22 Solar Eclipse

Lan Ci was her most favored immortal, always well-behaved and obedient, winning her utmost favor. Otherwise, she would never have bestowed such an important divine beast as the Vermilion Bird upon her.

“Xue Yue,” Andy immediately spoke, and at the same time, the money and the construction order in his hand disappeared, and his reputation declined.

After receiving Sun Chengzong’s report, Tianqi pondered over it throughout the night. Early the next morning, he went to the Military Affairs Institute to hear everyone’s opinions. Upon arrival, seeing everyone gathered, it was clear that all knew Tianqi would personally inquire about this matter, and each had prepared their statements to avoid being caught off guard.

What surprised her was that even before she approached the school from a distance, she saw Murong Di’s carriage parked at the school gate.

“Housekeeper Nie,” Chen Yu felt somewhat guilty seeing the courteous demeanor. Thinking that she came to ask for help empty-handed was quite disrespectful. “I apologize for the early disturbance; I have a favor to ask.”

Strangely, the blades that were about to fall upon them suddenly stopped mid-air, as if someone had grabbed the armed hand from the side, suspending countless deadly weapons.

The next day, after Tianqi informed both the Political and Military Affairs Institutes, he publicly distributed Hong Chengchou’s memorial to all departments and provinces, inviting those with unique perspectives to submit their opinions, especially demanding that deputy generals and above from the newly established three military districts provide their views. The Military Affairs Institute’s military advisory office was likewise required to do so; others could submit if they wished.

It was like a fierce beast that, upon sensing an intruder in its territory, would immediately heighten its vigilance.

“Now, Moyie is set to abdicate in ninety years, which adds uncertainty to our mission. Because no one knows who the empress will be then, much of our current work carries great unpredictability. What are your thoughts on this?” Yu Sheng first voiced the concerns everyone was harboring.

Seeing Yu Sheng’s expression, Ouyang Xue felt not only happiness for him but also tension. The reason was simple: the precious treasure of Tianyun Sect had been kept here for thousands of years. Would the sect’s people be fools not to retrieve it? If they could not take it, there must be a reason. Thus, Ouyang Xue scrutinized her surroundings carefully.

“I am her rightful husband. Your surname is Fu, hers is Su. Are you sure you want to compete with me?” Yan Lan spoke coldly, his eyes full of possessive intent.

With the blessings of the Buddhas, Lu Guang’s aura grew mysteriously powerful, and his realm advanced to an entirely new height.

“Nonsense! The outcome is undecided. I will do as I please! Who gave you the right to boss me around, you traitor!” Sikong Shang spoke shamelessly, spewing wild words.

Judging by their looks, they were not joking. I nearly fainted on the spot. I have seen many street vendors selling phones, but to sell items worth hundreds of thousands like this on the street?

It was simply that capital deemed these matters trivial, insignificant compared to making money.

From dawn, a fine drizzle began to fall. Inside and outside the mansion gates, canopies were set up, and people regularly wiped the ground to keep the mourning hall and its surroundings clean.

He felt that his connection with Yue Guan was like the meeting of the golden wind and jade dew—an encounter surpassing countless earthly experiences, always a tacit understanding between hearts.

Lü Bu, upon seeing Ding Yuan, was displeased that he did not reward him personally; further annoyed when Ding Yuan reprimanded him before the other generals. He then replied in a muffled, perfunctory tone.

“What are you looking for? Is there something under this tree?” Fanyin asked. Bai Ze frowned, tilting his ear to listen. Fanyin immediately raised his voice and repeated the question.

Moreover, Ji Yixue noticed that the carriage was heading in a direction clearly not towards the Longmen headquarters.

Upon hearing his words, Director Ji, with the help of others, lay sideways on the treatment bed, assuming a common inclined position.

Core disciples within the sect are the focus of cultivation, wielding supreme secular power. Even someone as formidable as Xiao Zhanwang would kneel and pay respects upon entering this splendid city, greeted with smiling faces.

Seeing this, Lan Ling did not interrupt the other’s refining but sat cross-legged aside, quietly observing the process.

“Are we back to where we started?” Wu Ye looked around, puzzled, feeling the scene before her was indistinguishable from the first grand hall she had seen.

The tone often carried disdain and varying degrees of contempt. Even orthopedic doctors felt uncertain attending meetings.

As Jiang Yuxin rambled with a tearful voice, Ye Feng finally pieced together the sequence of events.

The Scorpion Society seemed to have abandoned the pursuit. When Fang Zheng and others reached the foot of Yanyun Sect’s mountain, they no longer encountered assassins.

Ye Xi did not resist Sikong Xu’s head pat; she merely glanced indifferently at Sikong Xu and Mikasa before leaving the house.

The final note fell, and applause suddenly erupted in the studio like a raging storm, washing over Gao Yanni.

Several hours earlier, he had been covered in wounds; it was this miraculous encounter that healed all his injuries.

She strove to create a kind image in front of everyone, easing their guard. Perhaps she did not intend to harm them, but certainly had her own purpose.

Gao Bo entered the backyard, raised his hand, and removed the sealing talisman before opening the door. Inside, except for a demonic lord’s portrait hanging high on the wall, there was nothing else.

That unmistakable aura of keeping others far away was clearly perceived by Yuan Ji, but he did not rush to explain.

“Father left so early. You raised me all these years. Now that you’ve finally met someone you like, don’t hesitate anymore. Go after her with confidence. I support you,” Zhenzhen said, guessing her mother’s hesitation and offering encouragement.

At this moment, Su Ran seemed to recall something, a slight smile playing on her lips as her consciousness glanced toward Tang Seng.

At midnight, while everyone was sound asleep, Wang Liu stealthily pried open the back door of the Crescent Moon Inn and slipped inside.

“Guanyin, what are you doing here?” Seeing the disheveled Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Buddha of Tathagata was momentarily stunned before speaking.

“Daoist Zixia, you must not do this,” Zhao Ya helped Zixia up, speaking with emotion.

Zhu Xuan sneered beside them, already sensing from Zhao Ya’s casual words not only a refusal of their special attention but also a firm attitude.