Volume 1, Chapter 51: Fu Xicheng Torments Su Tingwan!

"What a grand declaration of fighting to the bitter end. Yet the Starry Sea Sect has not reached its twilight, and its true glory still lies ahead." A low, gloomy voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. Everyone turned their heads in unison to one side, only to see another figure clad in black robes walking slowly out from the shadows beneath the altar.

Nothing much of note transpired in the imperial court, save for someone inquiring when King Jie, who was currently away from the palace, would return.

The venerable figure's haggard face was racked with unbearable agony as he struggled and spat heavily onto the faces of the eldest princess and her husband.

As soon as Xia Mo uttered those words, it was undoubtedly an insinuation that Xia Yiuxue's chamber was impure. The lingering blaze of anger from that morning had yet to subside, and hearing Xia Mo put it this way instantly provoked him into a rage of embarrassment.

A vague notion was already forming in his mind—an idea conceived just moments ago while Qin Ming was deducing the Five Sacred Mountains Orthodox Technique left behind by Qin Xuanwei, and also the most effective way to utilize this level of primordial spirit magic.

Rui'er was indeed ravenous, having gone without food for several days. Though the King had given her some sort of medicinal pill which kept her barely conscious and functioning, she constantly felt an empty void within her stomach.

Inside the heavenly prison, Xiaohou Wu poked the gleaming bronze lock with her fingertips. The flickering, unstable candlelight outside made her eyelids twitch violently. Locked in the adjacent cell was Xiaohou Yuan. When Feng Yin had come to make the arrest, Xiaohou Yuan had remained seated there, staring fixedly at Luo Ying.

Expecting some highly specialized business queries, she was surprised to find they were merely corporate rules and regulations.

"Keep your voice down, lower it, as if you're afraid the whole world doesn't know," Ye Li scolded playfully.

Although the girl Jixiang usually wore a cold expression, she was remarkably perceptive. Flipping down from the roof just now, she must have known that her mistress was deeply worried about the situation inside yet didn't dare to venture in blindly to investigate, so she had stolen a couple of glances from the rooftop.

Seeing that this person was about to seize the dazed Fairy Yunyun, Jun Qianyu let out an angry snort, raised a finger, and unleashed a ferocious wave of sword Qi that slashed straight toward the outstretched hand.

Peng Zhi did not hesitate in the slightest once he decided to act, raising his hand and delivering a resounding slap across the face.

Although her status within the sect was extremely lofty, Wang Yu understood all too well that she could not actually interject in major decisions. For instance, after Wang Li was killed, everyone up and down the sect demanded the execution of the perpetrator, leading to wanted posters plastered across the entire empire, with infiltrations even reaching neighboring nations.

"Wan Chai Police Station Superintendent Li Ying, Wan Chai Police Station Senior Superintendent Zhou Xingxing, Wan Chai Police Station Chief Inspector Qiu Zilong, Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station Superintendent Zhu Biao, Kowloon Police Station Superintendent Le Huidong, Flying Tigers General Commander Xu Qisheng, and so on." All of these individuals were staunch supporters of Xu Yifan.

Therefore, if Yang Yizhi insisted on obstructing him, Yu Mo wouldn't say much, but when she criticized him for being excessive, he simply couldn't let it go. This was an absolutely non-negotiable standpoint; how could it be subject to casual perspective-shifting?

Xu Xian's brow furrowed slightly. With a gentle push, a massive silver palm formed from lightning surged forth, immediately blocking the steel fork and triggering a tremendous gale.

Having thus seen off his master, Yao Yuexuan stared down at the bronze mirror in his hand, a strange gleam flashing in his eyes.

The erratic sparks left a group of people dumbfounded. What kind of constitution was this? It was simply too powerful; even swords couldn't hack through it.

"Haha, well, enough of that. Zihao, stay the night here, and we can have a good chat," Xu Xian smiled and said.

She had not fallen in love; it was simply that Li Mingxuan had saved her, and she did not wish to see him die like this.

Seeing that his opponent possessed formidable strength, Lin Yifang had no choice but to continue exchanging blows while racking his brain for some unconventional tactics to achieve a surprise victory.

"Alright, alright, speak if you have business. Alcohol is forbidden in the army during wartime, and I didn't bring any." Xiao Yi could not help but smile wryly and shake his head at these words. General Liu and Commander Pan had treated him exceptionally well, but during wartime, that meant... Speaking of the fine wine of Jinyang, Zhao He had sent him a whole cartload just last month, but in less than a month, only five jars remained.

Yet he had genuinely accomplished it without any concealment, nodding with firm conviction.

"Who is this person? What kind of attack is that!" Watching Huang Xuanling suspended in mid-air like a god of war, even Mo Sha felt a surge of profound shock.

"This soul artifact is fiercely tyrannical; it is definitely a rare treasure!" Wu Menqing remained entirely oblivious to his own predicament, charging directly ahead of Jinlian and hurtling toward Ye Han.

"Regarding the agricultural company, buying land in Brazil requires a joint venture with the local government, which feels rather annoying." Hang Yu indeed possessed a penchant for hogging all the benefits; parting with shares for his own family was already something he had barely managed to accept, so sharing with "outsiders" was deeply displeasing to him.

Half of the foot-long blade was buried, while the remaining half hummed incessantly, the pommel swaying back and forth in an exaggerated motion.

"Not looking too good. So far, we've only sold one hundred and seventy thousand units, and sales have already started to decline." Tan Zongqin's expression was rather grim; this was a situation he had completely failed to anticipate.

As for the people within the manor, since their master was absent and their own strength was limited, they had lost the courage to pursue Chen Xi, leaving them with no choice but to watch helplessly as Chen Xi walked away carrying the stone tablet.

The magical artifacts crafted by Huang Xuanling were all sold through Feng Jianfeng, who was acutely aware of their quality and quite capable of discerning the good from the bad.

"If Teacher establishes it, a massive force will surely gather in a short period!" Fan nodded and said.

Qi Nai did nothing more than press her lips against Sun Yumeng's. This kiss was devoid of surging hormones or any romantic ambiance—there was only a faint sweetness, tinged with a touch of youthful awkwardness.

That wealthy socialite who had previously offered fifty thousand bought a hundred copies in one breath. Had she not been mindful of the long queue behind her, she might well have bought up the entire remaining inventory.

And as we have stated, the actions of the deep-sea fleet were by no means devoid of strategic purpose; high-level, intelligent deep-sea Princesses perfectly bridged this deficiency.