30 The General's Wife and the Concubine's Brother 8

As he spoke, he channeled the secret technique of "Nine Breaths of Qi Cultivation" directly into her mind through her crown chakra.

Each piece of obsidian was as pitch-black as ink, shimmering with a mysterious and alluring luster. Upon closer inspection, the energy contained within could be seen flowing faintly; it was clearly obsidian of the highest quality.

Led by Huo Qubing and Colin, the Yanhuang Iron Cavalry and the Duan Clan Iron Cavalry utilized their exceptional mobility and destructive power to roam the borders of the Bismarck Empire, drawing the attention of a large portion of the empire's combat forces.

"Look up!" Even though the man was mere inches away, Ye Chenfeng showed no fear; instead, he puffed on his cigarette, one mouthful after another.

I asked with genuine sincerity, hoping that Song Hao might be moved by the topic and open up to me. Even if we didn't touch on the main point, such indirect probing might still allow me to learn a few more things.

An elf had cost at most a little over one obsidian to purchase, with only one costing two. The five elves certainly did not total more than ten obsidian; Elder Ying had clearly exaggerated the amount to ensure Hubert remembered it.

"And what about you?" Ye Chenfeng asked. He had not expected Chen Xijun to be so loyal, willing to cover his escape at such a critical moment.

Chu Qingxue glanced at the watch on her wrist, bid Ye Chenfeng goodnight, and headed to the room across the hall.

Other than the Second Heaven Empire, which possessed three super-fleets, and the Earth Federation and Qingyang Empire, which had each built one based on their profound heritage, no other faction possessed a single respectable super-fleet.

"It's over! Prince Adam is a dead man!" Even the Pope of the Harvest Temple, usually as steady as a rock, felt his aged face tremble and his brow break out in a cold sweat.

Perhaps all of this was simply the outcome the Emperor desired, but why would His Majesty do such a thing?

It wasn't because he had few fans here, but because everyone present were fellow students; those who wanted autographs or group photos for their social media had already finished long ago.

"No, we cannot wait." Lin Xiaoyun immediately rejected Long Zhan's proposal.

Having finally reached level 20, Ling Feng hurriedly equipped the mask and cloak from his inventory.

No wonder he didn't wear new clothes; Lü Zhi discovered the reason and nodded with satisfaction, deeply concurring.

***

Indeed, if it weren't for Qin Wei’s personality, which always managed to feel so inventive, how could this road-trip comedy commercial film have sold the 600 million box office it currently enjoyed?

Mentioning dance brought An Liyang to life. She poked her head out from Shi Yan's arms and began recounting the process of how she learned to dance.

A hand with slender, elegantly rounded nails offered a handkerchief before her.

"Can you tell me who it is now?" An's father asked, his face full of helplessness but also overflowing with indulgence.

How could the world consist only of the sun? Mountains, rivers, all living beings, the stars, and the Big Dipper were all part of it.

Taking a taxi to a large market in Nanhai City, Qin Yu headed straight for the livestock section and stopped in front of a stall selling live chickens.

In Box 17, Mi Xiao was sweating profusely, pacing back and forth in a state of utter confusion.

"So spicy," Dou Funing said. "This is clearly white liquor. Governor Hua, your wine is far too potent, far too potent." She stuck out her tongue as she spoke, gulping down tea to dilute the heat.

Xuan Yun, the one responsible for all this, maintained his expression, his demeanor, and his posture. Without a flushed face or a trembling body, he was the spitting image of a street rascal.

As long as Huang Xuan remained unmoved and Yang Jianjun did not enter the exchange, most people dared not act rashly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, nothing happened aside from the incessant, howling cold wind. The entire school was silent as the grave.

"Fine, let's end things here for today. We shall meet at the mountains," Xiao Sheng snorted angrily and departed with a flick of his sleeves.

After stepping out of the car, one had to walk a distance to get back to the residence. While passing an outdoor swimming pool, Yan An clearly heard a splash, accompanied by a mournful "meow."

The Second Elder of the Thunder Gate did not know that Ling Zimo's black-gold sleeve darts were coated with lethal poison, and he continued to lecture Ling Zimo with smug triumph.

Seeing the silver-white mask in Ling Zimo's hand, the other Silver Order assassins revealed a glint of greed in their eyes.

***

Even in the resource-rich Heavenly Dao plane, an ordinary person would need to expend considerable time and energy to raise their level, but for Wu Tian, he had ascended 12 levels in an instant. If others knew of this, they would be green with envy.

Fortunately, Shi Tao met Chang Tian first. After Chang Tian’s declaration that "one must know that this Chang is accustomed to fawning over others," Shi Tao's resolve to pledge his loyalty to him became even firmer.

"Not at all. If Mr. Song has any matters in the future, you can call my number directly. Chairman Li has instructed me to be in charge of legal affairs here." Lawyer Qian handed his business card to Song Tianji.

Even the Star Emperor, after spending three hundred years, had only managed to refine one poison needle capable of wounding the Moon Goddess, which showed just how formidable her defense truly was.

The Order Form originated from the system and possessed an innate dominance that could suppress all creatures of lower strength; its effect was divine.

"We won't be coming back tonight; it will likely take quite a bit of time," Lin Tian said.

Lin Tian's words left Qiao Dong slightly surprised. He had just said he wasn't here to register, so why the sudden change of heart?

However, Lin Tian did not feel their deep concern; he only saw them sitting together, chattering endlessly.

As the hundred officials held the morning court, Liu Hong's complexion grew increasingly frail. His time was likely running short; he probably wouldn't last until 189 AD before passing away.

"I won't say much else. We are a team now, so we must coordinate and look after one another. There is still some time before we head out on our mission, so get to know each other and practice more," Lin Mu said.

"The Saintess, we just encountered the Saintess," Sheng Yang suddenly exclaimed, drawing everyone’s gaze toward him.

"No, what you make doesn't taste as good as what Sister Ran'er makes." Xing'er refused bluntly, a look of disdain on his face. He wouldn't eat it; the last time he ate pastries made by Rong'er, he had been to the latrine more than ten times in a single day! If he ate any more, he would lose his life. He decisively rejected her plea.