Chapter 34

Meanwhile, Zhang Zhe had just dropped Liu Xiang off at his rental property. Since it was only a minute or two away, the two stood downstairs chatting for a while.

Bai Jiang, having had his inner thoughts exposed by Hu Zhao, felt a bit embarrassed. There was little to do during the New Year, and since Bai Jiang had foresightedly delegated all matters, he now had a significant window of time to catch his breath.

When he first arrived here, Qin Wujiu was still somewhat bewildered. He had expected the residence granted by the Emperor of Chu to be a modest home, not the grand mansion it turned out to be.

Those words just now carried deep implications; they were meant to assert sovereignty, born of a fear that he might harbor "crooked" thoughts, suspecting that Ling Yixue was not his biological daughter.

"Haha! Isn't she the one you dote on most? I am determined to ruin her, and what can you do about it? You, the insufferable young master of the Duan family?"

Bai Jiang had no mood to concern himself with these local village townships; he was desperate to know Cao Cao's current intentions and the status of Taishi Ci.

During the Yellow Turban Rebellion, it was not as if they had never killed imperial officials, nor were instances of killing petty bureaucrats or village heads rare, but back then, they had the Yellow Turban Army as a shield.

However, no one picked up on her words, and they all looked at her with confusion. In that brief moment, Ling Yue had already observed everyone she intended to study.

She had lied. In her dream just now, she seemed to have become the real Shen Yijia, reliving everything she had experienced.

He finally understood now; regardless of the reason, this young man had come specifically to stir up trouble.

He had not seen Jingjing for some time and missed her dearly. Moreover, the Gu Family Mystic Realm was something Jingjing was focused on, and Xia Qi needed to stay updated on recent developments through her.

Hearing the doctor's words, Tianzhuo felt helpless and could only say, "Doctor, my name is Lu Tianzhuo. If you need anything, you can call me directly!" He then handed him his business card.

Madam Lu stared at the head of the Lu family with an inscrutable expression, the letter clutched in her hand, unopened.

The Orchid Pavilion Gathering for the Shangsi Festival lasted a full three hours before the guests dispersed, satisfied. The leaders and their entourages returned to the city, while Ye Fan's family remained in Qichun Garden, planning to admire the stars at Huaxi that evening.

Ye Qianfeng was disappointed this time. The once perilous Panlong Hall, after being scavenged by hundreds of waves of cultivators, had become as peaceful as a morning sun; not only was there no danger, but not even a hair was left behind.

Amidst the sound of thunder, ten thousand rays of colorful light erupted. Giant white lightning bolts blanketed the sky, each carrying a terrifying, extreme power. Let alone Ye Qianfeng’s current primordial spirit, even a Heaven Martial Realm cultivator would likely be pulverized into dust in an instant.

The Xiao family's personal guards and attendants immediately surrounded the Pillar of State's mansion with a murderous aura, forbidding anyone from leaving or entering.

"Yunu, be quiet," Ji Fu said, pulling Yunu aside. Ji Fu knew exactly how fierce Li Jiuyang was. There hadn't been a single sound from the entire villa last night; clearly, nothing untoward had happened.

The hearts of the crowd, which had been in their throats, finally settled back into their stomachs. When they first heard Tianzhuo's tone, they thought something had happened to Young Master Ma, but now, upon hearing the news, they all cheered.

After speaking a few words, Ya'er rose and headed to the corner building where the Xingmin Party held its office. The task she had assigned them should have been completed by now, so she went to follow up. Just after Ya'er left, Black Star arrived. Having been severely wounded the day before, he had taken the healing medicine given by Long Yu, and his injuries had healed almost instantly.

Ye Tian knew that Jin was referring to the broken divine artifacts left behind from the War of Gods and Demons, which were buried deep within the earth of the Demon God Abyss.

"Yes, yes, I understand, Sister Meilan." After listening to Zhang Meilan's analysis, Pei Xiuxiu fully agreed.

Time flowed slowly; the sun set and the moon rose, and night fell. Gu Li had just finished washing up and lay down when she heard voices coming from the doorway.

To this day, many years later, people still talk about that natural disaster with relish, believing that it was that great catastrophe which caused the widespread flooding across the world.

Moreover, fundamentally, Fang Yan and Fang Miaoxue had been invited to the Hua family by her, and even if she were cast out, she did not want to live with the guilt for the rest of her life.

In fact, during the four-and-a-half-month "Starvation Campaign," the Japanese invaders had indeed suffered heavy losses due to poor maritime transport.

The sisters went over to check the contents of the basket, which contained exactly what they needed: grain, flour, vegetable oil, meat, chicken eggs, duck eggs, vegetables, salt, and some seasonings.

"Don't come in, I'll come over." He shakily stepped out of the bathtub, cautiously extending a claw from the crack in the door.

Kuroki Shizumi smiled mysteriously, took Nitta Eri out of Fuji TV, and drove to a video store.

"You go wait outside the forest; we will follow shortly!" Lu Qingyu stood there, not turning back, only faintly revealing his back to Zhu Qingyi.

Sometimes people fall into a pit and cannot get out, so they comfort themselves this way, hoping that one day, they will succeed.

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. They had heard of Drunken Fist, but what on earth was "Drunken Tai Chi"? It was the first time they had ever heard of it.

"Leave it to me." Li squeezed in. His Zhongshan suit was folded, the buttons undone, the lapels half-open, looking incredibly lazy.

People are different. Helian Qingcheng gestured, then glanced at Di Beibei and Xuan Hai standing behind the divine doctor Ge, asking him with some surprise who they were.

In the next moment, Helian Nuo truly thought he had been liberated, for he had returned to a familiar place. There stood an incredibly massive tree with jade-colored flowers blooming on its branches. Countless butterflies danced around the blossoms, and the fragrance in the air drifted past his nose with the breeze, refreshing his spirit.

As soon as he entered the school gate, many people pretended to glance at Dong Zhuo nonchalantly; some even couldn't help but look back after passing by. Several times, I shot daggers with my eyes, and only then did they sheepishly look away. My own trivial vanity was greatly satisfied.

With a million-fold conflict, I still called Diao Chen. He had just returned to work after recovering from his injuries and was swamped, yet he could chat with me while answering others fluently. The key was that his thoughts and speech were incredibly clear; he could shuttle between two completely unrelated matters with ease, which was simply heaven-defyingly powerful.

"I'm really fine, just tired from running around these past two days. What about you?" Chu Tianxiong insisted on changing the subject. It wasn't just to escape the awkward situation; he truly cared for her and missed her. It was less about concern and more about longing, especially now.