Chapter 138: Borrowing Flowers to Offer to Buddha, Securing the Hearts of the People

Mr. X was indeed startled and instinctively reached out to catch her, half-embracing her in his arms.

However, what happened next made him realize another truth: any act that arbitrarily interferes with others' cultivation under the guise of amending power is an insult and a blatant trampling of the heavenly Dao and its laws.

"Xueling, one must not be impulsive in such matters. Let's calm down and plan things out carefully, shall we?" Chairman Fu persuaded earnestly.

For instance, he did not take any action against the subsidiary companies; instead, he blindly and persistently competed for orders with the Qiao Corporation headquarters.

"It's Lan Jiajia," Gu Lingyue said word by word, her gaze filled with resentment, as if she wanted to burn a hole through the screen.

Stepping out of the living room, Gu Anhao was informed by a servant that Old Madam Mo's condition had taken a turn for the worse and she had already gone to the Mo Family Hospital accompanied by Mo Feimo. Gu Anhao took a deep breath; no doubt, it must have been because of the incident involving Huo Siqi, which affected her mood and consequently her health.

After repeated encounters, she had thought the netherworld was merely an ordinary secret that anyone reaching a certain level would eventually know.

Among the Nine Mansions, the overall strength of the Qing Mansion ranked in the lower-middle tier. Combining the forces of the three giants, they still had about twenty Qi-refining practitioners. Even if they had lost one or two in the previous eerie domain, they could still dispatch more.

Seeing her tone tinged with a hint of impatience, Wu Shizhou sighed inwardly, wanting to say something more, but not knowing how to begin. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly, turn around, and walk out of the pavilion, leaving Zi Ning alone to contemplate.

Gu Anhao nodded obediently, picked up the fruit and the fruit-peeling knife, and sat quietly on the sofa to peel fruit for Old Madam Mo.

Su Rong, who had been watching this side for a long time, gave Su Ning a smug, triumphant look, radiating an air of utter complacency.

"It's not early anymore. Your birthday is in two months, and it's time for you to go out for trials," Dening mercilessly shattered his self-consolation.

Because compared to raising prices, diluting and adulterating was by far the most serious offense. Liu Ming currently attached immense importance to the reputation of Lotus White.

"A big nose allows for better breathing, the ability to endure what the world cannot, a heart free of grudges, and natural transformation," the Taoist priest said.

Judging by her posture, as long as Dibai nodded, she would probably have had the other person's soul extinguished without a second thought.

"Are the mourning hall and everything else prepared? Have the messages been sent to all the various families? Where is the housekeeper? Why hasn't he shown up after I've been here for so long?" Gu Changge asked the nearby servants in a cold voice.

Neither arrogant nor impetuous, Xiao Chenghao did not feel overly pleased by a single remark. Instead, he stepped forward to help his father up and diligently pounded his back with all his might.

Qu Ping and his companion entered the chamber of the New Science Shali envoy, who appeared somewhat startled and, facing the two giants, showed a trace of constraint.

"You all—why is it that upon arriving in Suizhou City, both the Black Dragon Hall and the Five Great Families all have spirit martial artists?" Tang Fei asked again.

First of all, a bottle of pure brew priced at twenty yuan, while slightly expensive for ordinary households nowadays...

The reason Wu Xian was able to drive away the Mad Demon True Monarch last time was not due to his own abilities. It was because the Colorful Phoenix True Monarch had integrated her avatar into his body, causing that phenomenon to occur. Therefore, the one who defeated the Mad Demon True Monarch was not Wu Xian, but Colorful Phoenix.

In her past life as an ancient person, she held lineage in extremely high regard. If she were to truly let her younger siblings become the children of a family with a different surname, she suspected her father would jump out of his grave to settle scores with her.

However, the common folk who should have loathed these noises were standing there with strange smiles, staring fixedly like walking corpses.

Although Yu Shaosi hated Su He, he did not hate Yu Huanqin. Seeing his younger sister in this state still tugged at his heartstrings.

"I suffered the most injuries in the entire incident. I'll go to court and have the judge give him a longer sentence," Ai Suiyi stated his reason.

He glanced at the sharp sword that belonged to his own clansman, his eyes filled with utter desolation. He had never imagined that after coming to this world, he would ultimately die by the weapon of his own people. At the very moment before his death, he directly invoked a special restriction within his mind and uttered a single sentence.

Di Bai took a bath and sat on the bed. Outside his ears was the sound of rushing water; An Wan was bathing in the bathroom. The bridal chamber had not yet been fully renovated, so Mother Di had simply prepared his room for the time being.

When they arrived at the hospital, it was only six o'clock. Figuring that Zhong Gu and Qi Song were probably still sleeping, Qinghun didn't go upstairs, but instead spent a short while practicing boxing on a patch of grassy garden at the hospital.

Shi Shao and Nangong Ze were completely baffled by the sudden appearance of Nangong Mo. Just like his disappearance, he had appeared without a trace, making them suspect that Nangong Mo had simply spent the past half-year sleeping in some corner of the old Nangong residence.

He reminded Ai Suixin that they had pinky-sworn earlier, promising that after he answered, Ai Suixin would have to answer as well.

Last year's provincial graduates looked down on commoners like us; now they probably have nothing left of their titles except the name of provincial graduate. Even the top scholar in the imperial examination eventually fades like a flower—an epiphyllum.

She stood by the window, where only the sound of rain reached her ears. When she heard the vibration of her mobile phone, several missed calls were already displayed on the screen.

Zheng Xin did not dare to move rashly on the mountain. Rolling down one side might lead into the lake, and that would likely spell the end of her life.

Vaulting out from the back wall, Ye Moxing casually tossed her handkerchief into a nearby trash can, her hands shoved deep into her pockets with a lazy and casual posture, resembling nothing more than a casual pedestrian strolling down the street.

Wouldn't any normal person who discovered something was wrong with themselves be anxious to fix it? What on earth was this inexplicable aura of self-confidence radiating from Qin Jinyu?

Wei Jianjia felt that her previous judgment of Wei Qingwan seemed mistaken. Wei Qingwan's skill at dishing out biting retorts had not only failed to decline, but had progressed by leaps and bounds. In her childhood, she had only known how to protect herself and keep external fires from burning her, but now it had evolved into framing her with accusations out in the open.

White powder drifted down in showers from the wall, dusting Wujin from head to toe, and abruptly he felt that something about the texture was wrong.