Chapter 48: The Little Prince

A first meeting.
Everyone cast curious gazes toward Xurui and Augustus.
Seeing yet another child appear, the eldest among them, Mensk, instantly grew indignant and said, "Having us old fellows is quite enough; why bring another child into this?"
Xurui possessed delicate facial features, her round eyes darting around with curiosity, making her look exceptionally well-behaved and adorable.
A captivating smile blossomed on Sarah's exquisitely enchanting face.
"Ah, such a lovely..."
After inspecting the fabric and finalizing the garment styles with the illustrator, Song Lingyue left the shop. She didn't need to go to the Golden Gate tonight, but she had to find a way to make a trip to the Miaoyin Garden. Regardless of whether Xia Yeqing went or not, she had to make the journey to shut Chen Tingfeng's mouth. As for the real plan, she hadn't given it any thought yet.
Following that, several young masters trailing behind Yunyang also bowed and greeted him respectfully, full of enthusiasm and utmost sincerity.
Li Jiancheng had a sound night's sleep. After washing up and tidying himself, he looked in the mirror, his appearance flawless.
Li Jiancheng let out a long breath, secretly laughing at himself for making an enemy of every bush and tree—Zheng Shuang wasn't even ten years old yet.
A girl wearing twin braids, dressed in a blue embroidered jacket and trousers with thick-soled cotton shoes, looked neat, clean, and unpretentious. With a round face that looked plump and juicy when she smiled, she resembled a peach.
His only lingering worry was his younger sister, but... perhaps if she didn't have a brother who was a member of the Bridgehead Society, she could live a happier life? Perhaps she could get along better with the surrounding neighbors?
Amidst Mo Mingzhi's roar, that radiance suddenly erupted from the soles of his feet, like a thunder-fire bomb detonating beneath him.
Anyone at the Nascent Soul stage could register for the Cangyun Grand Tournament, provided they paid the registration fee of one hundred thousand spiritual stones.
Seeing his furrowed brows, Song Lingyue nestled into his embrace, gently stroked his chest, and asked, "Commander, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to accompany you to the hospital?" Chen Tingfeng shook his head and, holding her in his arms, walked out of the Golden Gate.
This was actually quite easy to understand. Advancing from the early stage of advanced laws to the peak of advanced laws required merely a massive influx of spiritual energy. However, breaking through from the peak of advanced laws to the early stage of domain-level laws was different; it demanded that the cultivator undergo deep precipitation and comprehension of the laws, achieving a simultaneous breakthrough in both state of mind and strength.
When Muyan arrived, Li Zilong was already waiting inside the private room. The decor within the room was exceptionally atmospheric and romantic.
"Indeed, I have also experienced this feeling. However, that power is extremely eerie—it comes without a cause and leaves without a trace. By the time one is startled by its presence, it has already vanished completely," Liu Xiangling mused deeply.
Of course, he also knew that such acts of going back on one's word and committing murder to seize treasures were enduring practices. If the young man in front of him were to hand over all his cultivation techniques right now, it would become immensely troublesome should he vehemently deny it later.
Upon hearing this, the executioner's expression changed as well. Having spent a long time moving in the pugilistic world, he naturally knew of a certain close-quarters martial art specifically designed to strike human acupuncture points. The victim might only feel a bout of pain upon being struck, but as time passed, there was no telling when they might meet an untimely end.
Therefore, as the city lord, he had to take precautions beforehand and quickly evacuate most of the citizens from the areas where battles had previously broken out to safe zones—this had become his most urgent task.
Countless cyan-blue sword light particles condensed around his exterior, brilliant as the stars and shaped like leaves, transforming into a tornado that whirled around him. The cyan-blue radiance converged like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, illuminating the area below with absolute clarity.
Yet, he felt that such an outcome was certainly not what his eldest brother would wish to see. If he were to act like that, even if he saved his eldest brother, his eldest brother would be consumed by guilt because of it. Therefore, he could not do so.
It could be said that up and down the Qingxuan Sect, there was no one who did not hold the Great Elder in high regard, and the Fourth Elder was no exception. At the same time, knowing the Great Elder's identity and past achievements, Nangong Yue also deeply respected this elderly senior.