Chapter 43: Veneered with Imperial Green Jade (Two-in-One)

Shi Feng picked off the yellowed, inedible parts of the purified shepherd's purse in his hands and, without looking up, said, "The First and Second Companies have withdrawn from the mountains and headed to the vast plains in the south to clear out corrupted animals and wild weeds. It isn't far, so I told them to send their own men to come and collect the supplies."

"Has the camp changed its clearing plan? Why go south? Are we stopping the cleanup of the mountains in the north?" Gu Xiaomai walked over, picked up a handful of shepherd's purse, and began trimming it as well. She planned to finish processing the remaining purified plants from the past two days this afternoon.

Off to one side of the quiet chamber, a dense, golden radiance enveloped a mass of pure holy blood, within which limbs, heads, and organs churned incessantly, looking like a chaotic stew.

On the outskirts of the Twin Stars of Water and Fire, even the celestial cultivators and witch-tribe grand masters of other elemental affinities dared not advance further. They could only watch as the water and fire practitioners, with the valor of mortals crossing a strait, lunged toward the core of the twin planets.

He had never imagined that he would eventually be reduced to the point of having to sacrifice his physical body to complete the inheritance mission. Ah Jin’s persistence and Hongjun’s reasoning were not without merit, but even if he could leave the Primordial Realm now, what would become of his path of cultivation in the future?

To the school team, and even the members of the e-sports club, everything felt like it was just about "participating" and having something to brag about. To put it bluntly, they lacked the heart of a winner.

To Nalan Shixin, Mo Sui’s threat carried no weight at all. Still, she obediently listened to Mo Sui and approached Ji Fengsu, only for Ji Fengsu to turn her head away.

It was a true case of the tables turning; the only position of Imperial Noble Consort had been snatched by Ji Fengsu. She didn't fully grasp the political landscape yet, but she knew that in this inner palace, no one was above her except for the Empress.

If it were Ji Fengsu herself, backed by a massive industrial chain and subordinates who were experts at making money, the cost might be bearable. But why should her people have to shoulder the burdens created by these wretches?

As soon as these words left my mouth, Qiang Shun, Chen Hui, and the old man who lived on welfare all stared at me with wide eyes.

Du Xuan did not know that not only was the Heaven-Opening Demon Venerable in Jin Hua’s hands, but the 71st-ranked Left-Armored Demon Lord had also fallen to his eldest son.

"I say, you're being far too sensitive and nervous. Don't be afraid; with us here, nothing will happen," Zhang Yan said, striking the pose of a leader.

"Didn't you say you were injured and lacked the strength to set up an array?" Zhang Xu glared at me, his retort hitting me square in the chest.

As their altitude increased, their field of vision broadened, but the scenery that unfolded before them left them stunned once again.

After the meal, the ever-diligent Feng Gang swiftly cleared the bowls and chopsticks, while Fang Zhentian brewed a pot of premium jasmine tea, filling the room with its fragrance.

Seeing that the time was right, and guessing that Brother Wei would be too embarrassed to keep questioning him, he walked over, shook Brother Wei’s hand, and said, "Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. I need to go home and tell my relatives I’ve found a job so they can be happy too, haha." Brother Wei didn't stand on ceremony; he said he had a few more calls to make and told Hu Zi to see Tang Feng out.

Thus, although she still wore a pair of panda eyes today, her resolve made her spirit much stronger than it had been the day before.

Just as they stepped out of the vehicle and before the Empress’s palanquin could start moving, the curtain stirred, and Empress Jiao poked her head out once more.

Yin Feng’s tone was calm, as if he had found closure, yet in the flickering firelight, Li Wan could still see the glimmer of tears in the corners of his eyes.

The waiter’s jaw hit the floor. Even if she were a fool, she could see that these people didn't care about the money at all—or at the very least, they were people she couldn't afford to offend.

After eating his fill, Mu Yun let out a burp and slowly felt sleepiness wash over him. When he looked at the others, he saw that everyone except Dan Qingluo was curled up on the ground, wrapped in their coats, and sleeping near the dying campfire.

This mission had to be a success on the first attempt, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. For Yu Wei, this could be considered a "burning the bridges" moment.