Chapter 149: Recreating the Splendor of Teahouse

Jizi spread his hands and said with a helpless sigh, "What should we do if the Marquis of Xibo really sends us his idiotic second young master?" Beside him, Shang Rong also frowned deeply, searching for a countermeasure.

"Why did Uncle Wu come here? And why did he die here so mysteriously?" Hu Shuntang asked the Salt Lord once again.

That long and eloquent speech thoroughly inflamed the emotions of the Fengyi tribe, and this deafening and soul-stirring challenge allowed everyone to witness the arrival of a heroic figure possessed of both daring and imposing momentum.

Fifty-two giant wolves surrounded the factory building. The wolf pups occupied various advantageous positions, patiently infiltrating their spots without requiring deliberate commands from Zhang Jiaming—a simple psychological suggestion was all it took.

The shackles on his body had been removed earlier. Had it not been for his injuries, the man should have been able to cup his hands in salute and chime in with a few lines: "Such great kindness requires no thanks, I will surely repay it another day!" Unfortunately, the immense pain radiating from his shoulders and back prevented him from even standing up and taking two steps.

"Brotherhood of the Holy See in the Far East, have you chosen to turn your backs on our Lord's teachings and completely side with the heretics?" Edmund had no intention of giving up his final effort; he needed to suppress their authority first.

"How do you explain this?" Nangong Wei pulled the dagger from her bosom and asked, suppressing her anger.

"Spit it out! As long as you aren't asking me to sell my body, I'll agree to anything!" Zhang Jiaming straightened his posture, looking just like a criminal standing in the dock waiting to hear his final sentence, his face plastered entirely with an expression of "If I do not enter hell, who will?"

If she hadn't understood why Zhou Chen knocked her out earlier, everything became crystal clear the moment she saw this room. A deep sense of helplessness washed over her: No wonder Zhou Cheng's expression had looked somewhat strange when she saw him just now, and could his sudden appearance have anything to do with Wang Xiangsheng fainting?

Accompanying him and knowing that Qin Feng possessed lightness skills, Li Shimin inwardly cursed his own miscalculation: Had he known things would turn out this way, he should have conducted a patrol in person. He had hoped the third trial would give Qin Feng a hard time.

Back then, relying on Lei Hu's newly accepted disciple, Zhao Zi, to act as an internal agent, he had lured away the imperial guards stationed at the Hentian Gate and managed to sneak in taking advantage of the chaos.

Originally, within the Kunlun formation, a disciple had suddenly collapsed. Yan Shunhua was startled, but Qi Liuhuo, who had never acted so fiercely before, roared at the top of her lungs, "I'll fight you to the death!"

While the Vaughn Chamber of Commerce occupied only a mid-to-upper tier among all merchant guilds in Aixin, as the empire's largest exclusive intermediary supplier of magical materials and alchemical potions, its standing within specific circles was comparable to that of the Five Great Chambers of Commerce.

No matter how powerful a tradition was, it could still be destroyed by others, or slowly decline on its own until it finally perished.

Inside the Grand Tutor's mansion, Mo Yunhai listened to Chai Shengnan's report. Although holding the rank of Central General of Beichen, Chai Shengnan was not in actual command of the Beichen army. With the capital currently swept by an atmosphere of tension and panic where everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, Chai Shengnan feared that if she abruptly took command of the troops, the remnants of the Fourth Prince—who were already treading on thin ice—might stage a backlash.

Hearing the sound coming from the upper floor, Mo Chen exchanged a glance with Zheng Yi, slipped into the stairwell, and led the group in pursuit.

Yang Yi cursed inwardly, tightening his grip on the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword. Under normal circumstances, these vines wouldn't pose much of a threat to him, but now, with a grandmaster lurking unseen in the shadows, watching like a tiger eyeing its prey and ready to launch a sneak attack at any moment, the combination severely restricted the full play of Yang Yi's strength.

Just when everyone expected Link, acting as the host, to step in and smooth things over as he had done previously when several failed speakers grew overly embarrassed, and directly announce the continuation of the proceedings.

Right there on Yuping Pass, three figures gazing at the advancing army of Chai Shengnan also furrowed their brows. These three were none other than Ying Rui and his sworn brothers from back in the day.

Ge Chongzhong refused to answer, showing the utmost arrogance. He merely stretched out his slender, rounded fingers, which appeared exquisite, translucent, almost transparent, and completely devoid of color. It was a terrifying sight, resembling the left hand of a god with non-human bloodlines, leaving Zhang Wu staring in unblinking shock.

Singh's gaze remained fixed unblinkingly on William's face, trying to discern whether he was telling the truth.

Just as Shen Xiangsi was immersed in her self-indulgent daydream of a wealthy, elite marriage, a bizarre expression flickered across Gong Ting's features.

"Then why didn't you recognize her at first?" I tilted my head and asked Mo Shuang with a frown.

How could this be? This was impossible! How had this fellow not been dissolved by his own digestive juices? Having already been swallowed into the belly, how could he possibly still be alive? This was impossible.

Nan Jinghong kissed her eyes, wrapped her up and tucked her into the warm blankets. Su Niannian still maintained a shred of reason at first, but soon after... she went off completely to continue her date with the God of Dreams.

The world today was indeed better than before; ordinary people had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear, and compared to ancient times, greater emphasis was placed on humanitarianism.

With the sound of a gunshot, the air was blasted apart, and droplets of water shot out like bullets, piercing through the heavens with an extraordinary physical phenomenon that condensed and refused to disperse.

Because that dream, which had lasted for six years, stopped recurring the moment he finally laid eyes on the person from his dreams. The phrase "long time no see" was spoken to the Mugengyue of his dreams.

He had been in a great rush to see Lianlian just moments ago, but now he wasn't in quite as much of a hurry. Nangong Ye's words kept echoing in his mind: Lianlian was investigating the memory loss from those two years. He dared not provoke Lianlian's anger, so he could only wait for her to wake up naturally, hoping she would be in a good mood and not recall the amnesia of those two years.

Old Di waved his hand with a gentle lift, and spiritual energy summoned forth actually smoothed the bodies of several people into an upright position. Such a feat was truly remarkable. Xue Hao secretly speculated to what realm the old man's strength had attained, yet his shallow experience left him unable to figure it out.