t fear, but rather a touch of surprise. Everyone knew: even the most venerable houses, passed down for a hundred years, were known for their reputation alone and held little real power—nothing compared to a general’s estate, which wielded command over the military.

He continued, “My fish-demon brother is the type to value beauty over friendship, so he must have gone in search of the princess. His mind is full of her. When you arrived, did you see the princess?”

“I think he said it was postponed,” You Ying replied carelessly, getting up to wash up in the bathroom.

The content of that video had trampled his masculine dignity into the ground—how could he possibly endure such humiliation?

Jing Yan wanted to laugh, but didn’t dare do so in front of the old physician—it would be too damaging to his pride. The old man was, after all, a senior. Still, Jing Yan thought privately: it must be those wayward apprentices again. With a master like that, how could the students turn out any better?