Chen Da Chang pushed the two girls away, leaving himself completely defenseless under the shark’s mouth. The giant shark’s jaws snapped shut, with dozens of fangs piercing half of his body like nails!

Feng Miao Jun and the Princess only heard half a scream from Chen Da Chang before both he and the shark plunged into the boat.

The boat was already half-submerged, and with the added weight of the shark—thousands of catties—it accelerated its descent. Water surged in, pushing Princess Han Yue’s scream back down her throat.

The gray shark realized it had bitten the wrong person, but its massive head was stuck in the boat’s planks. Its giant tail swished a few times in the water, attempting to back away.

How could a shark appear in the An Luo River, thousands of miles from the ocean? A cold chill spread across Feng Miao Jun’s back and her legs felt like they were filled with lead, but unlike Princess Han Yue, she wasn’t paralyzed with fear.

Chen Da Chang’s life hung in the balance after saving them both; she couldn’t abandon him.

The water below was this massive creature’s domain. If the shark re-entered the river, would they have any chance of survival? In that instant, her mind went blank, fear itself flung to the nine heavens. In her daze, she remembered that sharks had tough skin and iron-like bones, with only their eyes being vulnerable.

Seeing it about to retreat from the boat, without thinking, she lunged forward to gouge its dark, sunken eyes.

She couldn’t even remember how many days she had practiced the “Steps to Immortality,” yet her ten fingers unconsciously curled like claws, fiercely plunging into the shark’s eye sockets.

Almost simultaneously, a wildly violent energy rose from her dantian, coursing through her meridians, washing over her arms, and gathering at her fingertips.

Her delicate white fingers suddenly became like steel chisels, piercing the shark’s eye sockets as easily as poking through tofu. Princess Han Yue, who was close by, even heard a crisp “pop” sound, like a balloon bursting.

She stared in shock as Feng Miao Jun, not satisfied with destroying the shark’s eyes, plunged both arms into what had been its solid skull, reaching up to her upper arms.

Those hands had penetrated more than ten inches into the shark’s head, and then she grabbed fiercely!

The gray shark began to convulse frantically, like a live fish thrown into boiling oil. Its strength was incredibly great, and in its frenzy, Feng Miao Jun was immediately flung away. Fortunately, one of her guards, sensing the danger, had turned back to save her and caught her perfectly.

Princess Han Yue was also rescued and climbed onto the small boat. By now, the giant shark had retreated from the sinking vessel, its mouth opened, allowing Chen Da Chang to be lifted by the buoyancy.

The shark convulsed a few more times, then soon flipped over with its white belly facing up, no longer moving.

Its brain had been pulverized.

Three of the enemies on the light boat had been killed, with only one severely wounded and taken captive. After being struck by the giant shark, Feng Miao Jun coughed up blood. First, her internal organs felt scalded as if blistering from intense heat, then it was as if she had been plunged into ice water, with even her bone marrow about to freeze.

This delicate body, used to comfort and ease, had never experienced such suffering, and without a word, she lost consciousness. The surrounding sounds of alarm, roars of anger, and Princess Han Yue’s screams seemed to disappear in an instant.

In the second before darkness engulfed her, she felt that strange power returning along its original path, re-entering her lower abdomen.

It might have been her imagiKingdom, but it seemed a tiny bit stronger than before.

At the same time, in the Wei Kingdom Royal Palace.

General He Lian Jia’s resonant voice had always been known to linger for days: “…Yao Hong Yuan has sent back a war report. The bandits at the South Qi Mountain border have colluded with foreign enemies, hiding ten thousand men. It’s too late to send reinforcements, and he requests the dispatch of elemental power to enhance the entire army’s fighting strength…”

Before he finished speaking, with a “snap,” the wolf-hair brush in Yun Ya’s hand suddenly broke.

The Wei King immediately looked at him with concern: “What’s wrong? Is there some issue?”

He Lian Jia looked at the Imperial Master and snorted, his dissatisfaction evident. He was requesting elemental power enhancement for his subordinates, and this man directly snapped his brush—what did that mean?

Yun Ya’s gaze flickered briefly before he shook his head: “It’s nothing, the power can be dispatched.” In this short moment, the strange expression on his face had already disappeared, returning to his usual serene demeanor.

Just then, it felt like a tiny bit of his spiritual power had vanished into thin air.

If his accumulated spiritual power was like a vast ocean, then what disappeared was just a drop of water.

In the next second, his consciousness sank into introspection, about to conduct an examiKingdom, but the strange sensation had already vanished.

The vast ocean was still a vast ocean, not a drop of water.

The three of them continued their discussion for a while longer, then the Wei King lightly coughed: “Let’s arrange it that way then. By the way, the Dragon Tiger Golden Pills will be used up by the end of the month, Cloud. What do you think…?”

Yun Ya put down his brush: “The medicinal pills were just replenished two months ago, Your Majesty…?” Dragon Tiger Golden Pills were prepared every three months for the Wei King by the Medicinal Master under his command, yet the king had used them up in less than two months?

The Wei King couldn’t help but stroke the long beard under his chin. He was fifty-two this year. In his youth, he had campaigned in all directions, but now, despite all his efforts to maintain his health, his physical strength was far from what it used to be. After years of taking medicinal pills, only the Dragon Tiger Golden Pills could restore blackness to his hair and beard, making the sparse beard under his chin thick and glossy. Whenever he looked down and saw it, he felt satisfied.

There’s a folk saying: “Fear old age, not poverty.” It wasn’t just commoners who felt this way; emperors feared it too.

“Tang Kingdom just sent ten beauties, true State treasures.” The Wei King glanced sideways at the Imperial Master. “Is Cloud interested? I can give you two.”

A king’s gift of beautiful women was considered a great blessing. Yun Ya clutched his chest, sighing: “I’m not fortunate enough to enjoy such gifts.”

“Your subordinates can refine Dragon Tiger Golden Pills, yet they can’t cure your heart ailment.” Looking at his handsome appearance that even women would envy, the Wei King laughed heartily, quite pleased with himself. “What a pity, what a shame!”

He Lian Jia coughed forcefully from the side. Yun Ya glanced at him, then said to the Wei King: “I’ll ask the Medicinal Master to refine another batch, which can be presented by mid-month. However—” his gaze repeatedly examined the Wei King, who didn’t take offense at his impoliteness, “although the Golden Pills are good, Your Majesty must use them in moderation. Remember that excess can be as bad as deficiency.”

The Wei King waved his hand: “I know my limits.” His tone was dismissive.

Yun Ya knew they had other matters to discuss and tactfully took his leave.

The sun had already set, and the vast royal palace was immersed in dimness, with even the carefully nurtured flowers and plants losing their daytime vibrancy.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew past the eaves, making a mournful sound like human weeping.

It was in such wind that Yun Ya walked out of the inner palace.

The ministers’ carriages and horses were placed in the outer court, waiting for their masters to exit the palace before going to the gate. Yun Ya walked with his head lowered, pondering the strange fluctuation in spiritual power he had felt earlier, and unconsciously found himself in the outer court.

The Imperial Master’s mansion’s groom ran over in a flash to bow, hunching over to open the carriage door for his master.

Yun Ya was about to board when his figure suddenly paused slightly, his gaze sweeping inside the carriage.

He still entered, and then the door was respectfully closed.

The light in the carriage was very dim. He leaned against the carriage wall and suddenly said: “Do you want to be thrown out?”

From the dark corner opposite him, a dark brown thin blanket suddenly flipped down, revealing a slender figure who prostrated at his feet, pleading: “Imperial Master, please save me!”