Forty-six

"This..." Shi Yuan found himself in a difficult position. The dagger in his hand was no ordinary object; when Liuli had touched it once before, it had almost caused a disaster. Although that was due to Liuli's special status, such a bizarre matter still left him troubled.

His vigilance spiked instantly. This was no game; he had to unearth the root cause and send the Black Tapirs back to where they belonged. Never did he expect that hidden deep above the deities themselves was something so terrifying.

Even the faction that vehemently advocated for peace and reconciliation found this condition completely unacceptable. Their ancestors had shed blood and laid down their lives, fighting a bloody battle to the very end against the myriad demon beast clans. If they were to act so kowtowing and cling to survival, they would inevitably be condemned by thousands and unable to face the heroic martyrs of past generations.

Therefore, in the local tabloids, the movements and deeds of the Prince's heir appeared every few days. Even how many packs of toilet paper the heir purchased was recorded in crystal-clear detail.

Willpower was unlike martial energy; every time it was unleashed, it inflicted some form of irreversible damage upon the user. As the frequency of use increased, a person would gradually spiral into madness, experiencing hallucinations, amnesia, schizophrenia, and a myriad of other symptoms.

Approaching the house where Shen Yue lived, Qin Yan'er found the door tightly shut and devoid of any light. The food box she had brought at dusk still sat undisturbed right outside the threshold.

Holding off seventy thousand troops with twenty thousand was an immense challenge, and Dongfang Qiang was prepared to agree to any request Shi Zhongyu might make.

"Old Ancestor Su, the Zhao family relies entirely on you." He prayed inwardly, then widened his gaze, a majestic aura of a monarch radiating from his entire body.

Yet at that very moment, Luo Ting and the others felt a blur before their eyes. Following closely, a seemingly not-so-broad back appeared within their line of sight, standing right outside Wei City to become their first line of defense—indestructible.

Thinking of this, Wu Tian's heart suddenly stirred, and understanding dawned upon him instantly. The Heavenly Dao likely already knew their current situation and was probably waiting for Wu Tian and the others to finish exhausting the power of the Wu Ancestors before manifesting to strike them down.

As his voice faded, Xie Dongyang raised his hand and loosed an arrow—still an arrow formed from Pure Yang true energy. Yet halfway through its flight, the arrow violently burst apart, transforming into countless true energy daggers that rained down densely from all directions upon the Star-Hosting Old Freak.

Wang Ying's sharp and incisive words instantly caused Bai Yuqi to freeze for a moment, followed swiftly by a surge of fiery anger welling up in his chest.

People are driven by selfish desires. Emperor after emperor sent people in, yet no one was ever able to carry any news back out. The emperors they served each differed, and thus, conflicts inevitably arose.

Hu Dafa thoroughly embodied the revolutionary optimistic spirit of fearing neither hardship, fatigue, nor death, exceeding his public grain quota every single day. If they were to elect a model worker in this category, Hu Dafa could certainly sign up for the competition; as for whether he would win an award, that would depend on who his scene partner was.

A low roar escaped Qin Ning's lips, and with him as the center, ripples radiated outward from beneath his feet step by step.

"You just need to do as I say, and you don't need to know the rest. Given your personality, if I told you, you'd leak it out immediately." I gave her a sideways glance, feeling much more at ease seeing her current state.

"Boss, do you have a photo of him?" Glasses still possessed some wits, immediately homing in on the most crucial question at the outset.

He had heard it with his own ears from his master, Ninth Uncle, that these individuals possessed peerless fates, destined to be heaven's chosen ones who might one day ascend to immortality and seek the Dao.

"They're here, they're really here! Sheng'er, Lan'er, are they truly inside?" Grandma Ye asked anxiously.

Ye Feiyang bolted upright. Damn it, having seen photos like that, how could he possibly still do anything with him? He was in no mood whatsoever.

Perhaps it truly was a good choice. Since he had already promised Uncle Shu, he might as well give it a try. At this moment, Ning Ning finally grew truly serious.

With a single sentence, the entire crowd erupted in clamor. It turned out not to be jadeite? In a piece of raw jadeite stone, if what was unearthed was not jadeite, what could it be?

Once upon a time, she had regarded her as her greatest romantic rival, so much so that this friendship ended prematurely before it even had a chance to deepen.

Dagang turned around to look at Zhiqian and nodded. The cigarette Zhiqian had just lit dropped with a "snap" to the ground, instantly filling his heart with intense apprehension.

Everyone knew who the young Northern Suppressing General was waiting for, so they patiently accompanied him without a single person uttering a urging word. However, this did not prevent them from murmuring inwardly: Cheng Yi had already arrived, so why hadn't the person shown their face yet?

A body double completed the intimate scenes for her, and Qiao Chu only needed to do some reshoots for her facial expressions and gaze later on; only then would this hurdle be considered cleared.

Huo Yunfeng blocked the path of the horse carriage, watching as the items thrown down by them began to emit thick smoke. He furrowed his brow, only to see the surrounding people collapsing one by one.

For the freshmen, this was simply the greatest blessing. By noon, many students had already packed their luggage and secured their spots on the ferry returning to Shanghai. A few slower students were relegated to the second or third boats departing forty-five minutes later, but overall, everyone was brimming with excitement.

Princess Linshang nodded. As they were speaking, Song Jing arrived to pay her respects to the two of them. Princess Linshang waved her over to sit and partake in the meal. Song Jing listened from the side, consuming only two shrimp dumplings and half a bowl of clear porridge before setting down her chopsticks, wiping the corner of her mouth, and looking toward the First Madam.

Jun Feiyu swept back the hem of his robes and sat down opposite him, saying, "It's no loss. Father, I'll toast you a cup." Since sooner or later he would have to address him that way anyway, he might as well get used to it early.

As Xia Yang pondered, he followed closely behind Lin Qingqing into the house. Since Xia Yang stepped into the house almost immediately on Lin Qingqing's heels, the group of people in the main hall harbored no suspicion toward Xia Yang whatsoever, for in their eyes, Xia Yang had simply come along with Lin Qingqing.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her foot and stepped inside. This was Su Xiazhi's first time seeing Mingche's mother ever since learning she was a scholar's mother.

Mu Yihan was truly a terrifying man. Everything about her—he had known it all along, yet he had never once spoken of it.

He leaned close to her ear, a faint smile resting upon his face, yet it caused Yin Yumo to feel an involuntary shudder of chilliness run through her entire body.