Chapter 116: The Primordial Golden Dipper

Qin Xiaomo was deep in thought when she heard the door to the library open. She quickly hid under the cabinet and listened as two people quietly entered. After cautiously circling the room, one of them uttered a phrase that nearly broke Qin Xiaomo’s composure:

“Let’s escape. The Upper Realm is about to appoint gods to the Lower Realm, and the list has already been decided. Without Shen Gong, the senior brother of the three fairy sisters is known for his loyalty. He’s planning to help his good friend Shen Gong negotiate with their master for a chance. If the talks go well, fine; if not, and a bloody battle breaks out, do you think we’ll still have a way out?”

Shen Gong? Shen Gong Bao? And the three fairy sisters—one with golden scissors, another with a golden cauldron, and the golden ladle? Could they be the legendary figures?

The Prince of An was speechless. After a long pause, feeling somewhat defeated, he said, “Forget it, let’s rest early.” He returned to his seat at the table.

Although he had not been in the capital recently, he was fully aware of everything happening there.

At that moment, an elder who had been signaled by another elder was passionately voicing his opinion, completely unaware that he was being used as a pawn. But after all, it was like Zhou Yu striking Huang Gai—one willing to strike, the other willing to be struck. No one could interfere.

That kind of courage and tolerance was enough to inspire deep respect and awe among the ministers.

His mind burned with anger, but from years of acquaintance, he knew deeply that she was not deliberately provoking; she truly believed what she said.

I slowly walked beneath the tree, only to be startled as if time itself had twisted and jolted my mind.

Yu Zhen was never such a meek person before. Could he truly have become so timid out of shame? Xia Musheng was frustrated to see this version of Yu Zhen and thought, why bother?

When the last two words escaped from Su Mu’s mouth, their figures soared like celestial beings, gliding up the steep mountain path to the side.

Ji You, with a dark expression, pulled out a slightly oversized woven box from behind and tossed it in front of the two men with a sour look. As if shaken, the box emitted a familiar meowing sound.

“Wan Ji Luo isn’t good at fighting and only has cultivation at the peak of the Transformation Sovereign stage. Controlling him is easy for a Soul Master,” Yu Ling added.

If this were his former company, a candidate like that probably wouldn’t even pass the first interview.

“Oh my goodness!” The weapon’s breath caught. No wonder the excavator insisted on staying submerged in the spring water.

With a slight push, she opened the door. In the dim light, Mo Jingyuan sat at the piano, dressed in a black suit, smiling gently at her as his fingers played one note after another.

“I said, spirit stones aren’t a problem. I can transfer you a one-million deposit right now. You help me find the medicinal herbs.”

Mo Qianning, who always got whatever she wanted and whose elder brother would always comply, felt Blue Yuchen’s anger for the first time.

“Are you still planning to use that robot to start a rebellion?” Dr. Gelman asked calmly.

The audience felt that fate was terribly unfair—how could there be such a vast difference between two invisible entities?

Before anyone could react, the King’s Authority struck with a single punch, sending the opponent flying.

Throughout the journey, Shen Huo worried I was angry with her, but I wasn’t. That fairy, after arriving home, still seduced me. Just as I was about to strike, she smugly told me her period had started.

So, has the debate show really faded away? Is there truly no way to revive the glory of debate competitions?

Xia Xuan glared angrily at Xiao Han and dared not confront him head-on. He sidestepped, but Xiao Han’s kick struck the door of a police car and actually tore it off.

Feeling the Baibei clone safe within the pet space, Xian Cun finally breathed a sigh of relief. The sudden attack by the fierce beast had terrified him, but fortunately, it ended without harm.

She certainly knew that Jin Feng wouldn’t believe the things Ling Chen said. Jin Feng never told such irrelevant stories so vividly; it must have been Ling Chen’s direct recounting to him.