Volume One, Chapter 43: Searching Ximing Temple

Pei Qing’s expression shifted slightly. Although he had anticipated this, hearing it so bluntly still made his heart sink heavily, unsure whether to feel anxious or resigned.

In his current predicament, Yuan Guanglong had to prioritize himself above all else. To him, everyone else was a burden, and keeping them around would only drag others into danger as well, leaving no room for hesitation.

Yet, the Jiang family had barely risen to prominence—before anyone even understood how they managed it—they were already establishing an heir and elevating a concubine, showing sheer superficiality. By then, everyone would end up blaming the Second Great-Aunt and Jiang Jiazhen.

Colder than the weather was her heart. She vaguely knew that the child in her womb did not belong to the Emperor, but to Huang Xuan. If this child were to be born, it would serve as living, undeniable evidence of her crime.

In the end, Yuan Guanglong shook his head and returned to his room first, whereupon the eerie feeling behind him vanished. It was not that Yuan Guanglong was backing down, but rather that the time was not yet right. At the very least, he needed to wait until tomorrow, after he had inspected the situation inside the Primordial Spirit Taoist Shrine, before making a decision. Right now, he simply knew far too little.

According to her logic, from now on, all perpetrators would be entirely justified, while victims would have to tuck their tails between their legs and live timidly, forced to endure even if beaten to death, otherwise they would be committing a grave mistake.

Nanny Kong smoothly steered the conversation back to the main point. Li Yan offered a slight bow to express her gratitude. "I understand what you mean, Nanny, please rest assured." Li Yan paused mid-sentence, falling silent for a moment before swallowing back the words that had almost reached her lips. Pei Qing was not like Zhou Rui. Zhou Rui would help her, whereas Pei Qing would only help himself. She belonged to Pei Qing.

Truth be told, once a bowl of spicy soup went down, not only did his whole body warm up, but he even began to break into a sweat.

Li Yan reached out to touch the jade leaf hanging around her neck. The raised patterns on one side of the jade leaf were almost identical to the carvings on the box. Removing the jade leaf, she felt her way and aligned its raised patterns with the grooves on the box. As the jade leaf's relief pressed inward, the box clicked open soundlessly.

Xie Zheng caught his look and understood his intentions to a certain extent. Clearing his throat, he said, "Patriarch Wang, since we are speaking candidly without any hidden meanings, let us discuss official business."

Subconsciously, she turned her gaze toward Ansel, who responded with a reassuring, carefree smile. Of course, that was merely on the surface.

Leng Muchen naturally noticed who the call was from. "Fu Zijun? You are still in contact with him?" His tone carried unmistakable displeasure.

Su Ye burst into tears. "Do I have a choice?" With that, she supported herself up from the floor and made her way upstairs alone, holding onto the handrail.

And indeed, within this spatial realm of immortals and demons, even counting those from the divine realms of the lower planes, there were scarcely any who could exchange more than a few blows with him.

As it happened, Zhu Menglu’s seat was right next to Zhang Fei. This was, of course, a deliberate arrangement by Zhu Yi.

The newcomer was broad-shouldered and powerfully built, with a square face and a complexion as crimson as a Chinese date. His features looked as though they had been chiseled by a blade, and whenever he opened and closed his eyes, it was as if two storms were brewing within his pupils, inspiring instant awe in anyone who dared look at him. His aura was restrained, yet the majesty radiating from him resembled a supreme ruler standing proudly before them, too intimidating to gaze upon directly.

Mo Chenhai tightly held Su Ye’s hand as they walked barefoot along the beach, while Fei Ze followed closely behind, holding Chenchen at a moderate distance.

From a moral standpoint, Wang Jun was Xia Han’s senior schoolmate, and having been killed for the cause of justice, Xia Han ought not to fail his dying wish.

A sharp, piercing cold light flashed in Ye Feng’s eyes. He had already left the China Dragon Squad; strictly speaking from the perspective of his duties, even a terrorist invasion within a city had nothing to do with him anymore—that was a matter for the police.

Meanwhile, inside the classroom of Class One, Grade Two, several youths were gathered together. Each of their expressions looked rather solemn, and their gazes were all fixed upon a boy sitting by the window, staring blankly out at the scenery.

"Damn it! He really left." Watching Xing Yue walk away without looking back, everyone in the room could not help but raise their middle fingers toward his retreating figure.

The lighting in the private room was somewhat soft, with bright red candles lit in all four corners to set the mood. An occasional crackling sound drifted over, adding a subtle and delicate atmosphere to the space.

Perhaps the massage had been too relaxing, for within a short while, she actually drifted off to sleep. Liu Fei pulled a blanket over her, then lay down on his side next to her, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead as he quietly watched her.

A poison master was far too important to any faction, which forced him to worry constantly about Fifth Yi’s safety.

Before long in his pursuit, he arrived at the place where Ziyi and the villagers of Qianyuan Dock were being detained, and that shadowy figure had vanished as well.

Only a few hundred bills to fix it? Xia Zhiqing did not care whether it cost much or little; what she cared about was whether what Wang Dong said actually worked. However, even cosmetics costing tens of thousands of yuan that she had bought failed to achieve any results—could just a few hundred really be enough?

The color of the heavens and earth shifted. The clear sky was instantly rent by lightning and thunder, followed by countless bolts of heavenly tribulation plummeting from the sky and striking Li Yi directly.

Han Yimei remained silent, inwardly agreeing with Tian Yongcheng’s words to a certain extent, yet deep down she harbored a lingering, inexplicable notion that prevented her from making a hasty judgment.

Here, a ubiquitous will would interfere with the crystallization process, which was why this device had been placed out in the void beyond the Stalone Star System, operated entirely by pseudo-will digital lifeforms, with no natural living entities allowed to approach it.

That evening, the Southwest region's Chengdu Evening News, Sichuan Evening News, Chongqing Evening News, and other publications prominently featured bold red headlines detailing the graft and corruption of officials in Zhejiang Province. Several television stations in the Southwest region also broadcasted a massive amount of video materials mailed to them by Tang Yulong during their evening news programs, citing anonymous tip-off materials as the source.

Due to technological refinement, their combat philosophy had undergone a qualitative leap. Because the total energy output of a single warship had been multiplied dozens of times, its offensive power had basically surpassed the main guns of large capital ships among fifth-tier warships.

The two giant warships commanded by Renos that attempted to escape ultimately failed to evade destruction, as they happened to intercept the returning Sixth Fleet along their route, turning the encounter into a completely one-sided massacre.