Chapter 25: Name Your Price

"Steward Wang is here!"
"Steward Wang is here!"

Exclamations rippled through the crowd as an elderly man with a goat-like beard walked slowly toward Wang Chen and the others. The onlookers, who had been gathered to watch the spectacle, parted to clear a path, their eyes filled with awe as they gazed at the old man.

That was the weak...

However, the necromancers were truly terrifying. The major factions had been waiting in the shadows for an opportunity, and this wait had already lasted ten thousand years.

The scenery inside the Prime Minister's residence was not bad at night; several lanterns cast a faint, veiled glow over the courtyard.

"Haha, a haughty qilin is just like its master." Upon seeing the arrogant creature, Feng Ruhuang immediately thought of its master, Nangong Ming.

She had once been so beautiful, with every man kneeling at her feet. Whatever she desired, men would offer it up willingly. But overnight, why had everything changed?

Seeing the adults silent, no one knew what to say to a child barely over three years old. Tell him his stepmother was a good person who would treat him as her own? The adults themselves didn't believe it, and they harbored concerns—how could they say such things to a child?

"Want to shed the title of a 'wastrel,' do you? Back then, my Xi'er endured a palm strike from him and only recovered through my own skilled hands. Even if I help you clear your meridians now, I'm going to have to land a few strikes on you as well."

Look, when she first started her training, didn't her master trick her into "delivering a message" to a desolate graveyard in the middle of the night, causing her to cry and beg to leave the sect? It was only when her senior brother and sister shared their own experiences that she calmed down.

"A quarter past the hour of the sheep?" Meng Yuan was shocked. She ran to check the hourglass and, sure enough, it was already past noon—definitely past lunchtime. She felt like crying on the spot.

"Caijun, you must be careful!" Dongfang Moran suddenly uttered these words just as he was leaving Wang Caijun’s room.

***

Prime Minister Wei had originally agreed to let Shangguan Nihuang become Empress in order to stabilize the literati faction in the court.

Song Xiuzhe remained silent. Even though noble daughters were everywhere, none possessed the beauty or the composure of Shen Yunshu.

Shangguan Piaohua asked with a look of concern, "Senior Brother Ji, are you alright?" Her expression held a trace of panic and distress. Although she knew Ji Shaofeng’s cultivation was formidable—at least far beyond her own—her heart tightened involuntarily, and tears almost welled up.

Although she couldn't help but worry if he had eaten, they were dating, after all, and they both needed their own space. She was just going out to sing with colleagues; it was no big deal.

"What, what did you call me? Big sister? Are you blind? Look at me and tell me where I look like an old sister!" The flight attendant named Feng, upon hearing Yingjun's words, turned green with rage.

"Do you know something?" Shen Chenghai asked, noting the tone in Shen Yunshu's voice, which suggested she understood the current situation.

Night descended. Fan Xiang'er lit the lanterns under the veranda. Outside, the murmurs of people were faint, and the spring night was as cool as water, possessing a certain poetic charm.

Jiang Ming was holding Shen Shuangqin’s arm, and just as they reached the entrance of the main hall, they heard a mellow voice from behind.

His night-traveling clothes were black, his pupils were black, and his hair was even blacker. But his face was black, his ears were black, and even his neck was black; he was practically darker than an African.

On the other side, Lin Ruoxi listened to Long Miaomiao’s vivid description and her expression changed slightly: "I didn't expect racing to be so dangerous. Yingjun, you should stop doing it in the future. We aren't short on money anyway." Compared to a Ferrari, Lin Ruoxi cared more about Yingjun’s safety.

Before the golden pillar of light had completely vanished, the surrounding temperature began to climb. As soon as a few crimson auras permeated the air, a scorching pillar of fire erupted, completely imprisoning them. The intense heat of the flames continued to refine Zheng Yi and the others.

"Alright, Director Liu, why say all that? I just happened to be a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. Besides, a hero shouldn't boast of past achievements. When it comes to professional expertise, you and Manager Xu are the real experts," Bao Feiyang waved his hand dismissively, speaking with great courtesy.

At this moment, Bao Feiyang saw the office director, Yan Baosheng, walk over to negotiate with them. Because they were far away, he couldn't hear what they were saying.

*Ding!* System prompt: Justice and sacrifice are the essence of light and fire. Special conditions triggered: Basic Battle Angel Protection upgraded to Advanced Battle Angel Protection.

***

Skill points were clearly insufficient for Zhao Jie now, as each skill had a maximum level of three, and every level gained required a skill point.

"Everyone, you heard what my fellow townsman said, right? Let's talk about anything else tomorrow. There are many passengers on this train, and it's the middle of the night. Aren't you afraid of disturbing others' rest by making such a racket?" Bao Feiyang said calmly.

However, Earth hadn't even managed to leave the Ser-Zhong star system, let alone achieve anything within the super-galaxy. Therefore, Qing Mu’s willingness to accept this mission was largely for his own development.

Furthermore, Amy’s meridians had been chaotic and her energy flow reversed—strictly speaking, she had suffered the backlash of the Great Prophecy—which made him uneasy about leaving just yet. He decided to observe for a while longer.

"The newly added petrochemical industry is well-developed, but it is basically the investment of multinational corporations from Europe, America, and Japan. You will likely have to deal with these multinationals in the end," Yu Qiong said after hearing Bao Feiyang’s explanation. He shook his head, and his expression showed that he clearly did not favor Bao Feiyang's plan.

Xiao Lingxiao frowned, wiped her sweat, and muttered, "She can be crazy if she wants; it has nothing to do with us." Having said that, she waved her hand to shoo Bao Rong'er away.

"Do you feel very uncomfortable right now? You finally found a way to cope, only to realize it cannot be implemented!" Wang Qiang asked with a smile, as if he could see straight into Yang Badou’s heart.

There lay a coffin that looked like white jade. It was only a little over a yard high and eight yards long, inlaid with gold, jade, and jewels, and decorated with dragon patterns.

"Imperial Envoy, this was food my Khan asked Zhao Quan to fetch because he was hungry earlier. The Khan had already finished eating by the time he returned, humph." A-Yin Baqi seemed extremely dissatisfied with Zhao Quan.

"Su Mu is your father? He seems to be only thirty years old this year. How old are you?" Yin Le asked with some surprise.