Chapter 52: One's Own Speculations

"Where is that old fellow Wang Kun? With your manor so lively, why hasn't he come out yet?"
Zhao Fengyang, Master of the Ningyue Workshop, asked with a smile, his hands clasped behind his back.
His gaze slowly swept across the crowd. As his voice trailed off, awkward expressions appeared on the faces of Wang Xiaotian and the rest of the Wang family members.
The very second before, they had surrendered to Wang Chen, and the next second, Zhao Fengyang had arrived...

Their eyes were red with anxiety as they silently cursed Li Cengpan in their hearts. At this moment, the only thing left for them to do was figure out how to please Chu Hanyun. Only in this way could they ensure their wallets remained intact and that, without ever having to worry, group dividends would constantly flow into their pockets.

Nan Fei had already notified the Palace Bureau in advance that Her Ladyship, the Zhaoyi Consort, would arrive at the bureau today to select palace attendants, so the staff had been waiting since early morning.

And still treating this place as if he were the master! Xu Xihui and Cui Jin looked at the table full of dishes, each radiating enticing colors, aromas, and flavors, and instantly lost their appetite.

Li Li's poems had gone viral, creating a sensation throughout Nanjing. That evening, Tang Bohu arrived carrying two jars of wine. This time, Tang Bohu's request caught Li Li completely off guard.

Ordinary people outside were unaware of these intricate political maneuverings, but she, having lived deep within the inner palace for many years, was well aware of them.

"I'm sorry, this is a birthday gift I prepared for Senior Sister Lan'er, and it is not for sale," Ling Tian shook his head and said faintly.

In the Plaza of the God of War, eighteen bronze statues stood across various corners of the square. Meticulously carved by top-tier masters, each statue looked as lifelike as a living person.

They were elders of the Nine Mysteries Sect, a secluded sect of terrifying power. Because Ling Tian had killed their young master, these people naturally wanted to kill him to avenge their master.

"Speaking of which, we still have no idea what the old man might do next," Yun Feiyu once again wore an expression of distress.

Nan Fei hurriedly told Qiu Qi to find some clothes for Li Li to put on, while she herself went outside to deal with the guards.

If there was still one father in this world who deserved to be feared, and one father who needed to be handled with caution, it was probably only that father surnamed Li.

A battered and bruised figure hung from the flagstaff beside the temple. It was none other than Qin Xiao's good friend, Lu Mingshan of the Beast-Taming Manor.

Hushang's wise eyes were now filled with confusion and incomprehension, leaving her no choice but to look toward the middle-aged man whose eyes gleamed with divine light.

Before long, Cao Buchan's signature luxury car drove up, though it did not carry the young masters of the capital as Ning Hao had anticipated.

Although he made his request with a smile, the strength in his grip carried an unmistakable, threatening tone that brooked no refusal.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from deep ahead—a ferocious beast calling out, startling the birds in the forest into flapping their wings and fleeing the area in flocks, while shaking countless withered yellow leaves down from the branches.

Ci had not lied. Beneath this vast expanse of grasslands lay a massive subterranean space. If they wanted to blow Qihong to pieces and complete the decapitation mission, the high-explosive bombs could by no means be detonated on the surface.

Every time the Lin Village ventured into the mountains, they successfully hunted demonic beasts. After selling that fourth-rank demonic beast, the Three-Tailed Scorpion, in Dingcheng, the reputation of Lin Village gradually spread. Many merchants and even people from nearby villages wanted to marry their daughters into Lin Village.

Time ticked away second by second, and Ye Yanqing, having sprinted the entire way, was ultimately exhausted, realizing he was about to be overtaken by the Battle Monarch behind him.

Countless viewers held their breath in anticipation. As usual, the moment the broadcast started, they swarmed into the live-streaming room like a school of fish.

Over half a year had passed since he last exhausted his soul points to upgrade his level. Now, on Jia Jing's system panel, the soul points column had once again accumulated a massive savings of over sixty thousand.

She did not know the reason behind her current situation, but everything she imagined and everything happening around her was no different from a simple midsummer night's dream.

The Li siblings next door had only managed to grab two plush toys. Li Ci looked at her empty bag and pressed her lips together.

Early the next morning, having finished breakfast, Shen Yichen saw two familiar figures in his office.

Lin Qingxun grew somewhat anxious. His current demeanor clearly showed he was still nursing a grudge; if he wasn't placated now, there was no telling how he might act later on.

There was only one outcome to going against the head of the family, and unhappily enough, this rebel of theirs had been honorably locked away.

For some reason, she always felt a sense of déjà vu regarding Qing Ruofei, yet she could not quite recall the specifics of where or when she might have known her.

Lu Yu discovered that the entire inn was already under their surveillance, both overtly and covertly. Even with his mastery of lightness kung fu, if he got too close, the probability of being detected would increase exponentially.

The Long family's martial arts techniques were invincible in close combat, so once an enemy stepped within a meter of him, he felt the entire battle was completely under his control.

With that, Yefeng and the others gritted their teeth to endure a gravitational force a hundred times heavier, while listening to Long San explain the survival rules of the Death Valley. When all was said and done, it boiled down to this: no matter the time, your goal was singular—to survive for the sake of surviving.

Before Yefeng had run more than a few paces, dozens of level-six demonic beast-grade blood spiders suddenly lunged downward from the cave walls above, spitting venom directly at him.

"What on earth is the Dragon Year Organization doing?" Yan Zhen could not help asking in astonishment, for judging by Ji Fengyun's tone, a matter of considerable gravity seemed to have occurred.

"The most crucial thing is their methods. The righteous path would never resort to using war machines like corpse soldiers, no matter what!" Gousheng said softly.

Wang Chen instinctively took a step back, because the strength of the vampire before him completely exceeded his imagination. This entity was even stronger than Kader Nicholas, undoubtedly a vampire of Prince rank.

"I like you too. The last time I saved you from the soul controller and saw your body, I became completely intoxicated by you," Lin Yi said, lifting her chin with his right hand and gently stroking her lower lip with his thumb.

"Liu Han, if you stop now, we can let you leave!" Gui Yi flipped his body and transformed into his true form, speaking in a muffled, rumbling voice.