Chapter 60: Transferring the Household Registration

Shen Yuezhou turned a deaf ear, staring intently at Shi Yun, "This isn't true, right!"
Shi Yun said indifferently, "As you can see."
Seeing this, Fu Siyu affectionately pinched her cheek, "Baby, don't mind him, let's get in the car."
With that, he opened the car door, first carefully shielding Shi Yun as she settled into the front passenger seat, before leisurely taking his place in the driver's seat.
The engine started, and Fu Siyu purposely rolled down the window.
Smug toward Shen Yuezhou, who was left standing in a daze.
"Alright, if you won't let me call you boss, then I'll just call you Yang Ming directly," Yang Ming said with a smile.
"Hello, Brother Shuo?" Although it was already past eleven in the night, the voice coming from the other end of the phone remained wide awake, tinged only with a faint trace of joy and disbelief, as if he had never expected to receive a call from Han Shuo.
Leaving behind these words, Xue Tianao leaped down from the roof, leaving the remaining problems to Gongzi Su and Jun Wuxie.
How slow was the forward movement of the two spheres? One could understand simply by looking at the dusty ground beneath them, which didn't even stir or tremble in the slightest.
"You're crazy, completely crazy. You've really lost your mind," the old master of the Qiao family said, utterly furious upon seeing how his son had been so bewitched by Lu Yan.
"This sword is naturally of immense value, priced at around fifty thousand gold coins," the referee said, stroking his beard.
"Hmph, I think Piercer is just being slippery. If it really comes down to brute force, he's definitely no match for us," Haozi said confidently.
Xiangxiang was left speechless. Elder Jinyan's ability to ascend to the position of managing elder of Yitian was indeed due to extraordinary cultivation, far beyond the reach of an earnest and honest man like Lantian Ce.
Her height had also increased slightly; she now stood at one meter sixty-eight centimeters. It could be said that her current appearance was the dream lover in the hearts of all men, capable of capturing hearts at a single glance.
After all, having won such a great and decisive victory, eliminating the court's most grievous internal threat, and with Jiang Zhiyuan having achieved monumental merit in this campaign, a direct promotion of three or four ranks was something the entire body of civil and military officials could still grudgingly accept. Yet, that final official appointment—Prefect of Hangzhou—was the one thing completely beyond the civil officials' expectations.
Until this moment, Liu Qingwan was still unsatisfied; the hatred that had accumulated deep within her heart for nearly seven hundred years was being released bit by bit.
"This, Zhang can agree to!" Wei Yan laughed heartily, then glanced at Long Di before finally giving his reply.
Lu Feiyang currently held not a single shred of vigilance toward this fellow! After all, this was the peace mode, and this guy couldn't possibly do a thing.
The principle was identical. All that was needed was a top cover, a pipe, and a cooling device to allow the steam to condense and drip out, and it would become the still Mingyue desired.
"Not yet. Wuxian is in the middle of a breakthrough, which is no easy feat. It will probably take a while longer. What, are you leaving?" Yin Shi asked.
"Your Highness, send me to the Hot Spring Manor in the West City," Xiao Xizhi's voice sounded softly.
Yet the objects of their discussion were almost entirely related to Lu Feiyang. This could easily be told from the way they would occasionally glance over at Lu Feiyang while they spoke.
Tao Shigang and theaxiastic Scholar Yueqiu exchanged glances. Initially, they had assumed this person of the same age as them was the esteemed teacher of Master Lin, never expecting the dynamic to be the reverse. However, they didn't dwell on it for long; their primary purpose in coming this time was to discuss and exchange insights with Master Lin.
This, if one were to speak of it, felt more like a kind of imposing aura—an unexpressed, restrained dominance that should belong to someone standing high above the rest.
If Bailang were truly casting "Soul-Infusion" upon you, or some closely related technique derived from "Soul-Infusion," just imagine what kind of turbulent waves that would stir up within the Immortal Realm!
After all, even though Palau had long since gained independence, the island nation had actually always been a vassal state of the Bald Eagle Empire. When it came to things like the military, the country relied entirely on the Bald Eagle for garrisoning its defense.