Chapter 25: Did She Say Anything?

Xianyu could sense that several times they had tried to inquire about her marriage, but each time, under her grandmother’s gaze, they refrained from speaking.

After seeing off all the guests, Xianyu insisted on living with her grandmother, but the elder found various excuses to decline.

“Grandma, I want to sleep with you, just like before,” Xianyu said, her watery eyes shimmering, her almond-shaped gaze earnest and plaintive—so vulnerable it was hard to refuse.

It was as if once again...

“Frost Condensing Pill!” Duanchou stared blankly at the pill inside the gourd, disbelief flooding his eyes.

Once an adult, such a pill belonged to the realm of the Dharma Phase, a formidable existence capable of endless transformations. To capture or kill one was akin to reaching the heavens—utterly impossible. This was no joke.

Many had heard the news but showed little reaction; after all, Chen Youliang was a stranger to most.

The surrounding environment here was excellent, and there were no other strongholds nearby, nor was there any risk of discovery by those barbarian invaders.

To Lena, it was like a heavenly sound—the kind that breaks through thick clouds on a gloomy day, casting a golden, enchanting ray of hope that instantly lifted the spirits.

To the left of the mirror hung a broken spear, stained with crimson blood that seemed to flow slowly, endlessly, through the ages.

“Si Gong Qingfeng, this Gate of the Eternal Realm appeared suddenly because of Chen Yi. If it were destroyed, would something terrible happen?” Until now, Pangu and the others were still unclear about the matter. Although the Gate of the Eternal Realm was mysterious, if truly broken, could it not cause dire consequences?

Zhao Ling’er’s face flushed with anger; one hand clutched her chest while the other suddenly unleashed the Bracelet of Sun, Moon, and Stars.

It was past eleven at night when he finally mastered a new blade technique in the Selfless Realm. Exhausted, he bathed and then returned to his chamber.

Long Yun rushed to the front of the carriage, lifted the tarp, and peered ahead. Two tanks blocked the road, their outlines revealing them to be medium-sized models.

“So, I want to ask: since you know what kind of formation this is, how do we break it?” Ye Chen inquired.

Ye Chen had never expected that Friday and Zhao Menggui were in this city. His greatest concern now was whether they could successfully rescue the clan leader.

Though accidental, this stroke of luck was astonishingly effortless—how could Ye Chen not take it seriously?

“No, my navy!” Dasqi shook her head firmly. Although she wished to help Lei Yu, betraying the navy was out of the question.

Liu Qianqian gave off an ethereal aura, as if imbued with celestial grace.

Yet Ye Jia’s expression remained unchanged, allowing Kaguya Hime’s spiritual power to pour into his mind, while a strange smile crept across his lips.

One must understand that no matter how cold, ruthless, or brutal Ye Chen was, he never killed indiscriminately.

In fact, it was no wonder the common folk thought so. To them, flying through the air was a power only immortals possessed. And Ye Chen—the Grand General of the Han Empire’s Cavalry and Governor of Youzhou—could indeed soar through the skies.

Otherwise, Liu Hong or Zhang Rang would have long ago sought Ye Chen regarding the Hundred Flowers Brew, demanding large quantities.

They had never seen this before. Previously, Xia Qiu had always appeared solemn before them; now, Xia Qiu seemed more like a salesman.

Chen Bing said, “I met him by chance. He helped me greatly and treated me well.” Though she did not notice the subtle change in Qinghuan’s eyes, she remained guarded and did not reveal who truly occupied her heart.