29. The Twelfth District Joint Examination, Grand Supreme Elderly Lord

Shen Cong gazed at the Luo residence from a distance, his eyes seemingly able to pierce through its walls. After a few moments, he turned and walked away. If he wanted revenge, he could not simply charge in; Shen Cong lacked the formidable strength required for such a feat.

With matters having reached this point, Zhou would naturally not let such a golden opportunity slip by. Jiang Haoran commanded hundreds of thousands of elite troops and possessed the massive arsenal of the 331 Base—this was, for the Party, nothing short of incredible news.

Zheng Qingzhi agreed immediately. He had painstakingly tutored Guichen for over two years, and among all those involved, he had invested the most heart and soul. Now that the time had finally come for a showdown, Zheng, much like Shi Miyuan, had been anticipating this day for a long time.

"You audacious traitor! Gao Huaiyuan, how dare you use troops to incite rebellion? This only adds to your crimes! Men! Do not be afraid! Charge together! Seize the traitor Gao Huaiyuan, and I shall reward you handsomely!" Wu Xiang brandished his sword, shouting at his officers to advance and capture Gao Huaiyuan.

Yamashita Keigo watched the retreating figure of Takahashi Shin, his mind haunted by the scene of Dugu Yu’s recent attack.

"Why give it to others? If they want it, they can buy it themselves. Let me tell you, giving it to others is essentially ineffective," Li San shook his head.

Lü Yao waved his hand, and the brothers of the Third Battalion, organized by squad, sat down in an orderly fashion among the men of the bandit camp.

Lionheart remained unmoved. "To prove my sincerity, I am willing to relinquish all power. Yi Zhengqi’s value is too great; sacrificing him alone could unite the Far East Empire, preserve the Imperial Clan, and allow us all to stand together against the beast-soldiers."

As he plummeted, Fu Yang caught sight of a plant growing out from the cliffside and grabbed it without a moment’s hesitation.

In truth, Peng Yibin greatly desired for the Imperial Court to show strength and reclaim the Jingdong region. However, under the previous administration of Shi Miyuan, a policy of appeasement had been adopted everywhere. Seeing that the Jingdong region was no longer under Jin control yet failing to recover it left Peng Yibin deeply disappointed.

After eating and drinking their fill, the group continued their journey toward the golden, Buddha-carved Juezhe Mountain to the northeast. Jialuo Temple lay at the foot of the mountain.

When the meal was served, Gu Chen invited Jiang Qi to join them. Jiang Qi sat one seat away from Xia Shiguang, eating quietly without interjecting.

Liu Ba was slightly startled. Although he had long known his identity might be exposed, the moment Jun Yan actually pointed it out, he could not help but feel a tremor in his heart.

The Evil Emperor let out a cold snort and pointed his finger again. The ghastly face behind him began to blur, transforming entirely into a gray-black beam of light more than twice the size of the previous one—a clear sign he was giving it his all.

On the way back, he caught a plump field mouse and held it in his mouth, intending to give it to Jin Mantang as a return gift for the meal he had hosted the day before.

Since time immemorial, countless people have used countless terms to describe the "willow." Some say it is like silk; others say it is like snow. Regardless of whether it is likened to silk or snow, in the hearts of most, the willow is always synonymous with softness.

Before long, the massive Kun-rat locked its blood-red gaze firmly onto Qi Fan.

No wonder his soul was so weak; it turned out his heart was failing. The heart is the foundation of the body; if the heart is weak, both the body and the soul will wither.

Those energies were repelled, yet appearing unwilling to give up, they continued to surge toward Jia Huo in an endless stream.

This was a rare moment of solitude with Ning Jing, and there was still so much he wanted to say; he could not afford to startle her.

He Wei sat on a stool, hunched over the desk, calmly writing down instructions for Mother Hu. If she still had the energy to wail, then let her wail; he wanted to see how long she could keep it up.

The Snow King and Wanqi were also quite courteous. The Snow King, who rarely partook in mortal sustenance, offered a rare compliment to Qianhe’s culinary skills, while on the other side, Wanqi, dizzy from drinking honey wine, leaned against Duanshui Zhiyin, drifting into a slumber.

Facing Qiao Anmo’s coldness, Zhong Yan was not at all surprised, nor was she angry, as her gentle voice rang out.

A barrier existed here, separating this area from the rest of the pool, making it impossible for anyone on the outside to see the situation within.

Baili Xuan was startled, fearing he had truly frightened her, and without another thought, he strode over in two or three steps.

Ziyao pondered for a moment, then pulled out her satellite phone. Following the encryption method Ba Bao had given her, she dialed a secret number belonging to Elder Qiao.

Yu Jianing shook the ceramic shards from her hand and pulled He Wei away; Wang Mingzhou hurried out behind them.

"Is it the crown that brings sleeplessness? Or is it the unbearable weight of power?" Elanni asked herself in her heart.

Qianlong recalled these old affairs and intuitively felt that since Xiao Yan had traveled deep into the plague zone with her two sons years ago and had not been infected, even now, after being held by the Empress Dowager for a long time and subjected to her coughing, she likely would not catch a cold or cough.

Everyone in An City knew that Fu Jingdong doted on Fu Ye, his son from his first marriage, but for some reason, his own daughter, Yimo, had eloped with Fu Liang.

Nian Xilan saw that Kangxi did not enjoy the "Peach Blossom Spring" restaurant, so she begged him to go just one last time tomorrow. Otherwise, it would be a pity to waste the reservation they had already made.

"Move aside and let me think," Xu Zuoyan glared at the two of them, then struggled to recall the events of the previous night.

Xiao Yan truly lacked the energy to complain about the system’s bizarre logic, and even felt a secret regret for having softened her heart and lifted the system’s muting command.

"Shen Muqian, if you have something to say, say it to me clearly!" You Biqing grabbed Shen Muqian, refusing to let him go to the venue. Shen Muqian’s expression turned cold; he shoved You Biqing away fiercely and walked off, flicking his sleeve.

The people of Ningxia, having long grown accustomed to such cold weather, did not find it particularly harsh. Every household had lit their stoves and warmed their earthen beds. Although the cold wind howled outside, the indoors were filled with cozy warmth.

Therefore, when the young master of the Zhou family sent a lobbyist to mention the matter, Wan Sisi cut him off before he could even state his purpose. She scolded him mercilessly, and without even offering him a cup of tea, she promptly issued an order for his expulsion, sweeping him out the door.

He was very clingy toward Qi Anluo, wanting her to accompany him in everything he did. Even when Qi Anluo was exhausted from playing, his energy remained boundless, jumping around and calling "Mom" with every breath, a sound that could melt anyone’s heart.

Xigu was perplexed, Wushuang’s smile vanished, and the crowd was filled with confusion. Could this invincible figure have been scared out of his wits?

Tong Youxin was dragged away by Zhao Yuanhang for several meters, still crying out in injustice on Zhao’s behalf, even suggesting they publish an apology in the newspaper or cancel the partnership.