Chapter 29

Xi Zuochen had learned his lesson from Han Ning, so he was naturally on guard. Before Han Ning’s flying needles could reach him, he had already retreated rapidly for over a dozen steps, stepping outside the radius of her attack.

Hu Haoran, therefore, stopped concerning himself with the situation, leaving it entirely to Dong Shaoquan. He was only responsible for keeping an eye on these people and using force for intimidation if necessary.

The five of them expected to see Wang Chen reveal a look of nervousness or vigilance, but to their disappointment, they found Wang Chen smiling, as if he had encountered something worth celebrating.

"Peking University is fine. If it weren't for my family situation, I should have gone to Harvard. Also, my name is Lu Feng, not 'Brother Lu,'" Lu Feng said, his tone still arrogant.

"Heh heh, did you think this banner wouldn't notice you?" Suddenly, the demonic shadow turned around, baring its teeth in a grin at Bing Yue'er, revealing an expression of extreme cruelty and malice.

No matter how senile Pan Bingzhong might be, his heart tightened at the thought. The Emperor wouldn't be thinking of bestowing a marriage upon them, would he? Fortunately, they were all already married; as for the only one who wasn't, he doubted the Emperor would even take a liking to him.

He was gambling—risking his own life and the lives of all his brothers. At first, driven by a momentary heat of passion, he had acted without hesitation, but now he felt a sense of fear. Yet, he knew there was no turning back; he had to bite the bullet and carry on.

My eyes flickered as I realized that only this young man responsible for receiving him had been born at the peak of cultivation.

Seeing the intimacy between Baili Aoyun and Han Ning, the Empress Dowager frowned. She lowered her eyes slightly, her face full of calculation.

On the second day after the Qin army breached Linzi, Chen Ping, who had been hiding at home for a day, learned of Liu Bang's death. He immediately sought out the patrolling Qin soldiers and declared that he was the Right Chancellor of the State of Han. Naturally, the Qin soldiers dared not be negligent and sent him to the General's camp to be dealt with.

Suddenly, the generosity and benevolence of Lord Leeds and his companions began to spread far and wide across the land.

Just then, the roar of a helicopter suddenly erupted outside the hospital. When Guan Qiubai heard the sound, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, and he hurried out.

Overjoyed, he did not catch Xia's words until she had already turned back into the house. Though he was a grown man, he looked as if he had received some supreme honor, grinning so widely that he could not close his mouth.

When Chen Luo walked out of the basketball arena and took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, a realization dawned on him: from the moment he defeated Le Dian, his peaceful life would be gone forever. What difficulties and challenges lay ahead?

When his name was called by those lips, Jiang Sheng’s heart contracted for a split second—a nervous impulse at work.

Then, Li Zhi unleashed his fire ability, slowly heating the pot of essence gold pill solution, attempting to dissolve the metal elements within the three strong acids.

However, although the body techniques of the Twelve Nights of Kongming were unrivaled among ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, this speed meant nothing to Yang Zhentian after his demonic transformation.

He had never seen someone so happy while being whipped as a corpse; it was truly insane. But such thoughts dared only be kept in his heart. He dared not speak them aloud, for Fang Hui guaranteed that if he did, he would surely be dragged away by the hidden figures nearby and subjected to a "rebirth."

Ma Jingwu, who had just finished answering Zhang Pingtian, spoke calmly, but a massive storm was rising in his heart. As a master of the Poison Hand Hall's three arts, he naturally knew about the rigor mortis and lividity Wang Yuetian had mentioned, but the theory of independent organ death was something he had never heard of before.

Even without mentioning these things, the ambiguity between Li Xiao and his General Manager, Yan Ruyu, made him dare not show the slightest negligence.

Bai Liuxi’s exquisite face was now drenched in tears, her appearance like a pear blossom in the rain. Despite her frail posture, there was a unique charm to her that made one feel especially protective.

"Wen Jue, with such grand aspirations and a vast knowledge of both ancient and modern times, you will surely achieve this great cause," Xie Lingyun praised.

Upon hearing it was Liu Dazhuzi, Ma Dong had some recollection; it seemed this fellow was a notorious scoundrel from the neighboring village, with generations of his family engaged in such crooked dealings.

"Perhaps in a past life, I already killed you and tormented you, but the karmic debt is not yet repaid!" Dr. Cao said coldly.

"Unsafe is unsafe. I truly cannot stand having to travel over fifty miles in the middle of the night every day just to get to work," Wen Qihang complained.

"I will consider it further," Lin Feiyu nodded slightly. If this were the case, it would explain why He Lingxue had come to a place like Wangchuan City.

Cheng Wushuang did not hesitate and placed it directly into his storage space. He would not be going to the family with Ling Zitong alone this time; he needed to leverage some "influence" to exert pressure on Ling Zitong's father.

Murong Suyue: A young assassin and a warlock of the Witch Clan; life and prosperity are worth less than a smile, and one should not force the unraveling of heavenly secrets.

Li Shimin’s expression was complex. For a long time, he had been watching coldly from the sidelines. It was only when Du Ruhui’s voice reached him that Li Shimin sighed, walked back to his dragon throne, and sat down.

Li Chengqian still held significant power at court, though it had not yet grown strong enough to influence state affairs.

Fang Cailing had indeed been captured by them; it was all because of his own negligence, being too focused on dealing with the mysterious middle-aged man and the Black Dragon Society, which allowed the enemy to find an opening.

Steward Song’s words made Wang Xingping’s eyes even redder. Wang Xingping hung his head, large teardrops falling continuously onto his rough hands.

"This subordinate understands." The Feather Fan Young Master bowed and saluted. Only when Lan Shikang was out of sight did he turn, wave his feather fan at Lin Zhijie, and say, "Take her, and we shall return to our own quarters." Having said this, he swayed his waist and walked toward the door.

Because of the Empress Dowager’s strict orders, no one dared to approach Shangde Palace. Furthermore, apart from the grand ceremonies where entry was permitted, no one dared to come; especially today, with the palace banquet underway, everyone else had attended the festivities, making the noise and bustle of the banquet contrast sharply with the desolation of Shangde Palace.

The leading official looked to be over sixty, dressed in a grey kimono with a calm expression. This man was Fujiwara Izumi, head of the Fujiwara clan and the regent of this era in Japan.

Unexpectedly, the Purple Emperor had already polished off the table full of dishes. Seeing the look of lingering desire in the Purple Emperor's eyes, Mu Qingshan ordered the servants to bring out another feast.