Chapter 122: Dear Guest

"Is Qingpu Pass under control now?"

Qin Xiao narrowed his eyes, a murderous aura raging within them.

"Before I departed, I instructed Li Gui to keep Qingpu Pass under strict guard."

Hearing this, Qin Xiao paced back and forth in the imperial study. The matter of the forged imperial edict must not be leaked, or it would trigger uprisings across the lands.

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"By the way, we still haven't found the souls of those massacred villagers, have we? I'm wondering if that mysterious person behind the scenes took them to the Ghost Market and hid them. Let's see if the Judge has found any trace of those souls yet," I said to Shang Yuan.

Immediately, she felt she was worrying needlessly. If Ye Shucheng truly intended to make things difficult for her and prevent her from securing this project, whether she could continue at Juren, or even remain in Jincheng, would be in question—why bother looking so far ahead?

Gu Yun: "No one is asking you to make the fake act real. Just don't be so cold when she initiates her advances; over time, things will naturally fall into place, won't they?"

Lei Luo relayed the intelligence gathered by the organization to Feng Xuan and Ye Ling, though his eyes never left the purple figure on the river surface, who was wielding a purple whip and battling a giant python.

For some reason, watching her so sweet and serene, his gaze felt as though it were weighted with lead, unable to look away.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Xia Fangyuan crawled out with great difficulty.

Through the moonlight streaming in from the window, Gong Shaoxie could see what looked like a shimmering pool of clear water in Xia Fangyuan’s eyes.

As for the Macaque, he had also been taken to Mount Ling by the Buddha, where he leveraged the power of Buddhism to break through to the Taiyi level of cultivation. The memories of their cultivation held no reference value for Shi Hou.

He was a seemingly ordinary male immortal, his aura of cultivation not even particularly strong, yet he had managed to spirit away the severely wounded Eastern Prince, leaving the demon race without a single trace to follow.

However, just as Lou Yeyu was about to tuck into his meal, he suddenly discovered a serious problem: a faint yellow mist had appeared between Li Shuang’s brows.

"Uncle, does that mean I am finally allowed to descend the mountain?" the youth asked.

Dean Zhou was somewhat bewildered; he could not recognize the room before him. The unrecognizable, blackened ruin of the dean's office looked entirely alien to him.

These reporters were incredibly thorough. Not only did they dig up photos of Jiao Yang and Shen Mobei attending events together, but they also unearthed quite a bit of Mo Bei’s background, explicitly mentioning that she had once lived in Jiao Yang’s villa, accompanied by photographs of the two attending events together.

"You look so beautiful when you blush like that!" Xiao Yiqin laughed brightly, his starry eyes gleaming.

"What do you know? If two hearts are joined in love, does it matter if they are parted by time and space?" Yun Fan remained entirely unmoved.

Mo Bei sat on the grass in Jiao Yang’s backyard, her back against the hard, cold wall, her hands clutching her hair tightly.

To let in some air, Mrs. Qin had deliberately left the curtains open. Since the windows were made of frosted glass, she wasn't worried about being seen. Those who lived in this villa district were either wealthy or noble, and the security was exceptionally good; she had no fear of being spied upon. People of status and standing would never stoop to such sordid behavior.

Watching her dejected appearance, Gu Chi felt a pang of heartache, yet he remained firm and did not relent.

Han Yi and Han Qianyou pushed their speed to the limit, dodging the spirit arts of the Sea Clan's Green King. With most of their spiritual essence depleted, the spirit techniques they unleashed were merely insignificant struggles to the Green King, who could extinguish them with a casual wave.

Luffy and Mo Yue looked up at Matchmaker Wang, who had settled into her stance. They didn't know whether to cry or laugh, exchanging glances; naturally, neither wanted to step forward.