Chapter 137: The Qi of a Flood Dragon

The elevator door slid open at the touch of a button. Duan Weiqi stepped inside, turned around, and locked eyes with Li Jiaying.

Duan Shanshan’s face tightened as she prepared to fly into a rage. The man beside her whispered something and reassuringly pressed down on her hand, causing her to swallow her anger.

As for ironware such as crucibles, iron stands, and tripods, artisans could easily be commissioned right here in the capital.

Every past instance where she had belittled Song Shi now served as undeniable proof of her own narrow-mindedness and poor judgment of character.

Having traversed numerous worlds, Wu Yue had lost count of the times he had slept in the open air, with the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed. His mind was as clear and untroubled as a mirror, long immune to the distraction of external possessions. If he could remain entirely unperturbed for half a month in a place as repulsive as the Hall of Atonement, how could this place possibly affect him?

Only then did Li Guangyan raise his head to watch Jiang Yunqing turn and leave. His face was pale with pain, and his voice carried a mixture of incomprehension and profound affection.

At that moment, a chorus of loud wailing suddenly echoed from the corridor. Following the sound, they saw a massive, sweeping procession heading directly toward them.

However, although the planetary blockade of Yanhuang Star had been lifted, Alex's fleet remained stationed just outside the planet. That fellow would certainly never allow the players to leave. Thus, after eliminating the airborne corrupter Anglas, Luo Tianhuan still had to deal with the trouble posed by Alex.

Fortunately, the managerial supervisors in the economic park were still working overtime at this hour, so no outsiders were around to witness the scene. Throwing aside all regard for his image, Huan Ling mounted the bicycle and began to pedal unevenly, swerving wildly left and right along the pathway in front of the building.

Possessing a mastery of the Chinese language and knowledge of Chinese history, Paul Pelliot had plundered the most valuable and quintessential manuscripts from the Dunhuang Cave Library. He had once boastfully claimed that he had taken away every single manuscript of true value from Dunhuang.

Ever since the conclusion of the fierce battle against Bai Yongzhao at the Heavenly Peak where Xiao Yan and his two companions resided, students had continued to flock there in an endless stream. On one hand, they wanted to witness the legendary holy-tier challenger who was on par with Mu Yuyang; on the other hand, they hoped for a chance to catch a glimpse of the academy's renowned inner-court twin beauties.

Even though Su Chang was not an alchemist, he could tell at a glance that the cauldron inside the stone cave was of extraordinary value. Lifelike engravings adorned its surface, and deep, lustrous lights flickered across it—shining as brightly as ever despite the passage of ten thousand years.

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In response to Qiulichen's remark, which practically amounted to an alliance, Zhao Yi was utterly thrilled. "Good, good! This is simply wonderful." To an outsider, it appeared that two of the three major Wuhuan tribes entrenched in Youzhou had already been subdued by Zhao Yi, presenting a scene of harmonious joy. One could almost envision a future where all ethnic groups united and helped one another toward common development.

Prince Jing followed Prince Chen in offering a formal bow and said, "This son takes his leave." Prince Yu merely bowed to the Emperor—fulfilling the bare minimum of etiquette—and did not utter a single word to him.

With those words, Hong Yi raised his staff and charged forward, intercepting the black-clad figure's fierce assault. Even if it meant exhausting his very last shred of strength, he would not allow the assassin to approach Shiyao.

Hearing this news, the six thousand cavalry and the ten thousand infantry behind them wore blank expressions that quickly shifted into expressions of pure delight, as if they saw riches beckoning to them.

A moment later, Ye Tian regained his composure and began to observe and admire the ancient and mystical golden skull.

He suspected that this was very likely the mechanism triggered by the person who had earlier broken into the underground palace to slay the corpse-puppet.

Gu Fang was so furious her face turned ashen. She had hosted this Hundred Flowers Banquet precisely to display her natal family's power and wealth before the imperial concubines, to let everyone know who was truly in charge, and to remind the Emperor of her weight and standing. Never had she expected that before the Emperor could even warm his seat, this vixen would come and ruin everything.

Although the bed was not very large, I still kept as far away from him as possible. Lin Jing made no further moves toward me. At first, I felt somewhat nervous, but gradually, I drifted off to sleep.

"Please wait a moment! There aren't many guests today, so the two of you may choose the most comfortable spot to sit." Yan Pinming turned around and began preparing the tea sets and leaves for them.

Wu Feng's kind intentions were entirely clear to Wu Mei. Both opposing parties were absolute titans; had his Spiritual Qi Art not broken through, he naturally would have refused when faced with such a predicament.

He had already experienced the might of a tier-one star weapon, so a tier-three star weapon was bound to be overwhelmingly powerful.

"You don't know who I'm talking about? Don't tell me you've forgotten you're already a married man!" Lin Jing looked at his friend with a hint of exasperation.

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We were in no rush to walk toward that spot, choosing instead to wait for further confirmation. We saw a protrusion in the direction the old lady and the others were gazing. It did not look like ordinary sand or earth, but rather resembled an earthen pillar, though it was completely blanketed by sand. However, instead of accumulating into a dune, the sand had formed a pillar-like shape.

Once everything was arranged according to our expectations, we could finally take a rest. Each of us took some food out of our backpacks to satisfy our hunger.

If the respect previously shown to Ziyun Academy by the Sword Rain and Drifting Fragrance academies had stemmed entirely from Chu Feng, then at this moment, both of those advanced academies were utterly dumbfounded.

Xu Qiang gave chase, but only caught a distant glimpse of the blue jacket's figure as it ducked into a bar—and a remarkably noisy one at that.

Linyuan's frown deepened. He opened his folding fan and gave the young woman a gentle wave, whereupon she instantly tumbled into the water.

Watching the screen where Feng Lang was recklessly scattering a fortune, Jiang Muyan furrowed her brow. She should have first ordered all their people to halt and collect payments within the company; Feng Lang currently looked exactly like a rich man's foolish son. To sum it up in a phrase: more money than sense.

She had shown sufficient mercy toward her husband and her duties as Empress; toward herself alone, she was ruthlessly cruel.

Hmph! Whether in the Ancient Dynasty Continent or the future Immortal Realm, he would definitely eradicate those people while they were still in their infancy.