Chapter 62 Quelling the Rebellion
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After having a full meal at home, Shang Fusheng felt utterly sluggish and lacked the energy to move around.
Jia Yi and Su Lie exchanged glances, looking at Yang Yuanba in utter confusion. What was the reason behind this? Why were they retreating?
Seeing the white Mercedes-Benz driven by Ke Yang, Xiao Nan was about to ask when Ke Yang immediately explained that the car belonged to someone else and he was just helping out with the driving for a while.
Peng Biao felt somewhat doubtful. This Zhou Shichuan looked sickly, as if a single punch could knock him over; what possible danger could he pose?
For a moment, Kun Ning could not figure it out. Upon returning home, she retreated gloomily to her room, looking at her husband with a trace of panic in her eyes.
Yecheng had existed since ancient times, but Yang Ying was considering building a new city. He wanted to build a capital that would endure for generations to come, so he refused to expand or renovate the old city. Instead, he intended to construct a grand capital worthy of matching the mighty Tianwu Dynasty.
With light and nimble steps, like a gently fluttering butterfly, she rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window. Upon seeing the man step out from the backseat, her breath hitched noticeably.
"Boye! Your disciple is simply peerless!" Sitting beside Cai Yong, Meng Rongzhi was now genuinely envious of Cai Yong's incredible luck! Ying Ge, as a disciple, was simply too astonishing! Meanwhile, Cai Yong looked at Ying Ge in the center of the grand hall with a rising smile at the corner of his lips.
The photos sent by Fu Enzhu were not baseless. She had already sent that picture to Cheng Ying's older brother for verification, and there were no traces of Photoshop, meaning the photo was not fabricated.
"Spit, spit, spit!" Yuanbao was also someone with a stubborn mouth. Although he would yield, his mouth refused to admit defeat. After frantically lecturing his mother, he seized an opportunity, broke free from his mother's iron grip, and charged forward with all his might.
Half-crouching by the edge of the stone wall, Feng Qi followed the instructions given by Zhang San and gently turned it. On the surface of the stone wall, a pair of eyes carved onto a phoenix suddenly responded with a distinct "creak" sound.
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"Nonsense!" Baili Qiu said with annoyance. If I couldn't hear you speak at such a close distance, do you take me for deaf?
However, the soft sword was extremely agile. Although the Supreme Third Elder had managed to dodge its previous strike, it naturally did not remain in place.
Thinking of this, Lin Feng was pleasantly surprised. He slapped his thigh and wished he could give himself a slap to the face. How could he have been so foolish? Why bother with some fake identification and waste so much time?
A sinister chuckling sound suddenly echoed through the air. Three figures dressed in black, radiating immensely powerful spiritual pressure, shot straight toward the three elder patrons of the Xiao Clan. The other two, with extremely gloomy gazes, stared fixedly at Lin Han and darted swiftly toward her.
It was not until dawn completely broke that Luo Shilan left Tianyi Residence. As she left, her mood appeared exceptionally cheerful, perhaps because the peach tree had finally blossomed, or perhaps because Bai Shu had truly stepped through the threshold of cultivation.
Sure enough, when Li Shan turned over, the mysterious force lingering beside him instantly receded, but the moment Li Shan began to snore loudly, that force reached out again like countless tentacles.
Immediately afterward, Bai Shu released Dong Se, turned around, and walked toward Chengying. Leading his horse, he left Sanli Lane without looking back.
At this, Pei Shuang thought it was merely an illusion, but the closer she got to Lu Lingmeng, the more resonant the lament echoing in her heart became. In the end, she could no longer hold on; her longsword slipped from her hand and landed on the ground with a clanging sound. The sword light suspended in mid-air lost its anchor and finally dissipated into starlight, vanishing without a trace.
She had kept this matter in mind, but today's cultivation session had been entirely too engrossing. By the time she remembered Lin Yu, the sun had already set in the west, and she had rushed over in a flurry, only to find out she was still a bit too late.
What Ding Hao said so casually was actually part of a long-laid plan. His current surface-level strength was at the sixth tier of the Xiantian realm, but in truth, Ding Hao was not afraid of cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage either. Even if he could not defeat them, escaping would pose no problem at all.
"Young master, I am aiming for the Best Supporting Actor award, so my scenes have all been prepared to perfection," Ma Ran said, full of confidence.
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Stepping out of the Ji residence, magnificent carriages were driving away one by one outside the gates. The departing young maidens wore smiles on some faces, while others carried sorrow.
They felt secretly annoyed that the melting snow had not soaked through their official boots. The cold and damp misery was unbearable to the extreme, yet they had no choice but to slowly trudge across the snowy path. When they arrived at the entrance of the Prince's Council Hall, they discovered that the imperial carriage beneath the steps was covered in thick snow, looking as though it had been parked there for a long time.
The biggest change was the "title"! No, previously it was an "evaluation," and this time it was a title. What did this change signify? This system, for all its numerous virtues, loved playing guessing games—which was its major flaw. It never stated any requirements clearly, always demanding that the host "explore on their own."
Sun Kai finally relented, though his "stinking" face had the words "sulky and unhappy" clearly carved into it.
"I've seen it in a book on poisons, but the antidote for the Zhu Luo Dan requires fresh Zhu Luo Dan fruit. This place obviously won't work," Hu Jisheng said with a somewhat helpless expression.
The above seven entities were all production and business-oriented organizations. Although their initial results might not be stellar, as long as they persevered, these people would have no trouble supporting themselves entirely.
"Brother Sun, you really hit the mark," Meng Xiao said, overlooking every move of the enemy troops below the city and confirming, "The enemy troops are building nests for themselves."
After bidding farewell to the various generals, Li Huan walked out of the council hall and returned to his room. Seeing Song Chan sitting by the table embroidering, he stepped forward, gently embraced her, and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
Lei Li walked over to Xie Wudao's side, reached out to tear the hem of his battle robe, and then meticulously bandaged Xie Wudao's wounds. At first, Xie Wudao felt unnatural and even squirmed slightly, but then he yielded to Lei Li. After all, Lei Li was doing it for his own good.
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