Chapter 60: Scheme within a Scheme, Li Ao Turns Traitor

"Miss Song?"

Amidst her panic, Xu Banxia hurriedly straightened her disheveled collar from their playful scuffle. Recovering her composure, she asked sharply, "What are you doing here?"

As a woman, she keenly detected a trace of hostility deep within the other's eyes.

Seeing Qin Feng's embarrassed expression, Song Yuting let out a soft internal huff. Refusing to show weakness, she retorted, "If Director Xu can come, why can't I?"

"Be that as it may, Mr. Qin is not only my savior but also a great benefactor to the Song family. It shouldn't be considered strange for me to visit and express my gratitude, right?"

"However..."

Her tone shifted abruptly.

Gazing at Xu Banxia, Song Yuting said leisurely, "Director Xu flirting with her subordinates... if this were to reach the hospital administration, wouldn't Director Xu fear the gossip..."

"Young Master Muyun, are you alright? Why is your complexion so poor? Is something making you feel uncomfortable?" Yun Yi approached Muyun, asking with affectionate concern.

"Qinglan, are you alright!" After Helian Hao left, Helian Cheng did not follow immediately. Seeing her reddened wrist, a wave of tender pity washed over him.

Right around that time, she had grown so exasperated that she practically stopped managing the estate's affairs. One could only imagine the extent of the grievances her eldest grandson had suffered.

That stone door seemed to entwine the past while guiding the future, resembling the boundary of life and death—open it, and one side was life while the other was death. It also seemed to carry countless memories; even without him, those memories kept surging forth continuously.

Back then, in order to assist her across the vast expanse of space and time, driven solely by the intent of his heart, he had poured out the cultivation of his entire life.

"Patriarch! What on earth is going on? An hour has already passed. Is your Soul-Returning Incense actually useful or not?!" Yue Ying asked in panic.

Initially, Xiao Yumiao hadn't noticed, simply because the divine weapons piled up in front of her were all sabers and swords.

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Nangong Yu walked over to comfort her. Although he had experienced a momentary flash of blank astonishment upon hearing that the most terrifying magical zither had chosen the Master of the netherworld as its master, just as he said, the person he cherished most was right by his side, so what was there to fear?

Gradually, Muyun found himself struggling to resist that unknown force. He realized that his arms were not only growing numb, but even the slightest bit of strength seemed to be vanishing along with the numbness. He grew worried, fearing where this force might push him.

The crowd gathered at the scene looked at one another, and finally, their gazes converged upon Nangong Wuzhi.

When the Gan sisters were mentioned, Qing Meng's eyes flashed with a hint of wariness and solemnity.

In the blink of an eye, a month slipped away in a hurry. Meanwhile, the new year's admissions assessment for Mengwu Academy was finally about to begin.

Unlike the living dead and zombies, they were still incapable of holding their breath. Though it would not result in death, it was nonetheless exceptionally painful.

A bone-chilling cold wind howled! Qilonghai couldn't help but shiver. Amidst the dense woods and tall bamboos, the whistling of the wind echoed. The Tree of Wisdom swayed with the gale, and the flowers of Wisdom fluttered in the wind.

If it wasn't the Disciplinary Inspection Commission, then it had to be the Procuratorate. One could have the Procuratorate investigate his economic issues—secretly, of course. The television station's exposure of the Procuratorate had caused its work report to fail to pass at the People's Congress, so the Chief Procurator undoubtedly harbored a grudge against Tian Chuan. It seemed this was the only breach through which they could break the deadlock.

This order was, in truth, rather demanding. To retreat while simultaneously reforming ranks still tested the capabilities of the three General Changs. Yet Wei Changfeng had absolute confidence in Bai Qi, knowing deep down that Bai Qi could certainly pull it off. What concerned him now was whether the other two units could do the same.

Liaogang at past ten o'clock was still bustling with activity. Guo Huai parked his car and walked straight into the harbor. Along the way, the cries of vendors selling fresh seafood echoed everywhere. Guo Huai walked directly up to a middle-aged man and squatted down.

This was considering the fact that Xia Mu practiced four cultivation techniques simultaneously: the Blood Demon Scripture, the Body-Forging Art, the Soul-Refining Technique, and the Bone-Hammering Method, alongside having attained an undying body and an undying soul. Otherwise, based solely on combat experience and comprehension of the grand dao of heaven and earth, Xia Mu would have suffered a complete defeat.

On the tenth day, Zhu Ling arrived. This Vice Minister Zhu kept his word this time; he said ten days meant ten days, and he wouldn't arrive even a single day early.

He had always been cautious, preserving his strength as much as possible to avoid being ambushed and killed by others, while never forgetting to deal the most devastating blows.

Glancing once more at that closed wooden door, he finally turned and strode away. Since he had made up his mind from the very beginning, he would never give up halfway.

"Shall we go back and give it a try?" Song Yuwang said, getting carried away and nearly reciting sweet nothings from future generations, while his hands restlessly rubbed against his back.

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That sword seemed like a living entity, standing proudly upon the earth with an absolute posture that eclipsed the world. The raging flames from the netherworld underground fire merely served to accentuate its bizarre and otherworldly aura to the absolute extreme.

"Is this your own home?" Lu Cheng echoed Shen Ran's confusion, voicing the question first.

"We must taste it. If the flavor is good, we'll roll it out next year!" The emperor happened to arrive at that moment, his resonant voice booming from behind and nearly causing Minister Hong to tumble over in fright.

Song Yugang immediately cast a sideways glance, his face full of disdain. Was this scoundrel staying put in his room simply because he felt his walking posture was awkward and feared being laughed at by the servants? No wonder his complexion was frighteningly pale! How long had it been since he saw the sun?

It was the first time Yuan Ling had eaten such food, so he couldn't help feeling a bit curious. After tasting a bite, he found it wasn't particularly delicious; rather, the flavor was bland, and the flatbread was dry. To be honest, this meal was truly awful.

She had wanted to put these narcissistic and arrogant men in their place for a long time, but she wasn't particularly skilled at refuting or scolding people. Her retorts kept circling back to the exact same phrases, never quite satisfying enough.

"Just this?" Su Ping remarked, noticing the trembling of Yan Feng's legs and body, his Dao heart—belonging to the level of a Lesser Emperor—showing subtle signs of instability.

"Good suggestion, of course there is one: don't make a move." After a bout of exertion, her breathing was already uneven, and she now answered somewhat breathlessly.

Right up until the twenty-seventh day of October, the atmosphere within Qiangjing City remained tense and jittery. The assassination attempt against Wu Xukuan shocked both the imperial court and the entire realm. Although Wu Xukuan suffered no harm that day, several people had still died, including even a duke.

Jiutian had lost count of how many times he marveled at the wisdom of hiring Zheng Weiqi. Thus, he happily returned to the hotel, resting while quietly awaiting good news from Zheng Weiqi.

As for Zhong Tian, who followed closely behind the three of them, he wore an excited expression and scampered eagerly to Zhang Yang's side.

"Old friend, there's something you don't know about this." Hai Yang took the bottle of water handed to him by his assistant, took a sip to moisten his throat, and said with an air of profound wisdom, "Yixin Entertainment is ostensibly helmed by Baishu's third uncle."

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