Volume 1, Chapter 41: President Wan is feeling unwell and cannot drink. I will drink in his stead.

Seeing his solemn and unyielding expression, Lu Zhaoxi couldn't help but run her mouth.

"Do I need to report even when I go to the restroom?"

Wan Yan glanced at her sideways and said, "Every single detail."

He was beginning to feel a sense of panic now.

Before Zhi Zheng made any moves, he needed to eliminate all hidden troubles.

The Empress Dowager spoke while motioning for Mammy Li to present the confession, already thumbprinted and signed by Xiao Mingfeng and Mother Song, for the Qianlong Emperor's perusal.

Rolling up their sleeves, the sisters-in-law set to work—kneading dough, rolling out noodles, looking every bit the part, chopping vegetables with a clatter and lighting the stove with crackling sparks. In no time at all, they had the noodles ready, waiting solely for the matriarch to return for her meal.

"Wait. Wait a moment," Xu Huinan called out to Aoxue. Aoxue was surprised, but still closed the door.

Remembering Chapter Leader Zhao's instructions, Sister Zi remained noncommittal about Hong Siyao's proposal. She merely offered a few polite pleasantries to pacify Hong Siyao, telling her to stay calm for the time being, avoid acting rashly, and not to startle the snake in the grass. Afterward, she reported the entire matter word for word to Chapter Leader Zhao.

Using Sister Rouer as a hostage to threaten him—Regel's actions had completely and utterly infuriated Big Brother. Although Big Brother didn't say aloud how angry he was, the bulging veins on his temples made it clear that he was currently in a state of blind rage.

When faced with his achievements, what more could anyone in the family say? Everything Tai Youqian had boldly claimed when he left the family had now been fulfilled.

The Qianlong Emperor gazed angrily at Gao Fang, his narrow, phoenix-like eyes filled with bone-chilling coldness. The tenderness and affection of the past had long since drifted away unnoticed, leaving no trace behind—not even a single fragment to be found.

Wherever the yellow mist drifted, the corpses—whether on the verge of death or moving freely—seized up and began to act as if summoned.

At the command of the Team J leader, all members drew their laser guns and aimed them at the eyes of the fused corpse-creature.

"Is this how you demand the ownership of our Lin's Pharmaceuticals right off the bat? You call this a partnership, but I call it a buyout!" Ye Tian's expression darkened.

Several powerful auras were concealed all around. The seemingly calm surroundings hid murderous intent beneath the surface. Although those presences were inferior to that giant dragon, they were forces that could not be ignored. The dragon's strength was at the level of Frenzy, while Sun Quan's strength stood below Divinity, accompanied by a contingent infinitely close to the divine.

In fact, the fireball emitted from the Red Sea Ancient Lantern was no ordinary flame, but the True Fire of the Sun. This ancient lamp had once been an immortal artifact, but following a great war, its artifact spirit shattered, reducing the lamp to a mere magical treasure.

Hearing the three words "Hundred Fiends Mountain," both Madam Cao and Huang Shangtian involuntarily lit up with excitement.

Several elders of the Sword Sect also gathered around. After examining it with their spiritual sense, they all reached the same conclusion: this black longsword was nothing more than an utterly ordinary flying sword, truly lacking anything remarkable.

When he had a moment of leisure, Mu Qianbai hesitated for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, feeling that as the young master's personal bodyguard, it was necessary to clarify the stakes involved.

In an instant, Shen Yueli felt a warm current flowing toward her lower body, and gradually, that burning sensation of pain slowly faded away.

The Blade-Transformation skill was simply too useful; combined with Huai Ren's mental attributes, it was practically invincible. However, it seemed this ability could only be used on weapons held in one's hand, which greatly distressed Huai Ren, who had just thought himself invincible.

I watched the dark red sacramental wine sway gently in the golden goblet. The monk bowed, holding the golden tray aloft.

The five of them watched helplessly as Chen Yun, cloaked in divine power, blasted open a breach and departed with dashing flair.

It was much like going to a tavern for a meal; sitting in the main hall versus sitting in a private room was entirely different, just as a prestigious street differed from an ordinary one.