Chapter 49

The children had to remain within the palace, yet His Majesty was still young. Should he take another imperial concubine or even a new empress in the future, would they treat her children with kindness?

At this point, he felt he desperately needed someone to keep him in check; otherwise, he truly might devour people. Consequently, while pursuing and beating the remnant forces of Feng Zhanghai and Gong Changhai, he moved westward, drawing closer to his own brigade. On the afternoon of February 28, he arrived at Majiawan in the South Hala Crossing and set up camp.

In an instant, the room fell into complete chaos. Amidst passionate discussions and grievances, Tsunade shifted her gaze toward the Third Hokage, the advisors, and Danzo. As the village elders exchanged glances, a tacit understanding formed among them.

Right now, the mantis had finally endured until its period of dominance, yet its teammates were lagging behind to varying degrees.

Merely two videos had propelled him to a height unreachable by ordinary people. This inevitably left some content creators feeling resentful, though they could stir up no real waves and were left with nothing more than envy, jealousy, and hatred.

The senior executive lifted his eyelids and glanced dismissively at the Grand Emperor, who was so furious that smoke was practically billowing from his seven orifices. Since he was merely managing the mercenary guild on behalf of others, a ten percent profit was already quite generous, and naturally, no one would fuss over the scarcity of elemental ores. Things would simply remain as they were.

For a period following this, the Ministry of Rites conducted itself with utmost modesty. Even regarding the intricate details of the upcoming New Year celebrations, they consulted and deliberated with the Directorate of Palace Attendants. Anything beyond their authority was reported directly to the Penglai Hall, and everything proceeded with absolute precision.

Yet there existed a very unique category of commentators. Though excluded from the ranks of the twenty-four frontline casters, their popularity was nearly tenfold higher than that of all twenty-four combined.

Accompanied by a flurry of urgent hoofbeats, Helian Jiuyang and Helian Miaochen slowly approached, shattering the intoxicating tranquility.

The wind sweeping across the Mongolian grasslands was fierce and unyielding, resembling threads pulled from the distant northwest. He felt like a kite drifting among those threads, rising and falling, fluttering aimlessly, yet experiencing a sense of leisurely ease.

Wuming’s expression turned incomparably solemn. Concealed within that restaurant was actually a Supreme Being of the Feathered Cult.

Such a situation had only ever occurred previously when Wuming was still at the Monad Sect and encountered legendary masters. Back then, his strength was too meager, and he could harbor no secrets whatsoever; even a mere glance from them could see right through him. Yet this feeling had not arisen for a very long time.

Therefore, whether or not he could master everything completely did not matter to him at all. Considering the meager state of his Spiritual Essence Pills, adopting a focused approach of "fewer items, higher quality" became his inevitable choice.

Instantly, the multi-role transport helicopter temporarily borrowed by Anna abruptly accelerated and rose into the sky. Following a sharp tail-rotor whip maneuver executed by Xiao Xiao, she immediately piloted the helicopter away from the chaotic zone of the Ghoul disturbance.

Mu Zhu: Therefore, we must establish laws to protect family members. Otherwise, in a state of lawlessness, where can one turn to voice their grievances?

Even so, he deemed it entirely worthwhile. Without blood slaves, it would have been utterly impossible for him to drive his Star Beast avatar.

The more Cheng Muye watched, the more smug he became. A little later, once he found a suitable opportunity to leave, Liu Feiyang would be left with grievances too bitter to voice. If Liu wanted to find him, where on earth would he look?

Zhao Shijiang leaped joyfully off Baichou’s back, but before he could react, he felt his body lunging forward uncontrollably, propelled squarely through the doorway. Upon scrambling to his feet, he realized that in the blink of an eye after jumping off Baichou’s back, he was already pierced by numerous arrows.

His frenzied demeanor and utterly malevolent, terrifying expression—growing increasingly unhinged the more he fed—closely resembled a fiend from the netherworld. Tong Muhe found his face terrifying beyond measure. True to his words, each vial truly surpassed the last in exquisite flavor; this poison was so sweet and delectable that the more one consumed it, the better it tasted.

Lin Jue’s smile grew even brighter. Jiang Jinfu did not expose him, choosing instead to follow his lead, which indicated that his previous words had taken effect. That seed had already begun to sprout.

Officials were rarely seen nowadays; they walked in groups of twos and threes, discussing the magnificent martial tournaments at the arena, whispering about the imperial conscription, or remaining utterly focused on the governance of their respective prefectures and provinces.

Gu Qingyang rolled his eyes upward, thinking to himself that only a short while had passed, yet he had already begun to feel a sense of powerlessness when facing Fang Chen.

After all, if one could surge to the top of the regional honor roll, it would instill greater confidence in players regarding both strength and reliability, thereby allowing them to secure more commissions.

Fang Chen nodded. Ever since they passed through the thick fog, and even according to mundane maps, this place had never previously existed.

Though the divine artifacts of the Celestial Demon lineage seemed not to have fallen into the Nine Realms of the Firmament, but rather landed in other planes.

"Very well, since you have all agreed, let us depart and witness with your own eyes the world you once ruled." With a wave of his hand, Li Shaofan swept all the emperors into the Houtu Ring, bowed in greeting to Xizi and the others, and instantly vanished.

The two sides of the arc-shaped doorway retracted, finally revealing the true face of the undersea laboratory.

During the seven-day conscription at the Great Wall, recruiting forty thousand soldiers in and around Chang'an, the forces suddenly grew immensely formidable.

The balding, middle-aged man, wearing an expression of pride and arrogance, turned to glance at the commotion near the entrance and waved his hand impatiently, seemingly unconcerned with his own personal safety.

Chen Yi was left speechless, torn between laughter and tears. He had anticipated a reward of at least several hundred, if not a thousand. Even failing that, a modest gesture like treating him to a meal would have been nice. Instead, all he received was a single piece of paper and a silk banner.

He spotted a corpse drifting quietly atop the turbid yellow waters, followed by countless others. Gazing across the entire Yellow River, Fang Chen saw no fewer tens of thousands of bodies. The corpses continuously rose and sank within the yellowish currents like drifting logs.

Yet within the entire screenwriting department, among all three colleagues, Zhang Dong was still the last one to submit his probationary assignment.

Compared to Qin Han, who spent his leisure time relaxing comfortably at home, Okada Hiroshi, who had to come to the company even on his day off, appeared far busier.

Ultimately, it was decided that Xiaofei and Su Mo, the two core disciples with stronger capabilities, would accompany Chu Tian, while the rest would merge with the Goddess Palace faction led by Yang Linlin.

Peering through the gap in the curtains illuminated by moonlight, Zhou You glanced at Zhang Xiangling on the bed and nearly suffered a nosebleed.

Li Qingzhao gazed intently at Shuang'er, attempting to discern her true intentions from her expression. Shuang'er, meanwhile, was lost in thoughts of the conversations she had shared with Zhang San. A multitude of emotions surged into her heart, prompting her to raise her wine cup and take a sip in an attempt to wash away the underlying bitterness.