Chapter 44: Watching from the Shadows

After learning all the details about the Spirit Plant Summit from Wei Rong, Shen Qinghe hurried back to her spiritual fields.

She first inspected the spirit plants she had cultivated. The Purple Spirit Ginseng was thriving, its leaves shimmering with a healthy violet glow. In contrast, the Bone-Cleansing Spirit Rice appeared drooping and water-deprived; some stalks were curling slightly, and their tips bore an unhealthy yellow hue.

She hurried to fetch spring water and carefully watered every stalk of Bone-Cleansing Spirit Rice.

It was obvious that Chen Bing regarded her as a security guard. That’s why, despite tomorrow being National Day, he assumed she wouldn’t get a holiday and asked if she was available.

When they returned home, Chen Bing remarked that today was National Day and that the platform had special events, so she needed to prepare for a livestream.

Brilliant animations flashed across the screen. Lin Mo was deeply moved by the majestic historical scenes; his excitement welled up as a single tear slid down his cheek. Clearly, the VR technology had immersed him fully in this epic tale of heroes.

With a flick of his wrist, the jug of fine wine tumbled from the lacquered tray to the floor. The exquisite Pear Blossom Spring, together with the colorless, tasteless “Bone-Melting Powder” hidden within, instantly became a dirty stain on the Persian carpet.

Chen Bing had once been a contracted artist for this company; though she later left, her contract hadn’t yet expired. It was ending this month, so she had come specifically to terminate it.

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“Confucius Xianzhou, all Buddhists wish to follow Master Kumarajiva. I ask you—do you dare accept the challenge?” Pu E deliberately provoked him.

“Come, have something to eat and take your time. The whole day is yours,” Liu Chang handed over a tube of food, signaling Bing Ji to squeeze it into his mouth.

Berlitte looked at Nan Shuo in confusion. In his original plan, Nan Shuo would take him somewhere discreet; after all, the city of Mond was teeming with her fans. Hiding away somewhere quiet seemed like a sensible idea.

But Yao Ji could tell that Mu An’an’s true intention was for him to place whatever she’d given him at the back of the sanatorium.

It was the archbishop who finally stepped in, declaring he would personally mentor Lillian, and that Lillian could join the Order of Light Knights to learn the techniques of light. Only then was the matter settled.

Noticing someone approaching from behind, Baicao quickly pulled Qian Baobao aside to make space for Ergou and the others.

Baicao fetched fresh water, handing a basin to Suoyang and placing another on a rock to clean herself.

“You foolish woman, your Ancient Tree Giant has rebelled! Aren’t you going to call it back?” Old Oak shouted.

If the holy flame’s restraint was added, then it would be possible to fight this half-demon.

Qian Baobao was baffled; how had she provoked Zihua, for Zihua to hate her so much?

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Ling Fanyue felt that Si Yan’s unique aura was continually washing over her neck.

Such a major incident—he had managed to protect his sister and her reputation, which was no easy feat. Why, then, was there such urgency to humiliate him?

Thus, all along the journey, Feng Li Mo was dogged by Lan Ze until they reached the place they had originally agreed upon.

After calling him, Xiang Qiu felt unexpectedly at ease, as if Zhou Yuanhui’s arrival would somehow awaken Lin Yue.

Elder Qin smiled bitterly, “Bandits are rampant, and even the imperial troops, mobilized in full force, are not guaranteed victory. What can a commoner like you possibly do?”

Footsteps drew near, entering the courtyard. It seemed only the princess and her accompanying maids and attendants were present.

No matter—having come this far, there was no turning back. I continued to channel my spiritual power to build the rainbow bridge, finally linking it to the Star of Consciousness.

Shanihada leaned in and planted a fierce kiss on Sulunga’s tender cheek, then sprang up, grabbing his scimitar. He strode to the tent’s entrance, cast one last lingering glance, and called out loudly, “From now on, it is for you—my beloved princess, and for the survival of our Shani tribe—I will never lay down my scimitar!”

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