FCPADT 30

Chapter 30

On the jade steps of the grand hall, Qi Yu, dressed in his wedding robes, gazed at the figure walking slowly toward him through the sea of red — she wore the empress’s ceremonial attire, a phoenix coronet gleaming on her head, her long sleeves flowing like clouds.

Joy filled his heart, yet in that instant, his vision blurred slightly.
This scene — this moment — felt strangely familiar, and for a heartbeat, he froze in place.

In truth, back in those days, Daoist Qingyu was a cultivator of profound ability. Her Daoist arts were deep, her martial skills refined. Within the Wudang Sect, she was adored by her masters and respected by her peers.

She turned and walked away.
No — at first she walked, but soon she began to run, as if time itself were too precious to waste.

A glance at the clock — already past midnight.
Her stomach growled in protest, so after tidying up the lab and locking the door, she headed straight for the cafeteria.

Ling Yao was somewhat surprised. She hadn’t even said goodbye to them when she left — but that was her way.
A wanderer of the martial world, she never wished to leave any attachments behind.

The sky dimmed.
The moon hung high; stars scattered across the heavens.
A bonfire crackled, its flames leaping toward the night.
When one looked up, the dazzling starlight could make the heart ache with wonder — in that moment, time itself seemed to pause, or perhaps stretch into eternity.

If the doctor were to come in now, Su Nianwei, sleeping on the bed, would surely wake.
That was not what Jin Ruohan wished to see.

Diseases — inflammation, cardiovascular issues, respiratory illness, digestive disorders, lymphatic and immune diseases, urinary problems… the list went on.

“You’re saying… the one you like is me?”
Jin Ruohan’s heart slowly emerged from the fog of shock.
The corner of his lips lifted — a faint, unreadable curve.

Could it be that the Emperor, feeling resentment and discontent, had neglected court affairs and rebuked his ministers simply to vent his inner frustration — believing himself accused of lusting for power?

“The Jiang Imperial Dynasty has stepped in. Even an idiot would know things just got complicated!”
The Jiang Dynasty was regarded as the supreme authority in the realm.
Now that they had appeared, Lin Feng, the prime suspect, naturally grew tense.

“Our Luo family merely wished to witness the grace of the Lin family’s future heir,” Luo Zhi said coldly. “If the Lin family refuses to receive us, then we shall simply take our leave.”
His words softened slightly, but his tone remained hard as steel.

Though it was only a few short scenes, if performed well, the acting would surely shine.
Lin Runing even had several key exchanges opposite her later.

Yet midway through flight, Long Er descended from the sky, a spiraling ball of chakra blazing in his hand, which he smashed straight toward the man’s head.

After saying that, he strutted proudly into the kitchen to brew medicine for Jiang Tiantian, leaving her so furious she nearly leapt from her chair.

Uchiha Shana, a hawkish leader, had long opposed the Second Hokage’s policies — often confronting him fiercely, though only in ideology.

The negotiation with Bo Ran was over.
Si Yue knew he couldn’t afford to look nervous — any slip, and he’d expose himself.

Old Master Ling had agreed at first, but after chatting briefly with Old Man Gu, he’d completely changed his mind.

Her gaze, cold and detached, fell upon the heart monitor — watching as its rhythmic beeps slowly flattened into silence.

All eyes turned to Jiang Tiantian, who lay silently on the bed, accepting spoonfuls of food from Grandmother Jiang.

Wang Xuanlong smiled, walking forward.
“Xiaoling, what’s wrong? Are you angry with me?”
As he spoke, Liu Xiaoling suddenly turned — smack!
Her hand landed squarely on the cheek that still bore the mark of her earlier slap.
The sharp sound left Wang Xuanlong stunned.

A chill swept in from behind.
A red-robed figure appeared behind Wang Chuhong, thrusting a gleaming blade straight toward his spine.

Liu Cong swore an oath; Yun Feng frowned.
A great power involved? Could there be another major faction in play this time?
If so… things were about to get troublesome.

Of course, the end result would be the same —
for an ancient false god who’d lived countless ages, now fallen to mortality, survival itself was uncertain.
And the enemies of the past would hardly let him go merely because he’d become human.

Chen Yi furrowed his brow.
He shifted, sitting beside Liu Li, whose body trembled uncontrollably.
His heart ached — he pulled her gently into his arms.

“Hmph!”
Clearly, Hell Roar was dissatisfied!
After all, he was a god — how could he possibly live this down if word got out?

Facing the roaring demonic energy ahead, Yun Feng spun his spear and struck fiercely forward.

At the moment he disengaged the enemy-recognition system, a crimson laser beam slammed into the fighter’s canopy.
The molten metal peeled away, vanishing into the void of space.

Though puzzled, Yun Feng could sense one thing — Ailin was far from simple.

He knew Suoh Mikoto would never let the murderer of Totsuka Tatara go — and that meant bringing Yashiro Isana back would inevitably lead to a fight.

Me?
Why were they talking about me?
She said “Wu Shenghe’s mother”… could it be she knows about the time I was sold to the mountain village because of her?

“Mayor Zhao, I came here precisely to accept your criticism,” Chang Shuguang said with a grin thick as leather, making Zhao Zhengce fight the urge to slap him.

“Lin Ai, Yexuan didn’t even say you were his sister-in-law,” Shuni and Zuo’er chimed in teasingly.
Flustered and angry, Qin Lin’ai chased after them.

Earth potatoes might not taste good, but they filled the stomach well.
High in starch, even the Aujin tribe, known for their large appetites, needed only five pounds a day.
They stored easily — as long as kept cool and dry, they wouldn’t rot for months.

The moment I finished speaking, he launched into a mock scolding, making me shrink back slightly, squinting apologetically as I turned my face away.
“Mayor Zhao, you’re here?” Zhang Shuzhen exclaimed in surprise as Zhao Zhengce rushed in.

Xu Dongqing immediately convened an emergency city committee meeting — to discuss the coming public trial.