Chapter 133: Punishment

"Father, tell me exactly what happened!" Wang Menglu said, sitting down beside Tang Sicheng and ignoring Tang Shanhu entirely.

"Alas, somehow he caught the attention of a faction in the Jiangnan region known as the Imperial Cult."

"Someone claiming to be their Saintess contacted him and even gave him..."

"You're from the Dongfang family, aren't you? I've seen you around that fellow Dongfang Guitian. Speak up—why were you tailing us? What kind of scheme is the Dongfang family plotting against me?" Ying Jun asked, looking down at the Earth-rank expert from the Dongfang family, who had been tossed onto the ground like a dead dog by Iron Snake.

"Let the car scout the path first," Jiang Ming said. He was not a reckless man, not unless he had an absolute reason to charge forward.

And if the desperate Qin Sheng had indeed died at the hands of the Persian enchantress Alice, then where had the King of Thieves, Meng Sanxing, gone?

"What? You encountered Dongfang Kuang?" Upon hearing that name, Ouyang Mowu stood up abruptly from the sofa she had just sat on, staring at Ying Jun with a face full of shock.

After finishing this, Aunt Yun could not help but turn her head to glance at the young man beside her. She saw his brows slightly furrowed, yet his expression remained largely unchanged.

Dongfang Yu gave a soft hum. Instead of replying immediately, she produced a bowl from somewhere.

On the other side, Yun Xiao watched his subordinates screaming as they were either sent flying by a punch or kicked away. He did not immediately attack Ying Jun, choosing instead to observe. He realized that even as Ying Jun fought, he still could not discern the true extent of his strength.

Just then, a cold sneer erupted from behind Wu Sanjian. The sound was hideous, like the grimacing laugh of a vengeful ghost, causing cold sweat to break out from Wu Sanjian’s forehead all the way down to his heels.

Compared to persistent revenge, sometimes letting go at the right moment can be far more satisfying.

"So, you did this whole thing with Ye Zhenzhen on purpose, too?!" Gu Siyan had not expected Ye Lin to say such things in front of Ye Changhao. If the intention was to provoke Ye Changhao and let Uncle Bao realize the severe consequences of his actions, the price was far too high.

Although Qian Qianyi also hailed from Jiangnan, he represented the maritime merchant clans and was therefore not in league with these people. As for Huo Weihua, he was formerly part of the Eunuch Faction; although he had since defected, no one would associate with him. Regardless, he had no intention of vying for the position of Chief Grand Secretary, as he lacked the necessary qualifications.

Danger or a smile—it should be one of the two. If a choice had to be made, one could not choose blindly.

But now, the reality of what had happened left him feeling utterly desperate; he could not fathom why things had turned out this way. Of course, he acknowledged that his own prestige could not compare to that of Sun Chengzong. If he were to compete fairly against Sun Chengzong for the position of Chief Grand Secretary, he would surely lose.

Across the river, Hao Meili did indeed pick up an apple and ate it, putting the remaining two away.

Du Qianjie thought for a moment and sighed. He had originally wanted to advocate for Fatty Meng, but seeing the Emperor Huayu’s profound reticence, he knew that if he insisted on nominating him, it might lead to unnecessary misunderstandings. He reached out, took the scroll, and placed it into his spatial ring.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Yan, this boy is your precious son. I dare not strike too hard; why don't you handle him yourself?" The Sacred Dragon Emperor flexed his wrists and said.

The crystal core of an undead creature is the source of its power; by controlling the core with its soul, it can perform various complex actions. This interference magic array primarily targets the soul of the undead, emitting specific waves that cause it to fall into a temporary state of stagnation.

Xue Xuankong's gaze made Du Qianjie’s spirit tremble, his whole body turning cold. At that very moment, the Hunyuan Qi surged, accelerating to replenish his martial energy. After a single cycle of the energy, the chill vanished completely.