31 The General's Wife and the Concubine's Younger Brother 9

If this matter were entrusted to him, he would certainly report it to the higher-level authorities or the person in charge immediately.

When buying firecrackers, candles, and incense, one must also choose high-quality items; the louder and larger the firecrackers, the more prosperous and prestigious the occasion.

Generally speaking, underground utility tunnels are constructed beneath roads. By aligning the utilities with the roads, it saves land, facilitates management, and avoids interference with other structures.

"Brother Yangshen, the Prince of Zhennan is now a force that cannot be ignored. With other realms about to merge, must we continue our internal strife?" Sensing the pressure upon him diminish slightly, Master Wuwang smiled with greater composure.

"It cannot be helped; one cannot refuse when opportunity knocks." As Li Tang replied, he took the report handed to him by Li Suyan and began to read. One of the segments in the "Tales of the Unusual" series featured an idol-themed episode, and the viewership response was quite positive, with a significant number of new fans joining the fold.

Hehua took the glass ball from her attendant and asked, "Congratulate me for what?" Her voice paused slightly as she turned her gaze toward Meng Yi.

"Ha!" The beasts of the quadrangle courtyard burst into laughter in unison, some even clutching their stomachs in pain.

"Old demon of Mingyue Mountain, this is not a place where you can run wild!" The one who shouted was a middle-aged man in white robes. His expression was fierce, his aura terrifying, and a precious vase hovered behind him.

It turned out that Song Chan’s father, Song Yu, had co-founded the Song family’s investment company with Jiang Tao’s father, Jiang Zhenqian. Later, the company grew and expanded, becoming one of the most prominent giants in the region.

Unlike the previous magic-spirit meteorite iron, what appeared this time was unmistakably a typical dark-attribute meteorite iron, and it even differed in its physical properties from the previous state.

Luo Chen lifted his feet and began to walk downward, step by step. He was slow, yet steady and rhythmic. If one observed closely, they would discover that every step he took covered the exact same distance, and the frequency of his strides gradually synchronized.

"Let me grant you release," Chen Yang said indifferently. He raised his right hand, and a thick, bloody baleful energy surged from his palm, instantly engulfing the burly man.

After three rounds of drinks and five courses, three jars of century-old Huadiao wine were bottomed out. Pei Feng and Old Master Wang were both bleary-eyed from intoxication, yet their spirits were soaring. Ignoring the advice of others, they went into the courtyard and began to practice drunken boxing.

Li Chen felt as though it were over. He truly believed he was doomed in this cave, but suddenly, a trace of doubt flickered in his consciousness.

The blade of the Thirteen Swallow-Return Sabers was too thin—thinner than spider silk—so Qin Bai did not feel it when he was struck. It was only after intense movement that the wound tore open, causing blood to gush out and revealing the injury in its entirety. With such a wound, even if he survived, his life was effectively ruined.

However, now that there was an opportunity to acknowledge each other, she could not. This dilemma, filled with bitterness and heartache, left her nearly suffocated.

The killing intent of the sword energy gradually condensed into substance, and behind every strand of sword energy, a hazy, ethereal figure appeared.

Life was about to end, yet there were no memories in his mind—only a profound calm. There was simply no time left to reminisce about his life in such a short span.

Only Chen Yang stood there with eyes wide open, watching indifferently as the tentacle-covered corpse monsters and the sky-filling blood-drop monsters approached within reach.

Chu Qianxun felt a sense of embarrassment at this moment, for among the nine of them, he possessed the greatest strength, yet he had not played a significant role in the Blood Soul Realm. For this, Chu Qianxun felt he had failed the expectations of his junior brothers and sisters.

It was evident that the improvement in his strength and status made even his master feel a bit troubled, which also meant he had truly become the backbone of the Tianji Sect, possessing a voice that carried weight.

Jian Feifan was a genius of the Sword Sect who specialized in the path of the sword, whereas Ling Tian was a mere layman—how could he possibly compare to Jian Feifan?

"I didn't just see it; I even dealt with the Seven-Colored Underworld Ghosts last night!" Yan Shiyi gritted his teeth, a hint of ferocity appearing on his face as he smiled faintly.

"Why?" The generals were puzzled. They had been bullied to this extent, trapped time and again by conspiracies, escaping death by a hair's breadth each time; now that they finally had a chance to strike back, why was Fang Ao shrinking away?

The God of White Feathers hesitated for a moment. After all, having let them escape on his watch, he truly wouldn't know how to answer if the King of Purgatory were to question him. He decided to follow them inside.

Now, Ling Tian had casually bid 31 million Martial Emperor Coins. Could it be that Ling Tian possessed more wealth than these great families?

The surrounding crowd was utterly shocked, as if they had witnessed something inconceivable. They did not expect Ling Tian to be so domineering and aggressive in the face of the terrifying Xue Cang, which left them stunned.

Closer and closer they came, so close that some of the fierce beasts could not help but tremble, as if the slaughter of the Three-Clan War was about to repeat itself.

It was precisely for this reason that when the City Lord of Peach Blossom City foresaw the love tribulation, he called it a monster, never associating it with the Five-Insect Race.

Supporting it, Jin Shenghan, Yoo Jae-suk, and the others began to try to touch the unfolded prompt strip, wanting to see clearly what was written on it.

Logically speaking, when a subject returns to the capital, a summons from above is only natural. However, Xiao Wanruo was not Yang Guang. As the Empress of the Great Sui, even if she managed affairs in the Eastern Capital from behind the curtains, summoning an outsider into the Ziwei City in such a hurried and frantic manner was still somewhat contrary to decorum.

Ruyi guessed that the people from the Wind and Moon Valley had kidnapped her likely to deal with Wuxin. She knew of the grudge between the Wind and Moon Valley and Wuxin; although she understood that Wuxin had been framed, the people of the Wind and Moon Valley did not seem to think so.

At this moment, Zhou Cheng—who had regained his title as a Marquis and received the additional appointment of General, leaping to become a "dignitary" of the imperial court—knew nothing of the decisions made within the Eastern Capital. Sitting before a campfire, he rubbed his frost-numbed hands while yawning, watching the glaring Zhao Feiyan not far away.

These people had no idea, assuming that Yang Zhen was still trapped somewhere in the abyss, when in reality, he had already made a perfect escape.

Under this, the entire Spirit Gathering Array officially began to operate. Countless vast spiritual energies surged into the teleportation array, causing those invisible void restrictions to ripple with intense spatial energy.

That night, a wave of darkness invaded the monster camp. At this moment, the camp was filled with screams as a large number of monsters were transformed into apostles of darkness. Consequently, they all had to accept their own suffering.