Volume One, Chapter 22: Frostbound City

"By the way, I once heard my master mention that deep within the Great Wilderness stands a city called Ice-Condensation City, a gathering place for various factions from the Nine Provinces to hunt spirit beasts."

"Ice-Condensation City." Ye Wuchen’s eyes brightened. "Then that is where I shall go."

Several days later.

A figure clad in azure immortal robes, riding a flying sword, descended slowly from the horizon. It was Yao Xi, who had just arrived.

"Grandma... you forgot! I promised to accompany you to the nursing home today." Mengqi sat down beside her grandmother.

Young Master Duanmu had been sealed for thirty thousand years; had he not possessed the potential of a Great Emperor, the Medicine God Mountain would never have sealed him until this present age.

"No—" Hao Tianming let out a roar that startled everyone. He then raised his right hand and slammed it fiercely against the ground. With a "bang," concrete debris scattered, and a hole the size of a bowl was smashed into the floor.

A full one hundred and twenty loads of dowry were paraded in a grand, sweeping procession toward the Liang family of Ci Province, finally displayed neatly in the Liang family courtyard for their visiting relatives to admire to their hearts' content.

"Hehe, in any case, rest assured. I always keep my word, so just wait to be promoted and eat well!" Gu Zheng was full of confidence regarding this. She believed that as long as she explained to the Grand Madam how Shao'er and Zhu'er had provided timely help during that snowy day, the Grand Madam would certainly agree to promote them to head maids.

In this moment, Migan San felt his body flooded with power; his muscles rippled like coiled dragons, and his entire form radiated a golden glow.

Ning Jiang let out a cold shout. He harbored nothing but killing intent toward the Immeasurable Palace, and the power of this punch was even greater than the last.

Well, it must be said that the youth Ai was, to some extent, like a frog in a well—a situation largely due to the image of the Third Raikage that had been cultivated by the Cloud Village for all these years.

"Why is it you?" Upon seeing Lan Mengrong’s face, Zhou Mingxuan’s expression turned extremely ugly, laced with impatience.

"Hmph." Sui Moxian let out a cold snort as the bullet embedded in the flesh was successfully extracted. Liu Chuan quickly pressed a prepared towel against Mo Kaichen’s wound.

"I'm here." Judging by the sound, the person shouldn't be far. Xia Mengyou thought to herself as she continued forward. Guided by the faint beam of her flashlight, she saw the true face of this secret passage—it was, in fact, just a tunnel, albeit unfinished, looking more like a mountain cave.

Liu Yaoxi returned to Liu Mengyao’s hospital room. She had still not awakened, and Xia Mengyou remained by her bedside.

"Lend me your computer!" Mo Yuhan pushed him aside without a word and immediately spotted the computer on the table.

No wonder Leng Shixian had always been reluctant to speak of the past; it turned out there were such entanglements of love and hatred between them.

In truth, even before Zeng Guofan’s memorial requesting a delay in his departure for Hubei and asking for the preparation of warships reached the capital, the Xianfeng Emperor had already received news that the siege of Wuchang had been lifted. The report had been jointly submitted to the imperial court by the Jingzhou General Tai Yong and the acting Hubei Governor Chong Lun.

"The three of you, follow him." Liu Mengyao gestured toward the direction in which Yun Feiyu had run to the three who had arrived first from the year 2023. Without hesitation, the three of them immediately dashed out.

"You have always been formidable; you are brilliant even without me," Xia Mengyou continued, picking up from the previous topic.

As soon as Ling Miao reached the doorway, she heard Su Yuyang’s cursing, which was filled with boundless resentment. Glancing at his expression—though he appeared calm, his fierce eyes overflowed with killing intent. Ling Miao felt a chill, her arm trembled, and her chopsticks fell to the floor.

"Sect Master Dugu is too kind." Before Silver Ring could speak, Zhu Jun and Zhu Hehuan spoke almost in unison.

"However, your coordination is not very good. You are basically each fighting your own battle." Changing the subject, Gao Lin began to point out the shortcomings of Lin Peng and the others.