Chapter 167: Who Are You, Why Do You Not Kneel Upon Seeing Me?

The road of martial arts is long and arduous, and the further one travels, the more boundless it becomes.

According to Li Chang'an's own understanding, there is strictly no distinction of superiority between the two evolutionary paths of the martial artist and the immortal cultivator.

A martial artist can likewise tear through the firmament and suppress time and space by virtue of the physical flesh alone.

Immortal cultivators, naturally, need no further elaboration, as a single sect alone can hold sway over dozens or hundreds of minor worlds.

The sole difference between the two actually lies only within the respective evolutionary path they have walked.

Truth be told, she deeply envied Jingchu, for being able to meet a man who could treat her as an equal.

Feeling as though her wrist were about to be snapped by him, she endured the agony and whispered, "I beg Your Majesty to recall him to the capital. I will surely stay by Your Majesty's side properly as your concubine hereafter, and I shall think of him no more..."

"The overbearing aura radiating from him is indeed somewhat astonishing, yet this does not prove that his strength is truly as formidable as his aura suggests!" Ji Zhen remarked to Xin Peng as he sensed Li Chengfeng's aura.

Because of its abundant seeds, the pomegranate was hailed in the Great Chen Dynasty as a tree of numerous offspring and blessings, prompting many wealthy families to plant several in their front courtyards to symbolize the ceaseless proliferation of their descendants through generations. When Mingmei came by yesterday, she had not noticed, but stepping into the front courtyard today, she saw at a glance the faint hint of red peeking through the jade-like leaves.

"Look at you, just look at you, this is all the pursuit you have in life. The Crown Prince is flagrantly placing eyes right by your side, yet you care about nothing at all. With you like this, what resentment could you possibly arouse in the Crown Prince? Or rather, what wariness!" Dongfang Moran bluntly demoralized Wang Caijun.

"If you wish to speak of it, then by all means go ahead." The coldness in the voice gradually faded, turning lazy as if overcome by drowsiness.

Shen Yuechen tightened her grip slightly, holding Zhu Jintang's hand; she did not want him to lose his temper, for it was simply not worth it.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and even Nanny Li had not anticipated it, finding it utterly perplexing. The Eldest Young Master already had five concubines whose statuses ranged from high to low, and since he had even taken in someone of such impoverished birth as the Wang clan, it wouldn't make a difference to add Mingyue as one more, so why had it never been brought up before?

Those managers and accountants who had remained at the Xia family estate waiting for the meeting had already departed first, finding lodgings in nearby inns to await the summons of the Xia family.

Upon hearing this voice, Manqing's mind suddenly eased; it was Lige Ba. She struggled no longer, allowing him to hold her close, and as she felt his broad chest, an indescribable sense of stability washed over her.

Particularly when he heard Yuchi Baoqi say that this property had been acquired for a mere eighty strings of cash, Xu Miao nearly fainted with joy; this meant that after selling the jade pendant given to him by Zhangsun Wuji for one hundred and fifty strings of cash and buying this courtyard and storefront, there were still seventy strings of spare cash left over.

"Report! Chief, that group has already reached the mouth of Huanglong Gully, but they have suddenly ground to a halt." A bandit scout reported.

Yet before he could relish his triumph, a hand abruptly reached out from the smoke and snatched Liang Jiayi right back.

With Old Madame Wang staying inside the Wang estate, no matter how great the abilities of Shen Wan and Xie Jingyan, it would be difficult to reach inside in a short time, so they could only begin their approach through the Old Madame.

Especially over these years, in the struggle between the Sword Casting Villa and the Haiyan Hall, they had suffered setbacks time and again.

The elders crowded around Gu Jin, showering her with flattery from all sides in an attempt to seek medical treatment, yet Gu Jin's expression remained unchanged; she merely found it vexing to listen to and silently cursed Ning Shen once more.

Furthermore, King Ling had gone to the borderlands specifically to capture King Cheng; if he knew he was unharmed, he would absolutely not return to the capital without apprehending King Cheng.

Half a year ago, Su Zhe, an apprentice who was still sweating profusely while forging refined iron under Master Chen's guidance, had racked his brains to curry favor with himself, modest and polite.

Only, with his departure this time, it would likely be half a year at the shortest, or seven to eight months at the longest; if things went awry, it would be close to the end of the year by the time he returned, and at the earliest, he would return by the end of August, meaning that Wan'er and the others' studies would probably be delayed for the greater part of this year.