Chapter 78: A Minor Matter Regarding the Cat-Hiring

As the private rooms were opened, Hao Xin took in their full appearance. The décor inside matched perfectly with the exterior, yet the sounds reaching her ears seemed to belong to two entirely different worlds.

Accompanied by two cries of agony, the tragic skeleton hobbled toward me, its legs jerking awkwardly, moving at half the speed of an ordinary skeleton, just like a cripple. Watching it left me speechless—this place was a paradise for mages and archers to train.

"Observe quietly and send out scouts! After all, the father-in-law only has the authority to oversee the troops for now, so he should stick to his responsibilities. If we wait for Marquis Yiyang to arrive, then... Marquis Yiyang..." With the enemy situation unclear, Li Ru advised caution and restraint, but as he mentioned Jiang Qi, he suddenly cried out in alarm.

Murong Chen’s task was, in truth, simple: to verify his own lineage.

The hilt of the Cloud Sky Sword remained tightly gripped in Mu Yun’s hand; the faint sense of unease that lingered here only made Mu Yun hold it more firmly.

What? The Mandarin Duck Water Play Room? What in the world is that? Thankfully, few people were dining at the inn at this hour, or else everyone would surely have turned his reaction to hearing "Mandarin Duck Water Play Room" into a running joke.

Suddenly, fire erupted, and arrows struck without warning, appearing out of nowhere before crashing into the thick sulfurous gunpowder on both ships, leaving all aboard stunned.

Though unwilling, Zhang Chuan, as a seasoned scoundrel, knew when to retreat. He realized clearly that persisting would only lead to mutual destruction, and judging by Jiang Qi’s recent display, there was no way he would come out ahead today.

Autumn. A season of harvest. No matter how arduous their daily toil, when this season arrived, people felt it had all been worthwhile.

Since the child was unwilling, it was better not to force her. Last time at the temple, the master had told me: what is meant to be will come to pass; what is not should not be forced.

Mo Yu’s expression remained calm as he witnessed the scene before him, even though his attacks were continuously shattered by the opponent’s strength.

The most domineering aspect of the Death God Martial Soul was that awakening it immediately granted a domain; the Angel Martial Soul, on the other hand, lacked this ability until inheriting the Angel God’s power.

Shen Mo Jia had just stepped out of the bathtub, droplets still clinging to her skin. The steam had flushed her cheeks earlier, but now all color had drained from her face.

Liu Hong had confided only in Zhang Rang, who then shared a partial explanation with Jiang Liu—clear evidence of Zhang Rang’s esteem and recognition for Jiang Liu.

After all, according to Tang Liuyu’s knowledge, the Zhang family handled such matters with effortless skill.

He was born a refugee, but thanks to Robinson’s favor, he joined the Well Guard. To think that City Lord Jiang Liu knew his name—it was enough to make him tremble with excitement.

Zhao Jianye’s face flushed red; even with his thick skin, he hadn’t expected his future mother-in-law to embarrass him so bluntly. Money? Did he bring flowers for the sake of money?

Yet, amid the haze, I suddenly recalled everything that happened before losing consciousness. Instantly, I shivered, a cold sweat breaking out, and my mind cleared a bit. Reflexively, I used my divine sense to examine my own body.

She calculated in her mind—given the current crowd, she’d be late by the time she reached the elevator. It would be better to take the CEO’s exclusive elevator instead.

He began to suspect these people were hiding plenty of valuables—what if they refused to hand them over and danger struck?

The craftsman spoke calmly. During this period, Old Joey and Pego had been sprawled beside a crumbling wall, vomiting together—man and pig, their actions perfectly synchronized.

But even if he knew, he’d probably just sneer and call them country bumpkins. For him, it was merely a fundamental issue. In truth, there was much he understood that others did not.

Jiang Ming’s brow furrowed at this. The Xuan Heaven Academy lay at the heart of the capital, the largest spiritualist school in the nation, and renowned as a noble institution.

Eating, drinking, lodging, traveling, and even rare flowers and exotic beasts—everything could be purchased inside, so long as one possessed virtue points.

Even if the coalition could elect a Supreme Commander by vote, choosing Han Cheng wouldn’t matter much—they’d only be trying to disgust Xiang Yu.

Seeing the people at table 209 temporarily abandon their attempt to offer wine to Yang Shiman, Chen Qiu smiled, raised the cheap red wine gifted by Egret Restaurant with his reservation, and toasted Yang Shiman.

Coco nestled calmly in the staff’s arms, wide eyes blinking curiously at her surroundings, showing no sign of fear or tears despite being separated from her parents and placed in an unfamiliar environment.

Though they knew the contest rules, they had no idea what transpired inside. Naturally, they assumed those who exited early scored lowest. With Lin Fan still missing, the leaders from the other prison branches believed Lin Fan had perished in the trial’s secret realm.

If Ziying were to die because of a baseless accusation of sowing discord, it would inevitably tarnish Liu Ji’s reputation—everyone would harbor doubts. Becoming prime minister was already the best possible outcome for Ziying; why stir up trouble any further?

"Heh! Fellow Daoists, don’t worry. Go and rest in my treasure for a while. Once I break through their defenses, I’ll speak with you again..." Tai Xuan smiled at the two, swept his wide sleeve, and their bodies shimmered with light, instantly drawn into the Universe Cauldron.

Nightingale’s jet-black, lustrous hair was twisted into a thick ponytail, giving her a wild and untamed look. Her tall figure towered over Wugu, and her furious gaze radiated a unique dominance.

The reason Zhao Yun appeared here was because Xu Shu had petitioned Liu Zhang, saying the barbarians were uncivilized. Levying taxes as such would incite rebellion, and only someone with real authority could deter them—so he recommended Zhao Yun.