Chapter 12, Page 49
Cen Rui desperately needed this timely cup of coffee to refresh himself. He had been overwhelmed all night, but he possessed rich experience in handling sudden, tricky problems with adaptability and follow-up skills.
Under the sunlight, two graceful figures supported a young boy as they walked away, while behind them, the members of the Yan family wore complicated expressions.
He hadn’t spent much real time with Yu Subai; most of their interactions were during training—and he hardly ever saw her smile.
Gu Min looked up and saw that at the top of the great hall, several luminous pearls were embedded. Each was about the size of a fist—such pearls were undoubtedly the rarest treasures in the world, emitting a soft glow at every moment.
Beside him, the monkey’s face showed astonishment. He had known Lin Yun for many years but had never realized Lin Yun possessed martial arts skills. This was completely unexpected; originally, he had been quite worried about Lin Yun.
Compared to these two matters, the third was of utmost importance yet the strangest of all. It was deeply intertwined with the peculiarities of the Qin Prince’s Mansion, sharing the same affliction—an entangled mess that muddled the mind.
The training room door suddenly swung open, and Yu Subai closed it with a loud sound. She walked to her seat, her face downcast, struggling to catch her breath.
Upon hearing this, Meng Xiuquan stopped questioning. He seemed to feel his question was foolish. After all, even the revered ancestor Zheng Tian had been cut down with a single sword; how could his own elder brother stand a chance?
When he halted, a dilapidated temple suddenly appeared before him, though he didn’t know when it had come into view.
Because stars were often pushed down by fervent fans or had suitors rushing on stage to propose, they planned to take this man off the stage.
No matter who took the first bite, the first piece of meat was Jin Yu Zhu’s—this was the best solution she could think of.
To be honest, Zhao Yun couldn’t manage it. Though skilled, his age and recent neglect of training meant he couldn’t move as effortlessly as Qin Chuan.
In most cases, once a drug dealer’s identity was exposed, they would use every means to escape.
It was the first time he had knelt for so long. He was no ancient man, not used to dropping to his knees frequently; his legs had gone completely numb.
Yin Chuying frowned thoughtfully. She was capable of cleaning up the aftermath thoroughly, ensuring that Jia Jing seemed never to have existed—no trace of him could be found.
Xuanyuan Yu sighed in relief, his expression softening considerably as he sat down and gently held Li Yan’er’s hand.
“Is that so? Then I’d like to see how your sect leader deals with me,” Lu Zhou said with a faint smile.
I have fought fiercely on the battlefield, racking my brains to bring the realm under my Dong family’s control—not to labor in vain for the Shen family.
Before he could finish speaking, Yin Chuying seized the opportunity, and with two sharp blows, both collapsed into unconsciousness.
Mu Chaoge watched their foolish expressions. To an outsider, one might think they were ungrateful.
Mu Qingya sneered inwardly. It seemed the Empress had designed this trap perfectly in such a short time. This was very much like the Empress’s style—unpredictable and inescapable, leaving no way out.
Yet two or three days had passed, and the entire community remained calm. Neither side had any clashes, and most importantly, the police in Zhonghai City showed no sign of action. It was as if everyone tacitly agreed to turn a blind eye, pretending nothing had happened.
Suddenly, before everyone’s eyes blurred, dozens inside the hall had their inner energy sealed by her finger. One by one, they froze like deflated balloons.
The finance minister Singh was greatly frightened by the Emperor’s roar: “I shall immediately issue the decree to increase taxes as commanded by His Majesty.” Singh turned and left the Thousand Pillar Hall, unable to imagine that the Emperor, desperate to defeat Khan Zhu Cilang, had gone mad—raising head taxes, heretic taxes, and even instituting pilgrimage taxes.
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“Assistant Lin, we’re stuck in traffic downtown. They say this road hardly ever gets jammed for three days, we’re so unlucky…” Fei Rong was very frustrated, then whispered, “Should we just run over?” Running with Di Bingqiao on her back wouldn’t be slower than driving.
Shangguan Ye showed no fear, lightly clapping his hands. Over a hundred imperial guards in black robes and long swords surged in from outside, ready to strike at the prince’s command.
Grabbing Shuangying’s hand, Lin Xinyao tried hard to pull her up, but Shuangying resisted, refusing to rise no matter what.
“You’re Zhang Yadong!” A middle-aged man’s excited voice came through the phone, recognizing Zhang Yadong’s identity just by his tone.
The biting cold air instantly seeped into every pore, causing a tremor beneath the skin. Long eyelashes fluttered, then lifted to meet those familiar yet strange handsome features, locking eyes with the gentle gaze that complemented her delicate beauty.
After several rounds of drinking, Feng Wuji’s drunkenness was obvious, yet his eyes grew clearer, responding fluently—the usual state.
“By strength, it’s only a Seven-Star Demon. Let me show you my life treasure—the true form of the lotus.” Saying this, Xuanyuan Hao made no attempt to dodge as a golden lotus appeared beside him, striking the old woman squarely.
From the legacy passed down by the Ancient Emperor Tian, Chu Yuan knew that this time, the Minluo Beast wouldn’t need to sleep long before awakening again.
Having experience with the birth of golden and water battle powers, and sensing the wood battle power’s traits when first taking the Water Essence Pill, now cultivating wood battle power through water battle power was no longer particularly difficult for Chu Yuan.