Chapter 38: The Imperial Edict Arrives, A Slap in the Face

Lady Gu Zhou rushed back to the Gu residence, excitement written all over her face. She happened to run into the Marquis of Ruyang at the main gate, who had just returned home. Without noticing the gloom on his face, she eagerly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, saying, “My lord, our son has finally been granted the heir’s title!” The Marquis was taken aback, “Ah? When did this happen?” “I’ve just learned about it myself. The official from the palace will arrive with the decree at noon. There’s no need for us to go inside, let’s wait right here,” Lady Gu Zhou said happily, instructing her attendants, “Quick, prepare—”

As long as he could successfully enter the Hundred Herb Garden, it was clear there would be little interaction between him and Zhao Shouwang from then on.

Long Zhong observed Shi De sitting motionless, exuding the confidence of someone with a strategy already in mind.

The steward and two elderly servants carried two heavy chests forward. When they opened them, they revealed a dazzling heap of silver.

It took perhaps only a dozen minutes for Ye Tian and his companions to reach the base of the Tower of the Medicine God, where over a hundred people had already gathered in the plaza.

A terrifying surge of energy blasted forth, shattering two enormous palms in an instant. The powerful shock sent Lang Hongxiang and his comrades reeling, blood spraying from their mouths.

To Ye Bai’s surprise, the person who opened the door was a familiar face—Uncle Ke, Yu Man’s bodyguard and driver.

“Let’s not worry about him. I’ll go in and check each one myself,” Han Xiao thought with a smile, no longer hesitating. With the cultivation he possessed now, not only could he withstand these poisonous mists, but even ten times deadlier toxins would not harm him in the slightest.

Xue Hao stood to one side and asked coldly, “If he’s just an ordinary friend, why are you so anxious?” Ding Yuhan was stumped by the question, unable to respond, her expression conflicted and uncertain how to resolve the situation.

Yadong smiled as he walked from the edge of the arena toward its center, looking casually at Zhu Xiaotian. Zhu Xiaotian pushed off powerfully with both legs, leaping straight up from the ground, his gaze now fixed intently on Yadong, gone was his earlier contempt. Clearly, with that opening exchange, Zhu Xiaotian was at a disadvantage.

This place is not only the birthplace of global fashion, but also the heart of the world’s music and film industries. It boasts the finest entertainment enterprises and luxury brands, setting and representing the highest standards of global fashion.

It took a long time for Li Xiao’s heart to calm. He took a deep breath, turned around, and picked up the phone to call Wu Jinhao.

Before entering the hotel, Yang Ruoli had already asked the staff to hide her bottles and jars. Feng Jiping said that the two distinguished guests had already arrived. Sure enough, when Feng Jiping opened the door to the private room, Elder Feng and Elder Jin were both present.

As Ling Dongwu drifted in such a trance, two days of the competition passed. On the third day, the final round at last arrived.

Yan Ziluo, who rushed over afterward, knew that Zuo Linfan had already escaped in advance. She didn’t answer Chen Luoluo’s question, but went straight into the villa and entered Chen Zheng’s bedroom. Sure enough, the painting was already gone.

Liu Ying’er hung up the phone. That call left Yang Ruoli baffled and annoyed, as Liu Ying’er had disrupted her sweet dreams.

Master Lei Yu’s expression was calm and unruffled, but Bing Yan and Lei Ningqiu beside him looked grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Liu Kui wasn’t afraid; his spirit was soaring higher than ever. He simply wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the danger lurking within these circumstances.

Su Ranhua had intended to leave, but the third lady revealed such a significant matter—her aunt had died—which made her stay no matter what.

These siblings truly seemed heartless, paying no heed to Bei Mingye’s agony and blood loss, but instead badgering him to show them those ‘wounds.’

Now, wouldn’t his scandal become a laughingstock spread across the entire Central Plains? At the same time, his name and appearance would be etched in everyone’s memory throughout the continent.

Their hearts were in their throats; time was almost up. If they didn’t complete the refining soon, they would lose.