28 Eternal Cardinal, Divine Bank

Hearing the tone of Mo Ao, the guards felt a tremor in their hearts and hurriedly went to search the palace as commanded. The Emperor was truly furious this time; if they failed to find anything again, they would surely face severe punishment.

"Good intentions treated like donkey lungs," Tao Yan thought indignantly. "With that foul temper of yours, it’s no wonder An Luochu ignores you. You deserve it."

Wisps of white clouds drifted across the sky, and a thin veil of cloud obscured the moon, casting the world into an even deeper haze. Song Zheng walked silently, his footsteps nearly inaudible.

What should he do? Gang-ge was already furious; he probably wouldn't help cover his mother's surgery fees. What now? Gang-ge had told him to get lost, to go back to Hong County. What about his place, that two-bedroom apartment, and what about Zhou Zhilan’s living situation?

"And what about you?" the monk interrupted Zhang Yadong’s words, having noticed the heaviness on his face.

Mu Qingya offered a shy smile: "I have been impolite; I hope my aunt will not blame me!" Saying this, she stepped forward, took the bracelet with both hands using a silk handkerchief as a cushion, and handed it to Le Qin, who stood nearby.

My teeth chattered, blood spilled continuously from the corners of my mouth, and my ears hummed. It took a long time for my hearing to return, and then the sound of chaotic weeping reached me.

Mi Ke pulled Yu Shuting toward the nearby rest area, ignoring Bei Xiantang entirely. Her heart was in turmoil, and she didn't know what to do or how to face this arrogant princess.

"Hmph," Zhang Yadong glared at Chen Bin, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. He charged at Chen Bin again, unleashing all his strength in a fierce assault.

Moreover, I had to pay attention to the underground forces at school. During my absence, Fatty Dog had nearly consolidated all the factions, leaving even Su Rou’s Lingdong in a precarious position.

Up to now, other than using the light screen here to obtain treasures from other worlds, he hadn't done anything else, but the help it provided to Qin Xiao was undeniable.

In the current era, the Confucian school flourished in the imperial court, and the theories of "let the ruler be a ruler, the minister a minister, the father a father, and the son a son" were deeply rooted in people’s hearts.

These were the heads of various auction houses, jewelry stores, and accessory companies in the Magic City, who had come to poach talent after hearing about Qianbaidu.

Seeing Tang Wulin’s reaction, almost everyone unfamiliar with him gasped, as if they were about to witness the gruesome scene of a severed arm hitting the ground.

Fan Ming, the third son of the Fan family, who oversaw the family’s service industry, made a special trip to Qingjiang to arrange a birthday banquet.

Such a formidable century-old soul skill would be superior even to a ten-thousand-year soul skill for other soul masters. It was no wonder it had once incited such greed, even leading to a siege involving over a dozen Soul Saints and Soul Emperors.

Master Cen said, "I know some of you are thinking that I must be carrying a storage treasure with me."

Having sold that painting and the yellow rosewood drum stool, he was now quite wealthy; bringing out two million was nothing to him.

Of course, Li Wushan and others close to Lin Chen had already been welcomed into Qianbaidu and arranged in the most luxurious private room.

Across from him, Olaf was sticking to him, continuously using the dual slows of his Red Buff and Q skill to force him into a desperate situation.

Ni Pei was speechless. Pointing to the cubic empty slots on the machine's shoulders, he walked over, picked up an ammunition magazine, and shoved it directly inside.

Lin Huan was their last hope now. If Lin Huan fell, they could bid this world goodbye.

As the Left Wise King, Yan Xingjun, was drinking, he heard the voice and turned in unison to look at the Left Guli King.

Now, it was finally over. The Blood Wolf was dead, their greatest enemy was gone. The heavy stone that had always weighed on their hearts had vanished. For a moment, the members of Poison Snake couldn't help but laugh wildly at the sky, as if venting their long-suppressed frustrations and inner pressure.

Fang Chen picked up the jade flute and examined it. The flute felt like fine jade, warm and smooth to the touch, with a natural beauty to its design. Looking closer, he saw the words "Life and Death" carved at the bottom.

"Deacon Chen, please forgive this disciple for arriving late due to some special circumstances." The short, stout man looked apologetically at the deacon, whose face had already turned quite ugly.

The cavalrymen leaped onto their warhorses, not daring to lead personally or be careless; they drew their blades, pulled their bows, and stood on high alert, defending with tension!

On the sparsely wooded ridge, only the lonely warhorse remained. Adele’s graceful figure had long since vanished into the vast night.

Fang Chen’s brows furrowed tightly, and he ran toward the teleportation array without a word. Hu Yixian also vaguely sensed something was wrong and hurriedly followed.

In fact, Liu Qie had already caught that damned bug, but how could he let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity go so easily?

Xu Xuan couldn't help but be stunned upon hearing this. After regaining her composure, she had to look at Wu Yang with newfound respect. She hadn't expected Wu Yang to deduce this from her few words; it might have been a lucky guess, but it was correct nonetheless.

The "Natural Myriad Phenomena" created by Sword Saint Takeda, who gathered the strengths of a hundred schools, was truly stunning. As the strongest kendo family in Japan today, the Tsukahara family certainly did not want this heritage to fall into the hands of others.

After walking for two consecutive hours, Zhao Chuan and Zhuang Lan escorted the group of six, led by Lin Lianying and including the corpse of Xiao Yun, to the Imperial Capital.

He Pingge only smiled at these words and said nothing, as Gu Nian’s status was not something easily discussed here.

The senior students at school knew that the current Student Council President, Liu Chuan Yiquan, was a member of the Sword Devotion Club, and Kimura Kazuki was the club’s president. Since Furuhashi Haruka knew Kimura Kazuki, the success rate for applying for club funding was very high.

This was the first time Su Yi Nuo had fallen into such an awkward atmosphere with him over the issue of an ex. Han Yunxiao knew her past clearly, but this situation seemed a little special.

Ghost Old Seven and Bai Wuxin, who had finished adjusting his breath, took the lead and slowly approached. Chu Ge faced them without the slightest fear, his expression remarkably calm.

She didn't care whether his relationship with Feng Xingqi was real or fake; she just wanted to leave.

"So... you are my father?" This was the first time Feng Xiaoxiao’s reaction time was so long. It was only after a delay that she stood up, staring at him in disbelief.

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Zhongxing Village. Although it wasn't deep in the mountains, transportation was not very convenient. The villagers were kind, and the landscape was pleasant, but it was definitely not a particularly wealthy village.