Chapter 135: Fairy Tale House Tickets

As the long-handled ladle dissolved, the emerald-green potion in the cauldron began to emit a faint, pale green mist. The vapor swirled and danced throughout the laboratory, gathering and dispersing in mid-air to form a series of macabre patterns.

Qi Xiao then retrieved a perfectly sealed crystal bottle from his supply case, containing the essence of a peculiar plant known as "Dark Nether Spider-Silk Grass." This plant grows in the sunless depths of dark places, its leaves as fine as filaments, capable of absorbing minute traces of poison.

Simply put, Qi Nianqing was not long for this world; she had failed to recover properly after the miscarriage, and the blow she suffered from the Southern Saint King, coupled with excessive anxiety, had taken a severe toll on her health.

Footsteps reached the doorway, and a man carrying a massive long blade, wearing a Garfield mask, swaggered into the room.

The child looked timidly at Elder Zhang Jiang, but seeing his amiable smile, slowly approached his side.

"Don't 'you' me. Didn't your mother teach you that elders should be respected? I am older than you, so you must listen to me," Zhen Li said domineeringly.

Would Jiang Nan actually get angry and hold me accountable? How could that be? He knows perfectly well whether his mother is capable of tending to my daily needs.

"Han Jiang, what if he never gets the chance to enthrone the First Prince?" Liu Anli rose, not looking at her, and stepped into the wooden bathing tub.

Who would have thought that the moment the department head entered the classroom, he would be punched squarely in the bridge of the nose by the boy who had been guarding the door earlier.

However, a professional is a professional. Although Lin Qiyu was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, he could only catch glimpses of the pair's backs. Judging by their route, however, it must have been the nearby People's Park.

Today was registration day for new students, and the dormitory hallways were teeming with people. Any student or parent passing by would surely have seen those eye-catching notices.

"Shuzhi? The artifact spirit of the Fufeng Ring should be called Fufeng, shouldn't it? How can there be two artifact spirits in one divine artifact?" Cai Ai frowned.

Of course, the subsidiary factions of the three major superpowers also possessed formidable geniuses. Take Song Yu, for instance; he had never intended to join the Star Sect, but was specifically drafted into it to handle the situation due to the wager between the Ice and Snow Mountain and the Star Sect. Had it not been for that event, it is highly likely that Song Yu would never have joined the Star Sect at all.

Yan Bei leaned against the doorframe, watching Zhu Zaozao bustling about the kitchen. Seeing this menial disciple, who had rarely ventured outside the sect, rattling off ingredients one by one, she felt no surprise.

"Why shouldn't I be here? I was at the command post and decided to drop by, not expecting you to come out just then," Dong Yan said with a smile, as forthright as ever despite having not seen her for many days.

Liu Bei was furious, and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were even more irritable, itching to dismantle Zhuge Liang’s thatched cottage on the spot.

As for Liao Chen, he was on par with Shui Yuan, taking third place in the first match and second in the second, for a total of nineteen points.

Because the Emperor doted on her, and likewise on Ji Yao, she sat quite securely on the throne as Empress.

Since he could not make sense of it, Xu Ping stopped dwelling on it. For now, he could only take things one step at a time. The Cold Mountain cultivation technique within him had fused with several powerful forces, still in a latent period where the energy had not been fully absorbed. Once he mastered the technique, he would fear no danger.

Wu Lan, Ling He, Meng Mingqin, Yun Cang, Yi Fei, Chen Yan, and everyone else present all looked up at the horizon. After the arrival of the reinforcements from Wanan City and the Yao Feng Knights, who could this new party be?

Unlike the others who only saw the surface of things, the heads of the other four of the five great families looked deeper. The moment Huangfu Weilong declared his intention to spar with Ding Ning, they had already discerned his true motive.

"Very well, arrange for scouts to be sent out immediately to track Liu Bei's movements, so we can prepare the necessary countermeasures," Liu Pi ordered Gong Du to take action.

Among the multitude of mediocre men, only he wore a smile that was impossible to read or fathom, guarded and reserved.