Fu Yanzhou knew the truth about Lin Zhiwan's miscarriage.

The doctor removed his mask.

“The patient suffered a severe head injury. We found the source of the bleeding and have temporarily stopped the internal bleeding. We’ll need to keep monitoring him. If the blood pooled inside his skull doesn’t clear on its own, he’ll need a second operation. He’s been moved to intensive care. Once the nurses are ready, the family can go in to see him.”

Fu Yanzhou nodded to show he understood.

Qin Yafu was weighed down with worry. What was happening to all her friends these past two days? What could have made Yuan Yuan so unhappy?

“Again!” Yi Chen gave a cool smile, preparing to attack once more. The divine weapon’s power spread outward again, and arrows carrying the breath of death surged toward him.

Their similar experiences had always made him admire that Chinese emperor. After all, they had both “lost an empire.” Back in the thirties, he had tried several times to stage a coup, but failed each time. His last attempt had even landed him in prison.

Night had already fallen, but the sky was bright with stars and a luminous moon. The snow blanketing the ground reflected the moonlight, lighting up the entire valley.

Hongchen had no time to look around before a crash rang out. The sedan chair carrying Sister Yao hit the ground, and a huge chunk of rock came crashing down on top of it.

A vast surge of red domain energy swept in every direction, crushing down on Chu Hen and the Wuzong cultivators above.

“Since you’re a disciple of the Celestial Path Sect on Mount Wutai, you should be the one to open this.” After saying this, Forensic Doctor Yue handed me the box, then promptly took it back and offered me a pair of gloves. “Put these on, or you’ll damage the box!”

I took the gloves from her, speechless.

Luo Mingze had never held her like this before. If this was a calamity fate had ordained for them, then this embrace alone was worth it.

They shared a wild rabbit and were both full. Yan Ying handed Lu Luo the waterskin he had brought.

The White Dragon King turned around and murmured in a voice quieter than the wind, “…” His white sleeve swept gently through the air, stirring up a gust of yellow sand that buried Qiu Aoyue’s body.

Ever since modern song-and-dance shows, plays, and large-scale immersive performances had emerged, they had become a new fashionable craze, on the verge of sweeping across the Great Yin. As the birthplace of these new performances, Shangjing naturally flourished at a remarkable pace, becoming a model for the whole realm to emulate.

“Psychic shield!” As the lightning struck, Lu Yiping immediately summoned his strongest defense. Then he condensed a psychic blast and counterattacked Smohan. Defense was not Lu Yiping’s way of fighting.

The winter plain looked desolate. Snow stretched beyond sight, its glare stinging the eyes beneath the sunlight. Towering poplars along the highway stood bare, their dead branches swaying in the wind. A branch and a few fallen leaves dropped into the road, and a speeding coach crushed them to pieces. The wind caught the fragments, mixed them with dust, and sent them chasing after the bus.

“To buy time, I had no choice but to lie through my teeth. Please forgive me, sir!” Su Qiong no longer called herself a student, nor did she address the other man as “Your Excellency.”

These were impurities and foul qi that had built up in the body, expelled after last night’s cleansing by spiritual energy. In Daoist practice, this was called marrow cleansing; in Buddhism, it was known as sinew and bone transformation; spirit cultivators called it meridian and acupoint purification.

“Ximen, what’s wrong with him? Why isn’t he doing anything?” Yu Ping’er seemed to have noticed something and couldn’t help asking.

I first struggled to my feet, then helped Bai Ling up as well. “By the way, where did they go? Did the sect master leave you a message?” I asked.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s just a little wine—what could happen?” Ximen said dismissively, continuing to pour.

It was a brutal strike meant to kill him outright, yet it failed to harm even a single hair, because Nie Xian would not allow it.