Chapter 43

Although the old lady thought that way, the intense pain left her with no energy to pick a fight with Bai Luoyan.

With apricot-shaped eyes that held a hint of surprise and shyness, she looked at Xia Junyao. She had simply mentioned being exhausted, and he had actually picked her up and carried her away. How could he be so wonderful? It made her heart feel warm, and she even felt a touch of emotion.

This was a meticulously chosen candidate by Feng Junche. Not only was his character exemplary, but he also came from a noble family. Although he was currently serving under him, his prospects for promotion and advancement were extremely promising. He considered him to be the most suitable choice imaginable.

"Didn't you say you had something to tell me? Go ahead." Song Yuan withdrew her gaze and walked over to the edge of the pavilion, nonchalantly eating the melon seeds that Xia Junyao had shelled for her.

She had also paid attention to Mrs. Yu's words in the recording that touched upon this matter, but Lu Man had edited them out as well.

His actions clearly intended to attribute all the credit for this affair to the emperor while claiming none of it for himself, perfectly fulfilling only the duties of a dutiful son.

"Seeking the Dao! Cultivation! I have already officially become a disciple of our Penglai Sect!" Fu Qing scrambled up and said with a somewhat depressed expression.

The mayor's wife had prepared warm water for our bath, brand-new beautiful clothes, and a sumptuous dinner. Their hospitality was truly thorough. After eating and drinking to our heart's content, Fu Qing went out with two elderly doctors who had rushed over to mix medicines for preventing the epidemic, while the three of us, having nothing to do, went out to wander around.

When Su Ruohe saw Wenren Jin, she also felt immensely furious. She had no idea what kind of feelings her eldest brother experienced facing this man every single day.

However, Xia Qinghuan felt that at least back then Lu Qiyuan was still young, not only wealthy but also quite handsome.

"Look at his ID! Shadow Trace!" Song Feiwei was not a boy and did not follow people with such flashy gaming skills, but she suddenly noticed that the expressions of the boys around her had changed.

"It's you!" Hearing the voice, Yao Ke'er turned her head and glanced. Discovering it was Su Cheng, she immediately stared straight at him with her large eyes.

The girl had been crying tearfully at the time, clearly having suffered a shock. A thin mist still lingered in her eyes, full of grievance. Both of them shared responsibility for this matter, and Su Cheng did not feel comfortable seeing her like that either.

He took a deep breath, and the sound he released was like booming temple bells, echoing endlessly throughout the entire city. Everyone who heard this sound went limp, and under this roar of the dragon, all living things bowed in submission.

"Judging by the current situation, whether your act was truly a performance is really hard to say." Liu Yaoxi tossed out another hypothesis.

This person was formerly a rogue blade cultivator. To reach his current level of cultivation was practically the limit of his potential. Although their battle prowess might be similar, his actual strength was simply no match for a blade servant who had undergone systematic training.

At the center of the planet sat a massive city devoid of walls. Its structures were entirely fortress-like blends of semi-metal and stone, with a grand castle situated at the very rear that towered over all the surrounding buildings.

In an instant, centered around Zhongzhou Airport, a vast area plunged into a state of violent tremors and shaking.

"Or could it be that after traveling through time, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary?" Feng Jianming speculated again.

With over a thousand saints, if they were truly caught in a crossfire between a horde of tier-six sea monsters and imperial-level human cultivators, the tragedy would be beyond description.

Zu Heng had called one hundred and eight times, Pingzi eighty-four times, and there was also an unfamiliar number that had called five or six times.

"First, the sect must be built on the surface, and it must be built with great fanfare. We must tell the Haoshi Dynasty that here there are no slaves, only brothers!" After finishing, Hong Wanxing continuously marked several points and drew several lines on the map.

Although A Yu rarely appeared, she was still concerned about her at the moment. What did it matter if Shen Zhihan was not around? She still had many good friends by her side, and whether romantic love existed or not no longer mattered.

Yujing opened the letter presented to her, leaned closer to Ning Yuanyuan, and the two of them read it together before exchanging a glance.

For a contestant of genius caliber to encounter an examiner who played by no rules, paired with an outlandish opponent who could derail anything at a moment's notice, was truly a touching spectacle.

Just as she was about to thrust her weapon at Buyan, a sharp pain struck her neck. When she turned back, she caught sight of the multicolored hem of Dongfang Xi's robe.

Even though they were both captains in the Yang Department, the thought of having to contend with this behemoth made the expressions of Li Da and Xiang Yu extremely heavy.

"Maozi, do you have a death wish or something? Making a fuss in front of me for so long, are you trying to stop me from doing business?" A man in his thirties walked slowly down from the second floor. He was shirtless, his entire back covered in a full-dragon tattoo, with an image of Guan Yu on his chest and a scar across his face that did not look ugly but rather extremely domineering.

Given the current national conditions in the country, everything demanded a scientific and evidence-based approach, especially major engineering projects, which required it all the more.

Zheng Zha finally understood why the gap between his clone and himself was so vast. It was not merely a disparity in strength, but also differences in ideology and psychological resilience. In all these aspects, he fell far, far short of his clone.

In that realm of great freedom that seemed detached from everything, Zheng Zha felt as if all pain and sorrow had vanished. Any problem could be resolved effortlessly. It felt just like the blissful wonderland described in Buddhist teachings—so free, so serene, a place completely devoid of worries.

Zhu Huan was now prepared to stake everything. Not only did he plan to maximize the use of the troops at hand, but he also intended to summon all the 200,000 personnel deployed to maintain control in Arkansas and Texas.

However, the bottom of this black water pool was somewhat wider than the surface, measuring roughly thirty miles across, while the surface of the water was only about ten miles wide. The Dark Underworld Poisonous Dragon was coiled in a corner.

Yet now, the moment the pricing for the Chenhua Junjie was announced, everyone was stunned. A starting price of 155,800—you are being so generous. What else could anyone possibly say?

"Why does it feel like something newly made?" Yu Litong said with a smile. This handled pot with halberd motifs looked brand new, as if it had just been fired in the kiln. Perhaps that was why it was left here with no one paying it any attention.

The dusk sun had shifted from directly overhead to the western horizon, appearing as though it might tumble at any moment into the gently rippling river beside it.