Chapter 60

After sitting in my seat for a short while, the long-awaited announcement finally echoed in my ears: "His Majesty has arrived." Yeya helped me up, and I joined the other imperial concubines in bowing gracefully.

"No, I can't leave yet. The cement I just poured has just been watered; if we don't work on it now, it's going to set," said Zhao Guodong.

"Xianrou, I've figured out your grandmother's illness. But I can't treat it right now. I need to find one of my senior martial sisters; she's probably the only one who knows how to cure this!" Yeying pulled Fifth Xianrou aside and whispered.

"Anyway, that's how it is. The two of them have had secret crushes on each other for so long, and this time they're planning to get married straight away!" said Chopper.

"Stingy old miser, is your life really only worth five thousand taels of silver?" Steward Kong inwardly despised Old Man Kong, yet aloud he said, "Old Man Kong, how could five thousand taels ever sway Yao Chaoxiong? It will take at least fifty thousand taels to make Yao Chaoxiong wholeheartedly help you."

The chaotic energy within his body circulated through countless heavenly cycles before he consumed the medicinal pill. Once the pill took effect, he truly experienced its extraordinary efficacy.

Steward Kong gasped softly. "Didn't we already agree with Zhu Ce last time that this matter would be put on hold for now and revisited later if the opportunity arose?"

If Xuanrui treated all the women in the inner palace with equal favor, what position would that leave Yunxiao in? Yet if Xuanrui were to give up on continuing the ancestral lineage, how could Yunxiao possibly face that either?

"Am I doing the right thing, or the wrong thing..." Xinxin watched Wang Xiu leave in a hurry, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Faced with Dashanzi's question, Old Black pulled a leopard skin out of the dried grass, then gazed into the distance toward the Kodora Snow Mountain, howling incessantly.

Leng Lianying, the head of the Leng family, was never a soft-hearted person. The blood staining his hands was enough to paint a massive, ink-wash landscape scroll.

Lin Yuming didn't even bother going home tonight. After sending everyone else off, he made do for the night on the office sofa. Utterly exhausted, he drew the curtains, blasted the air conditioning, and slept straight through until the next morning's workday.

The Dragon-Taming Arhat said with a faint smile, looking at Chen Langya with eyes already brimming with murderous intent. With the Eighteen Bronze Men and the Eighteen Arhats joining forces, their purpose was crystal clear: the abbot intended to eliminate this ignorant fool who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Standing beside God Race Zhantian, God Race Wudi was filled with utter disdain, doing nothing but coldly glaring at me and issuing continuous light scoffs.

Zhu Pingjin used both hands to pick and choose among the medicinal pills one by one, a hesitant expression lingering on his face.

"The Blood-Weeping Golden Fruit—golden skin and crimson flesh, firm when gripped, soft when released, caught in the interplay of hardness and softness..." The words his master had spoken back then regarding the characteristics of the Blood-Weeping Golden Fruit echoed repeatedly in Tiansheng's mind.

Good grief! Since this Hero Token could allow someone to class-change into a hidden profession—Flame Burst Assassin—just hearing the name suggested it was an overpowered hidden profession.

Upon hearing Zhu Pingjin's words, Cao Sanbao wept tears of snot and sorrow on horseback: "This slave knows he is useless and cannot help Your Highness the Prince much. But this slave still possesses the loyalty to protect his master unto death!" Long trails of tears and snot, whipped by the river wind, plastered all over his face.

I withdrew the elemental arrow coalescing on my bow and shouted with a righteous expression, "To spare you would be nothing less than aiding villains in their wickedness!" With that, I abruptly raised my longbow and gathered my arrows once more.

"Hey, Director Qin, where are you headed? Let me go with you," Tiandilong caught up with Qin Feng and said.

By this point, the eight-hundred-li journey from Handan to Linzi had reached its halfway mark, and Lord Pingyuan had sent someone to inform Mingyue, who was feeling somewhat drowsy from staying up late reading bamboo slips.

Everyone watched with bated breath, not daring to exhale a single mouthful, deeply shaken. Never had anyone imagined that the two people on stage would settle the victory in such a manner.

The naval soldier was finally hauled up, and everyone collapsed onto the deck, panting heavily. It took only a brief moment for them to exhaust all their strength.

"How did you know it was on the way? Did we say where we were going?" Yue Renjie retorted unpleasantly.

Yet now, having received the notification from Mutev, his priority naturally shifted to this matter, causing him to alter his course and fly toward the south.

Chen Changsheng had no idea what to do now and was just about to speak when he was interrupted by Wang Mingyang.

Zhao Kuo's eyes seemed ablaze with fury. In his mind, any compromise involving ceding territory was an act of treason. Carried away by his genuine emotions in the heat of speech, Zhao Kuo was on the verge of drawing his sword, storming into the room, and driving the Qi envoy out.

Though taking a beating previously had felt immensely satisfying, it didn't mean he would suffer from amnesia. Thinking back on his previous actions now, Wang Shoucheng wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"I'll go with you. Even if I die, I'll accompany you—" Yang Yue's voice wafted softly, yet she looked at me without a trace of hesitation.

Wang He did not mock Meng Ao. He remembered a few years back, when he first went on campaign under Lord Wuan, he too had been so suppressed by the God of Killing's aura that he dared not utter a single word.

Hesitating for a moment, Chichi still walked over to the porcelain box, picked it up, raised it high, and smashed it fiercely onto the ground.

"Now, the old man announces that in this Outer Court Grand Competition, Fang Zheng and Fang Cong are tied for first place! Everyone else's rankings remain unchanged!" he announced loudly.

Watching the old beggar puffing on his cigarette with an expression of pure bliss, he smiled, handed over an entire pack of cigarettes along with a lighter, and then patted his own pockets. He only had about five hundred yuan left, which he handed straight to the old beggar, who shook his head repeatedly.

Xiyugu had noticed Fusu's appearance long ago, and a sudden jolt gripped her heart, accompanied by an overwhelming urge to cry without tears.

As soon as that shout fell, the sound of the door being battered stopped abruptly, as if the people on the other side had genuinely listened and desisted.

The carriage slowly came to a halt in front of the inn where the two of them stayed. Du Nianqing and Guan Shu stepped out to see the two Ming brothers leaning against the car door, waiting, though who knew how long they had already been there.

Especially Qu Qingyou. Just a moment ago, the look in her eyes toward Alan had been one of such intense hatred that she looked ready to chop him into pieces; yet now, she cast a gaze tinged with faint sympathy toward him, seemingly pitying a boy who hadn't even reached the age of fifteen.