Chapter 159: What is Called Natural Talent?

At five years old, the civil and military officials all cast doubt upon Li Chang'an's abilities, petitioning for the replacement of the Crown Prince.

Emperor Wu of Zhou was, in truth, somewhat swayed by their counsel.

Once, when Li Chang'an was his sole eldest son, Emperor Wu had doted upon him boundlessly, finding him utterly endearing from whatever angle he looked.

Yet over the intervening years, the other concubines had one after another borne him many more sons.

Among them were a few rather intelligent children who had grown very dear to his heart.

But while establishing a crown prince was simple, changing one—

We certainly lacked Chen Pi’s agility and leaping prowess, so we had no choice but to rely on brute arm strength, taking turns driving a pair of daggers into the wall to haul ourselves upward.

A thunderous roar, far more resounding than all the previous explosions combined, erupted into the night, as the plummeting fire phoenix detonated directly into a mass of gold-crimson flame. This blaze continuously absorbed the wisps of gold-crimson sparks floating around it, burning with ever-increasing fury.

Within Mo Feng’s field of vision, the mouth of the old man resting in the coffin deep underground was slowly, millimeter by millimeter, gaping open, and the night-luminescent pearl originally nestled inside, as the old man’s mouth widened, suddenly slipped down his throat and vanished, plunging the interior of the coffin into instant darkness.

Chen Xingyu no longer possessed any inclination to converse with them, walking straight over to a clean stone stool to seat himself.

At the very least, he wished to witness for himself whether the Blood Bodhi upon the adversary's person, and the Peerless City sword technique known later as the "Peerless Romance"—reputed to be the finest wonder under heaven—possessed a mystery as miraculous as rumors claimed.

Kang Qi had recovered somewhat after a class period, and upon seeing me rise, opened his mouth to ask with a face full of curiosity.

I hesitated a moment before finally taking off my shoes, climbing onto the bed, and wrapping myself likewise into the quilt, curling up together with Lin Jia.

Perhaps my eyes really were playing tricks on me, I thought to myself, preparing to turn around and wake the others, but just as I was about to turn, I suddenly noticed the corpse’s chest give a slight, almost imperceptible twitch—yet I had seen it.

She had originally thought she would still harbor a lingering attachment to Liang Shengyi, given that they were childhood sweethearts. At the very least, she expected to feel some shred of awkwardness toward him.

Everyone nodded in agreement; I secretly reflected that no one would want to bring it up even if prompted—this sort of experience was something you might enjoy gossiping about when it happened to others, but when it happened to you, it was something you wanted to forget in the short term, and only after a sufficient passage of time could you recount it as if nothing had happened.

A princess from such an illustrious clan sitting amongst them cast a palpable mantle of pressure over everyone present.

Discovering he had been deceived, Xiao Mo struck out with a fist toward the distant stone wall; after a deafening crash, a deep crater over ten feet wide was left in the ground.

People are often like this, constantly using the pursuit of higher power and cultivation as an excuse, only to end up neglecting the things most precious to them. Perhaps family and lovers do not need you to spend years in deep mountains mastering skills, but rather wish for the whole family to spend these fleeting decades together in happiness.

A thick wave of murderous intent surged forth as Shi Zhanlong clenched his fists, staring furiously at Shi Yandong.

Taking his leave of Lin Yi and making a few turns, Yun Jie, within the main manor of the Prince of Mu's estate, beheld Lin Xiaoxia, who was currently drowning in sorrow.

“Your courage is worthy of our reward! Yet with your strength, just how many of my punches can you withstand?” Seeing Yi Ning in such a state, Yan Xun unleashed punch after punch toward him, a savage grin on his lips and a hint of playful mockery surfacing in his eyes.

This person's cultivation was unfathomably deep, rendering him impossible to read; not wishing to court trouble, Li Qing intended to slip away quietly.

“He was desperate to avenge the Lin family, and seeing how pitiful he was, I simply decided to help him to the end, coming all the way to this place,” Yin Qianyu said, winking at Li Qing.

Between heaven and earth, spiritual energy is divided into the clear and the turbid. There exists both the ethereal, pure energy of the heavens and earth, and the murky, demonic energy that represents all things negative.

As the group passed by, the resting apes did not even lift their heads; some people even stroked their brows, and the creatures offered no resistance whatsoever.