Chapter 61
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Owing entirely to that flame imprint, this bizarre stone shared an inextricable bond with Bai Yi, one that no force could ever sever. In the future, when the life form within the stone emerged, it would serve him—this had already been ordained as an immutable fate.
"Roar..." A tiger's roar resounded across the heavens and earth, and a majestic, kingly aura permeated the surroundings. In the nearby Elson Great Forest, magical beasts trembled with a profound sense of terror, prostrating themselves in panic.
If all of this were true, it would simply be too incredible. After all, even as a direct disciple of the Phantom Venerable, could he afford to defy the laws of the immortal cultivation world?
Following her gaze, the crowd looked out toward the distant horizon, only to see a massive plume of dense, dark smoke soaring into the sky and spreading in all directions.
Thinking back now, this was precisely why she had found Ling Mengqi familiar upon their very first meeting, while Old Madam Lu, Madam Lu, and the others had sensed nothing unusual. It also explained why she had found Noble Consort Luo's voice familiar just moments ago, wasn't it?
This allowed Wushuang and the others—who had not even reached the rank of Black Iron Grand Swordsmaster—to enjoy the salary and benefits reserved exclusively for Platinum Grand Swordsmaster-tier experts within the imperial military.
What a pity that old habits die hard. Even though, in the eyes of her familiar colleagues, Lin Meijuan had grown much "more mature" and tactful since last year, she still fell far short of the standards demanded by Tang Xiaolan.
Yes, in that very instant, the surging energy fluctuations and murderous intent were proof enough that the person before them could effortlessly annihilate all five of them with a mere wave of his hand.
"Pardon me, I need to take this call!" Xia Yongning took out her vibrating phone and pressed it to her ear.
"What are you two doing here?" It turned out to be the nurse coming in to change the IV drip. Seeing the two of us acting so furtively, she wore a look full of suspicion.
Cao Can knew what kind of place Xiang Commandery truly was. Relying on the people there to investigate matters concerning Zhao Cheng was nothing short of wishful thinking. Moreover, Cao Can had always believed that given the past relationship between Hu Hai and Zhao Gao, Hu Hai must have been intimately familiar with Zhao Cheng.
The man's body was burning hot as he pressed against her. Stiff with tension, she lay awake the entire night, whereas Qiao Handong slept refreshingly well all night long.
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Everyone in the hospital room was consumed with intense curiosity. Several people wanted to come over and strike up a cordial conversation, but they were all deterred by the innate chill and coldness radiating from him, not even daring to utter a single word. The room was so quiet that even the sound of Shen Qingchu sipping her congee could be distinctly heard.
Madam Jin thought to herself that she could finally send this plague god away; even losing a bit of wealth was no big deal, as long as this girl stopped being an eyesore right before her eyes.
"Forget it, I'll just go outside and grab some skewers tonight," she said, before flashing away in a flurry of motion. She picked up the jacket she had tossed onto the sofa, only to catch sight of two stealthy figures lingering in a corner upstairs.
Clearly, she had not forgotten how He Ximing had spent a king's ransom on her during the previous charity auction.
"The Empress Dowager has never trusted me; she trusts only herself. My only crime is not being her son, and my only mistake is being born into the imperial family. Aside from that, I am purer than anyone else," Li Dan realized with a sudden epiphany.
"Father does not know yet! He has always worn his emotions on his sleeve, but lately, it only grows worse every time he returns from the Crown Prince's palace," Consort Wei replied nonchalantly. She possessed a pair of slender yet alluring eyes, fine and arched eyebrows, an exquisite nose tip, and lips of an exceptionally vibrant red.
Upon hearing Fatty Fang's words, He Shengquan lowered his head, his complexion as unsightly as if he had swallowed a dead rat whole.
Suddenly, she recalled the remarks she had made yesterday mocking Shen Qingchu. At the time, Shen Qingchu had told her not to envy others, but now, she was truly consumed by a burning, agonizing jealousy.
"General Liu's move of pulling the firewood from beneath the cauldron is truly marvelous." His tone was gentle, yet carried a hint of underlying hatred.
In her previous life, Qingyue had always known that Qingrou harbored feelings for Qingyan, which was why she would occasionally manufacture opportunities for the two of them to be alone.
Under this overwhelming pressure, the sorceress was already drenched in cold sweat. She could not comprehend how a mere Black Scaled Mermaid—no matter how high her mastery of forbidden arts might be—could possibly subdue someone simply with a single gaze.
"Amitabha, I shall coexist and perish with humanity," Xushuo said, suddenly opening his previously closed eyes as a brilliant light seemed to flash within them.
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Yet none of them paid much attention to Yun Qingrou; after all, within the Exquisite Mystic Realm, while the monk might run, the temple could not flee with him.
Fang Yan continued to whip his horse into a frenzy, finally leaving his pursuers far behind in the dust. Looking back, he saw that the wolf-riding cavalry had just turned their horses around, sweeping in a wide arc to reform their ranks, and had not yet begun a full pursuit.
The Lan family using price slashing to suppress Qin Huang was by no means a long-term strategy; it possessed initial momentum but lacked enduring power. Once that momentum waned, Qin Huang would unleash wave after wave of devastating counterattacks.
"Charge our way out? The risks are a bit too high. Under the current circumstances, as long as we maintain our position, victory will be ours," Yuan Fang said.
He gazed intently at the Eiffel Tower, stepping into the center of the Champ de Mars where it stood. Step by step, his pace was somewhat slow, as if he were retracing the footsteps Wen Yin had once left behind.
"Father, I wish to accompany my eldest brother when the time comes," Qing Ci chimed in after a moment of thought.
Yet, failing to come up with any plausible excuse, she simply glared at me with a cute expression before getting into her car and following behind.
If the imperial family intended to leverage the Holy See to suppress the Eastern, Ximen, and Nangong clans in order to reclaim military command, there was no doubt that last night's events provided an absolute golden opportunity. By exonerating the two bishops and offering a mild reprimand to the Eastern clan, they would save face for the Holy See, thereby paving the way for their alliance.
"Congratulations, you have passed my test. Li Shangnan, the sixty-fifth-generation successor of the Warm-Supplement School, pays his respects to Alliance Leader Zhong Hou!" With those words, Li Shangnan bowed deeply. Zhong Hou quickly reached out to support him, a look of utter perplexity on his face.
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