Chapter 56

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The room was filled with a heavy and overpowering fragrance to which I was unaccustomed. I picked up two scented sachets from the bedside table and gave them a sniff, which choked me and made me cough uncontrollably.

The Emperor remained half-skeptical about the earthworm's claims, wondering how such a creature could drink oil and water without a mouth. However, out of regard for his own dignity and fearing that voicing his doubts would make him a laughingstock, he held his tongue. Hearing Li Lianying raise the question, he paused to listen to the earthworm's explanation.

In truth, it was not that he did not care, but rather that the Lan family's involvement in electronics was still minimal. The Lan family's core industries were real estate and department stores, which did not cross paths with the Mo family's focus on electronic products and high-tech industries.

Besides those two divine artifacts, the Primordial Chaos Deity, blasted apart by Xia Yang, had left behind over one hundred thousand soul thoughts at the seventh heavenly tribulation level—that is, the Creator realm. Each one was immensely vast and as crystal-clear as a diamond, and they were now scattered near the ancient Rakshasa Gate.

Although she felt deeply embarrassed, she still forced herself to speak. She intentionally projected a cold tone, yet her thoroughly flushed expression completely betrayed her inner state of mind.

Hearing this, the cafe owner's face immediately blossomed into the brightest of smiles.

"I have heard Lord Li's recommendation, stating that you are well-versed in naval warfare and once served as a lieutenant commander in the British Navy, is that correct?" the Emperor continued.

Lü Haotian wore a long face, feeling utterly humiliated that the gift he had sent out had been returned to him.

Liu Dahai's heart grew even colder. Because it was his sister, could she take everything for granted like this? He finally understood why Liu Xing'er always spoke to him with such hostility every time; it was because she felt disappointed in him.

"Senior Brother Wuxiang's target turns out to be Lang Fanyun?" Qin Mengyao revealed a look of astonishment for the very first time.

Lanshan appeared carefree on the surface, but was actually extremely traditional at heart. To her, He Chen was fundamentally different from other men, and coupled with his past help to her family and his care over this period of time, developing feelings for him was only natural.

The raw jadeite was placed here to be sold. To refuse the sale would not only be unjustified in terms of law and morality, but would also incur punishment from the Jade Association and the wrath of his cousin.

Naturally, the swimmers' skills could not be compared to those of ordinary people, yet they could not match the effortless elegance and charm of Duanmu Hao.

Although the process was extremely painful and somewhat perilous, because it was his first time using this kind of energy-evolution liquid, the results were astonishingly good—even exceeding Liu Chen's expectations.

This time, no one stepped forward to block his path. Liu Chen's single strike had severely injured Wei Renxiong, creating a profound shockwave throughout the second gathering place.

Had it not been for a Ming Cult disciple who, facing the sword qi of Kunlun leader He Taichong and having nowhere to dodge, was on the verge of being split in two, He Taichong would have already turned to slaughter others elsewhere.

"Brother Chen, thank you for your kind intentions, but this matter has nothing to do with you. You'd better stay out of it," Liu Chen finally said.

The only thing that caused me a slight frown was that the moment the Poison Butterfly entered, our eyes met, yet she showed no sign of familiarity whatsoever. Her gaze swept past mine and drifted away, making her look entirely like a stranger.

"Are there others? We are still here! Is there any way to make the plane land?" Wang He asked urgently.

"To enter the Black Mountain, one must obtain a token. Without a token, even if you manage to get in, you will be discovered by my adoptive father," Heifeng knelt on the ground, seemingly murmuring to himself or perhaps speaking to Mubai.

Upon hearing this, Yuyi Xian was enlightened, realizing that the Zhoushan Star-Array could be considered the largest formation in history.

This battle was merely an intense, concentrated frontal clash. In reality, everyday skirmishes between the two alliances and the Corpse-Retrieving Sect were constant, with people dying daily, while the struggle between their intelligence reconnaissance systems was even more intense.

Having said that, he turned and walked away. Shen Duo at first seemed not to have processed what happened, but the moment I turned around, he suddenly reached out and grabbed me. Purely out of instinct, I slapped his hand away.

Once all matters here were settled, I would take Anna's hand, with Bai Qi and Yu Yunchang flanking us, and thus depart into the distance.

I originally intended for a eunuch to announce my audience with the Emperor, but was told that His Majesty had suffered a migraine ever since I left. After being examined by the imperial physician and taking a calming decoction, he had already fallen asleep.

Blinking her dark, glossy eyes, she said, "I have an elder sister named Lian'er. She fell in love with a man. Even though she knew he didn't love her, she still threw herself into it without any hesitation. Heaven does not let down those with a heart; that man finally recognized her goodness, and lovers eventually found themselves married."

"What on earth am I thinking?" Feng Xingyun fiercely hammered his own head to snap himself out of his fantasy.

"Could it be that as our influence grows larger, we have more places that require money?" Ye Yihang pondered and asked me.

"As the head of the four ancient martial families of China, your Xuanyuan clan has always stood aloof from worldly affairs. Yet I never expected you to be utterly hypocritical; speaking endlessly of benevolence and righteousness on the surface, while engaging in despicable dealings behind the scenes. I, Jiang, disdain to associate with you!" Jiang Hua said coldly, sparing no harshness in his words.

Qinghua was proud; she never regarded anyone as her equal. Although her martial arts were slightly superior to theirs, I knew that if the fight dragged on, Qinghua would inevitably suffer.

"The genuine Xuanyuan Sword?" A brilliant light flashed in Jiang Hua's right eye, like a traveler walking in the darkness suddenly catching sight of light.

"…But because of this, we must also quicken our pace and stabilize the situation—before matters reach the point of no return," Jill's tone grew heavy.

"I have a pretty good gun in my hand and would like to trade it with you! I just don't know if it matches the quality of the one you have," Chen Feng said.

My desk-mate had already been conquered by me, but our relationship was still far from good. I knew in my heart that he actually hoped to see me get beaten. Telling me about it beforehand was merely out of a desire to watch the look of fear on my face.

The Gu Charm recognized this kind of waxed paper, which in the game was called a "Binding Proof." Whatever was written upon it acted like a sacred vow; should anyone break it, they would inevitably suffer heavenly retribution.

It was only in the sparse spiritual energy and heavily polluted environment of Earth that such a faint sensation could manifest. If this were a world rich in spiritual energy, Siddhartha's perception would have been magnified a hundredfold, and it would no longer be a mere feeling, but a powerful spiritual will.

In terms of soul-perception, Feng Li was far more powerful than Xuan Xuan at this moment. Because Xuan Xuan had not severed her connection with Feng Li, every single condition inside the Profound Sealing Platform was crystal clear to him—the frantic bombardment by the four figures, Xuan Xuan's pale face, and her gradually fading figure. All of this filled him with immense terror.

Ten minutes later, the match began. Since they were old opponents, neither team's coach had too many instructions to give, mostly consisting of routine words of encouragement and cheering. Once the referee's whistle blew, the players took to the court.