Chapter 61

Moreover, it seemed there was nothing that points could not solve. If there were, one simply had to pay more points, though what did that have to do with him?

Jin Yuanhong was extremely suspicious. Only three people had not been seized of their souls by the old ghost back then, and the disappearance of the magical artifact was definitely connected to them. However, without evidence, how could he make a move against them?

Without complete trust, restraints would naturally arise. Even if it were just a shred of restraint, Gu Du, serving as a minister and having a deep emotional bond with the Empress, would inevitably find himself torn and caught in a dilemma, or even lose his footing completely.

Ning Chen lowered his eyes, his eyelids drooping. It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or not. In short, he looked just like his usual self—detached, ethereal, and vague, resembling a wandering ghost.

The daytime hours were relatively more reasonable, typically seeing the most transactions from orthodox mountain sects. With their profound heritage and numerous disciples, they had no need to harbor any worries for the future.

"Well, of course you can. I can tell you this now because I've realized I've grown a little fond of you," Hu Suyun said softly.

Fortunately, no representative had been chosen to go and dissuade them yet, or they would have suffered another slap to the face. Upon receiving the news, the higher-ups not only failed to find it absurd, but they even dispatched a militarized engineering team down, placing them entirely at Qi Hui's disposal for the demolition.

"Oh, really quitting? Aren't you a majestic and formidable general? What are you going to do then? What *can* you do?" Xu Meiyu teased.

The Tiangang Ruler was swung with such ferocious momentum that it whistled through the air. Joining forces, the group saw that Hu Meirou was even more adept at close-quarters combat, and her movement habits were remarkably similar to Hu Meixin's. They already understood that Hu Meixin's martial arts heritage was most likely taught by her. Exhibiting the strength of the mid-stage Manifest Force, her footwork was thoroughly imbued with a ghostly chill.

These words were originally intended to be written in the completion afterword, but since I cannot sleep right now, I might as well get up and say them. The actual time of publication should be after eight o'clock in the morning, because the review staff won't start work until then.

Lin Xiu had not contacted him for a long time. Hearing Lin Xiu suddenly say that he had something to tell him, his heart skipped a beat, and a faint, ominous premonition welled up within him.

An intangible sound of tearing wind echoed as Wang Yue leveraged the long-range heavy strike of his foil to pierce through and defeat Yilan in a single stroke.

"We were designed to solve Earth's famine, not to fight a biological war!" Dr. Li still tried to persuade the director with the greater good in mind.

Under this terrifying pressure, Mu Shengnan's pretty face changed drastically, her entire body suppressed to the point where it was difficult to move even an inch.

"He has only been in the martial arts gym for a little over a month, yet I never expected him to have cultivated his blade technique to such a realm," Hong Wu said in great shock, continuously dodging.

Strictly speaking, she and Wang Yue could not even be considered friends. It was simply because she, too, understood that the probability of Wang Yue walking out of the underground basketball court alive after a defeat was many times lower than the slim chance of walking out after a victory, which prompted her to ask, even though she knew the outcome.

Since the mission had already been completed, staying here served no purpose. Therefore, everyone unanimously decided to follow the captain's suggestion and leave Sicily early tomorrow morning.

At this moment, all the members of the Pantheon had already gathered inside the room. They were assembled in full force, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

As for Esdeath, strong liquor was the one thing she never lacked. Her life motto was: "Drink the strongest liquor, kill the most ruthless people, fight a war that spans across the stars, and battle an enemy who loves to fight."

Actually, according to normal convention, Zhu Si should have first returned to his chambers to wait for the Empress to perform the ritual of eight bows to him as well. However, Zhu Si did not like this feeling. In his eyes, Su Pei was his good wife; he wanted to cherish her, love her, and ideally spend a lifetime with her in peace and comfort. Why bother shackling her with all these rigid rules?

Yet, why was an old man imprisoned here? The werewolves who had entered earlier probably weren't unwilling to leave on their own accord, but rather had been killed by this old man.

Furthermore, with the high-ranking positions in the inner palace vacant, Ning Zhaorong being of a volatile temperament, and the Revered Consort Zhao disliking administrative affairs, the Empress Dowager had entrusted the power of assisting in the management of the six palaces into my hands.

"Nana, do you feel very cold?" The closer we got to that weight loss center, the more intense this feeling became in my heart. Could there be something bizarre and sinister hidden here?

Hua Wanying nodded, letting her hair down for the court attendants to groom. She took a deep breath, her fingers slowly tightening—clearing her father's name of a wrongful grievance was merely a flick of the wrist for the Emperor, but for her, it demanded a price of ten years of humiliation in the pear garden and a lifetime of hidden daggers and shadows within the inner palace.

Emperor Junchen spoke these words with utmost sarcasm, keeping a cold gaze fixed on Mo Rong who was kneeling beside him, feeling nothing but utter disdain for them in his heart.

On the tenth day of the third month in the eleventh year of Qianwu, four successive strikes of the cloud board echoed from the inner court, spreading out to the imperial court and across the entire realm.

His previously pale complexion instantly turned somewhat livid, and he cast a gloomy, sinister glance toward Chu Yu.

Doctor Lai nodded at me and walked past me. I had no idea whether he believed what I had said or didn't believe it at all.

Meanwhile, Mianyuan Huangjiu could clearly perceive the aura radiating from Emperor Junchen's side.

Who knows, in another hour, Li Lianbei might flip the script again. Before dark, right there in the county yamen, he would replay the fine performance he put on this morning. If that happened, he, Fourth Master Li, would never be able to hold his head high in Hexi ever again.

Earlier, he hadn't thought this way. Killing his third brother and seizing his third sister-in-law had been his exact plan. Recalling his original intentions, Feng Jue felt a profound sense of shame.

Previously, when Zhu Yunwen had asked him if there were any capable people around him that could be utilized, Huo Dong's first thought had actually still been Feng Shisan, whose whereabouts remained unknown.

"Mimicry, you are truly so perverted! How on earth am I supposed to fight this!" Mu Yi was in a wretched state, his clothes shredded into beggar-like rags and his body covered in wounds. Upon seeing the green-veined mimicry form, he directly surrendered.

The money he had swindled over the years amounted to several hundred thousand. Now, with this additional one million, he had essentially doubled the refund of his ill-gotten gains to those people, which left Jiang Ming quite satisfied.

Ling Shaojin naturally knew of Jin Lei's suspicions. Even he could not quite fathom certain things at the moment: the new cells appearing within Jin Lei's body had fused with her original ones, assimilated them, and even optimized them further, perfectly integrating them with her body as a single entity.