Chapter 23: Good News

While Zhang Tianyi felt joyful, he did not forget to ask Fatty to give Yu Qiaoqing an extra share of the commission as compensation. However, just as he was about to speak, he looked up and caught a glimpse of an unfathomable calmness in Director Ning's eyes.

In truth, there was little to clean in the freezing, snowy night; they merely tidied up the area and built a bonfire to make the cave slightly warmer. Shortly after, Zhang Zhong heard the news that his colleagues had been struck dead by lightning. After a moment of shock, he contacted Duan Chang to spread the word, sharing his own experiences and further fueling the momentum of the Dragon God Sect.

Listening to the conversations of others in the restaurant, Su Zheng finally understood why the city was in such a state—it turned out that Taotie had not given up and was still searching for him. Boss Su had to admit that if an attack truly began, Xiao Botian would certainly use the tactic he feared most: abandoning his own territory to strike at his weakest point of defense.

Who should he text? He scrolled randomly through his contacts. Lei Gang? No, he wouldn't text him; he talked too much. Temujin was happy to see this, as he understood that the mysterious and unpredictable Dragon Palace offered only limited help to the Southern Song Dynasty—not true support. Otherwise, the Jin Dynasty would have been annihilated long ago, leaving no chance for an alliance between him and the Southern Song.

Zhu Huakui did not have the bloated, corpulent physique or the broad, fleshy face of many other princes of the Zhu clan. Instead, he was lean and thin, with a gaunt face and a long, white beard hanging from his chin. Everyone was shocked, but they dared not make a sound. These men in black were so unreasonable that they had even killed Long Yifan; if they spoke out rashly, they would meet an even worse end. Unfortunately, they were wrong—even if they stayed silent, they would still die a miserable death.

I must pray for special power from the stars to grant us the strength to win this match. Only then can we triumph; I do not want my teammates to remain helpless wretches lying in bed forever. When that fat worm was tossed into the deep fryer, it twisted into a hideous shape—it was the nightmare of his childhood. Such a clever shortcut could not grant Ye Feng the true power to command these two types of lightning; at best, it merely projected a fraction of that power from a higher plane down into this one.

Avi walked up to the house where he had lived for nearly a year. The guards stationed nearby immediately noticed this "regular resident." Naturally, they did not know that Avi had become Bradley’s personal guard knight, so they simply watched as he knocked on the door, as they always did. Ouyang Gaoyuan nodded after listening to Rolls, thinking to himself, "It seems I went a bit too far yesterday."

"Indeed, the Emperor’s decree must be obeyed. Besides, your sect is surely not unaware of the Chao family’s actions!" Liansheng said.

"No, the arena is full of alleys, which is perfect for fighting multiple opponents with fewer men. If I get surrounded in the open, there’s no guarantee I won’t capsize in the gutter!" Yang Chong’s mind raced with lightning speed. Realizing this instantly, he turned and accelerated toward the arena entrance.

"By the way, don't you have the Yin-Yang Wheel? Since the Five Elements are out of balance, use the Yin and Yang energies to control his illness so we can escape and head to the Imperial Capital," Du Meng said casually.

It was as if her past were merely that of an automaton, possessed of knowledge-based memories but having never truly interacted or lived with others. Chen Yiting held Cheng Keke’s shoulder, looking at Army Commander Zhuo’s cold expression, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his eyes filled with irrepressible disgust and irritation.

"If you haven't lost your mind and gone to seek revenge on the Eastern Emperor, does that mean you have a plan? Or have you already given up?" Teng She asked.

"He said that while your grandfather's bodily functions seem to be gradually improving, based on the hospital’s previous findings, he believes it is more likely a final flicker of life before the end." As he said this, a look of sorrow immediately washed over his father's face.

Looking at the empty, desolate surroundings, the deep pit stood out starkly. The two exchanged a glance, forced down their breathing, and walked toward the pit. Wang Han understood; he spurred his horse forward, snatched a bow and arrow from an archer, stood on the horse's back, drew the bow, and fired.

Ou Qike turned to chase after Shen Yuxin. When he caught up, he saw her pulling the child in front of her, leaning over with her hands on her knees, her face stern and severe. Jiang Caifeng and Jiang Lan exchanged a knowing look. Both were efficient, and after breakfast, Jiang Caifeng had already arranged for Jiang Lan to fly abroad.

Upon hearing Lin Yu’s voice, Li Weiwei pulled the quilt around her and walked to the door, her hand resting on the handle. The mocking laughter from earlier had come from a young man in white and a young man in black standing in the middle of the group of four. However, the three of them combined their offensive and defensive efforts, and Shadow could not eliminate them as easily as he had the Flame Demon.

If someone stood in a blind spot with a bow, but instead of an arrow, they placed a sword on the string, drew it back, and fired, they could also kill. Xu Que sighed and was just about to compose a poem to the night when he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone in the corner of the street outside his window, gesturing for him to come over.

Gaoyuan could only smile bitterly behind Zhou Qian’er. This girl had always had such a fiery temper; the massive brawl at the beef noodle shop had been started by her as well. But now, with these three angels threatening to destroy the world and the Earth on the verge of extinction, what choice would he make?

Yet, just as everyone thought the matter was about to be resolved, a discordant voice rang out. Ouyang’s earlier words were merely meant to test if Gaoyuan would still indulge her as he used to. When she learned the result, she was still somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected her boss to be so kind to her, and feeling somewhat embarrassed, she lowered her head and said nothing more.

The workers who followed me downstairs beat me mercilessly. Song Kun said nothing, watching as I, already handcuffed by him, was beaten until my head was bloodied by the surrounding crowd. Both the palace and the ice coffin remained perfectly still and peaceful, with no movement whatsoever.