S Guide’s Ancient Survival Manual

The midnight hour’s darkness was like ink, soaking the plants and trees in the courtyard into deep black silhouettes. Li […]

[Meifang Pavilion] The following afternoon, golden sunlight from the setting sun filtered through the lattice windows, casting mottled shadows across

The following evening, the setting sun streamed through the window lattice, casting a warm orange glow that bathed the room

“—Sister!!!” A heartbreaking scream burst through his throat, carrying a sweet, bloody taste. Chu Wanran suddenly shot upright from the

【Mei Fang Tower】 Ever since the incident at Xunhua Tower, Chu Wanran had been unconscious for three full days. Li

In less than half a quarter of an hour, servants entered in orderly procession, carrying trays as dishes flowed onto

[Fulong Battalion] At dawn, the morning mist in the Fulong Battalion had not yet dispersed when a piece of news

Chu Wanran had already been unconscious for two days. In these twenty-four hours, Li Xuan had barely closed his eyes.

“Rushi, wake up.” Chu Wanyan tried to wake the unconscious Rushi. The two of them were inside a white ability

Before the meeting, the atmosphere in Lingqu County already carried the heavy tension of an approaching storm. In the main

[Agarwood Courtyard] To avoid disturbances, Chu Wanran moved Li Xuan to his private residence—Agarwood Courtyard. After nearly a week of

[Meifang Pavilion] The Crown Prince had just placed the copied core contents of the ledger, the sample of Spirit-Devouring Insect

White Grand Preceptor and the Crown Prince parted ways with Mu Dan. After returning to the residence, they followed the

【One Month Ago · Ministerial Line】 White Grand Preceptor Bai Taishi returned to the capital in a forced march of

[One Month Earlier — Crown Prince Line] On the official road between Lingqu County and Fenghe Granary, an inconspicuous green-canopied

【Medical Room · Night】 Candlelight flickered as the scent of medicine mixed with the cold air of the snowy night,

【Rear Courtyard Dormitories】 The winter at the Fulong Camp had long been soaked through with cold. Outside the dormitory window,

[Fu’an Inn] “Knock, knock! Young master, it’s me.” “Come in!” With a faint creak of the door hinge, a shadow

[Study of Chenxiang Bieyuan] Chu Wanran stood by the window. A plain-colored brocade robe made his figure appear refined and

【Vermilion Dragon Camp Main Hall】 Afternoon sunlight filtered through the window lattice. On the carved rosewood table, ice-crack patterned tea