Chapter 52: The Hall of Emerald Moss

Da Zhou was probably so mesmerized by that shadow that he forgot all about this, and even failed to react when I spoke to him. Putting more strength into it, I gave him another shove, and only then did he snap out of it as if waking from a dream.

Feng Xi let out a hum. She was not entirely ignorant of such etiquette, though inwardly she grumbled: If you are not afraid of shortening your lifespans, then go ahead and receive my grand kowtow.

My suspicion was correct; there was indeed something wrong with him. What I hadn't expected, however, was that he actually belonged to the Heavenly Stone Cult.

At this point, the Holy Envoy's words left Lin Xiaolei quite astonished. To rule the entire Hua Xia nation? Wasn't this an act of rebellion? It seemed that this so-called True Holy Mother Cult could now be definitively labeled as an evil cult without a doubt.

For some inexplicable reason, he held no goodwill whatsoever toward Changqin, and after dropping that single remark, he smiled and walked back to his own seat.

Without Li Qiang, the Timberwolves and the Heat—who possessed a Big Three—were clearly not on the same tier of strength. The Heat quickly overturned the deficit in the score.

"You must go back immediately and summon the men. You must seize the time, for in two days, we shall make our move," Cui Shenshi continued.

Lin Yixuan was naturally my best choice, simply because of the things he had once said to me by this very river. Moreover, he knew far more secrets than I did. If I could invite him over, it would be best of all, as it might help me uncover certain mysteries of which I was entirely ignorant.

"Very well. Now, let us first discuss the general framework of our cooperation," said Long Sheng.

With his mouth wide open, he stared in utter shock at the disgusting thing in his hand. After a brief moment of bewilderment, he finally recognized it as a glob of yellowish, thick phlegm.

However, using Su Yang’s fragmented Heavenly Dao imprint in combination with the Pibola tree did not entail so many constraints; it served mostly an auxiliary function. After all, this Heavenly Dao imprint was already incomplete to begin with, requiring cultivators to rely more heavily on their own deductions most of the time.

Given Li Ye's current strength, encountering Takashi Igō would mean certain defeat. His win rate was zero percent, or perhaps even lower. This was not a minor gap, but a qualitative chasm.

The youthful Qin Yuan looked at Brother Hu before him with considerable interest. If it hadn't been for Hu Zi's satisfactory performance today, he would have been thoroughly annoyed by someone disturbing him without reason while he was enthusiastically chatting about life and ideals with Xiao Li.

Meanwhile, the gazes of the White Horse Gang's horse bandits instinctively turned toward Yan Quan, who currently held a sharp sword pressed against the neck of the White Horse Gang's young master.

Although Cheng Lingsu had dismounted far away, her inner force was profound, and how could her acute hearing match that of ordinary Mongol soldiers? She was discovered almost the exact moment she snuck into the camp. Just as she was about to reveal herself, however, she saw Ma Yu step forward and take both her and Guo Jing away.

Walking alone through the empty streets, Lance headed toward the address the bartender had given him, which was somewhere in this vicinity.

"Asuka, Daddy will never let anyone tear you away from me—never!" By this point, Li Ye had nothing left to hesitate over.

Turning his gaze toward the door of the private room, he found it completely empty. He looked back at his mentor, only to discover that the old man was wearing a look of complex emotion as he stared straight ahead.

Furthermore, as a descendant of the God of War clan, although her bloodline had thinned considerably, she still carried the most orthodox God of War lineage. To any race across the three thousand worlds—especially those belonging to divine pantheons—this held a fatal allure.

The system could help him acquire it, but everything required had to be paid for by himself. A light sword suddenly materialized before Han Yun, its tip pointing forward and its hilt back, spinning rapidly.

Moreover, Xiao Han made sure to distribute his favors evenly, purchasing plenty of cosmetics, fine wine, and premium tea for Li Wan's parents.

Added to the fact that the new emperor was their own son-in-law, their towering resentment instantly transformed into unwavering loyalty to the monarch and patriotism.

Liu Nan shook his head at Zhao Wei: "No, and it's very troublesome, so you should go find the company's people instead."

Su Yi grabbed Leng Qingyue's sleeve and drifted backward, retreating over ten feet to effortlessly dodge the attack.

Spending 1.8 million to buy a broken jade pendant and a piece of wood? Could this be the legendary rich fool with more money than sense?

Chu Xujun meticulously searched through the original owner's memories, confirming that Hua Jin'er had never once mentioned anyone named Zhao Cheng to her.

First and foremost, agriculture is the cornerstone of society. Only by anchoring the common people to the land can one ensure everyone has enough to eat.

The illusory Purple-Cyan Thunder Sword within his body remained ethereal; no matter what method he tried, he could not connect with it.

This fierce beast possessed the face of a lion, but the body of a giant bird, with eight pairs of wings sprouting from its back, looking immensely majestic and awe-inspiring.

After getting into the car, Ling Shaoxuan noticed that Song Ziyi had forgotten her seatbelt and leaned over to fasten it for her.

Xitian sat down casually beside Wu Lian, watching her quietly as she worked like a spinning top, incessantly refining pills and brewing medicines—from dawn till dusk, and from dusk until the night sky draped over the earth.

Upon seeing this, Ye Si smiled. Bai Mo truly was his good brother, the very best of brothers.

He had quite calculated his plans well. He was truly looking forward to the sight of Bai Mo taking Bai Bai and Wan Wan to work.

However, if Situ Hui and Feng Ye were to consummate their relationship as husband and wife, she would lose her chance to marry Xia Junyao.

Qin Qiao had uttered such words more than once, but whenever trouble actually arose, she still habitually shouldered it all by herself.

It truly lived up to the saying: the only person capable of shifting Bai Mo's emotions in an instant was Dan Ting.

Xu Zonghua donned his reading glasses—a rare sight—as his somewhat rough fingertips caressed the half-shattered jade Guanyin resting in his palm.

This was Milan's most magnificent shopping mall, boasting window displays that ranked among the absolute best in the city. Merely standing outside to admire them was a great pleasure in itself.

Yi Xingchen was heading to the opera house to reunite with his wife and children, and had no mind to be delayed on the road. On the outskirts of Xinghua New City, Yi Xingchen's entourage switched their hovering vehicles for horse-drawn carriages. Unless under emergency circumstances, the royal family's mode of transportation within the city consisted of specially crafted carriages to demonstrate closeness to the people.

This creature must have been born during the chaotic era of the primeval universe, long before Pangu, the primordial ancestor witch, parted the heavens and the earth. In other words, back when the universe was still in a state of chaos, the ancient primordial giant toad already existed concurrently with Pangu.

Hearing this, Min Yusheng and Jin Zhengda grew even more suspicious and unsettled. Zhongshi's appearance at this particular juncture had already kept them guessing about his intentions for quite some time; now, with Zhongshi uttering such profound words, he was undoubtedly pointing toward something specific.

For someone like Gao Qiu who had climbed up from the very bottom, such thoughts were doubly intense. His family line was already thinly populated, and though his adopted son had inherited a military title, he held no actual substantive post. In the past, he had doted on his son too much to let him endure the hardships of a real post, intending to take things slowly. Now that illness had suddenly struck down, it was already too late even if he wanted to groom him for power.