Volume 1, Chapter 23: Serving Pei Jing Together

Following this underground current was his only option at the moment. Each step on the riverbank's pebbles produced a faint crunch, echoing through the vast subterranean world as if the realm itself resented this uninvited guest.

“Mr. Yang is right!” Liu Xin nodded with a smile, supporting Yang Ku’s suggestion. After all, the Xia Kingdom’s demand for land taxes had significantly diminished. Even if the agricultural taxes in Beihai were abolished, it would not affect the kingdom’s control there.

“I think your smile suits you; don’t keep such a stern face all the time,” Bai Linglong teased, blinking her lively eyes playfully.

When Wang Ze came to Nancheng before, he had heard rumors that Chen Xu was a devout follower of the Buddhist sect. However, since Chen Xu was held hostage in Chang’an at the time, it hadn’t drawn much attention.

With his dantian destroyed and his peak transformation cultivation dissipated, Wang Jinyong, once the proud leader of the Erlong faction and a man of great power in the Brother’s Society, now looked utterly desolate.

After the caravan departed, the wilderness returned to silence, engulfed in darkness. The fierce battle just moments before seemed to have left no trace.

This toll station resembled the highway toll booths of a past life, yet identity cards were checked upon entering the city instead.

He sent multiple teleportation requests to Master Zhu, but all went unanswered—neither accepted nor rejected—deepening his unease.

Outside the gorge, the sky suddenly tore open, revealing a massive portal in the void. From it, colossal crimson beasts surged forth.

Jiang Taixuan exclaimed thrice in admiration, snatched the rare Blood-Activating Nourishing Pattern Pill, and swiftly retreated back into the secret chamber.

There was no other way. My grandfather was the hardest to deal with—softly coaxing until he wore you down. I wonder if that’s how my grandmother was won over. Just as I thought, when I handed the basin to him, Grandfather immediately ignored me.

Chen Yijian’s spear darted forward like a venomous serpent, and in an instant, more than a dozen trophies were seized.

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When Xu Yuanzuo returned, he brought with him not only five promissory notes awaiting signatures but also Luo Zhenquan.

Although Sali’s legs were controlled by the earth puppet, he remained calm. Having just fought the puppet, he knew one puppet alone was no match for him.

A shadow flashed as Ajiu quickly departed. Needless to say, the safety of the Wang family now rested on his shoulders. Wang Yibing had long made arrangements, and ever since Ajiu came under his wing, his ambitions had swelled. He intended to accomplish grand and thunderous deeds.

If for home use, cast iron pipes would offer him comfort—after all, the wealthy demand the best! But considering the city’s overall renovation and upgrading, cost became a crucial factor. Some even proposed bamboo or open trenches. Xu Yuanzuo ultimately compromised, choosing ceramic pipes.

“This place? The cliff face is too steep. Climbing down is too dangerous,” Robert examined the cliff edge, shaking his head.

“Tch, clothes made by them aren’t for me. After all, I’m the heir to the Protectorate Marquis. I won’t wear anything less than master-crafted,” Ding Kui put on a lofty air.

“Don’t cry—crying doesn’t look good,” Zhao Zhu smiled, handing over a tissue.

“Laocheng, come here,” Chen Ming called out outside his office, thinking of instructing Lao Cheng to gather some information tomorrow.

Suddenly, all eyes turned to her. Nangong Luojing felt a twinge of unease. She knew the Southern King’s intention—to publicly expose her identity and make her have no standing in the Wei Kingdom.

Having spoken so much in one breath, Fei’er felt like applauding herself. She now spoke without pause, her words flowing melodiously. She swallowed and gestured for the servants to bring out the Grand Tutor’s chair, sitting down firmly as if refusing to relent.

“Boss, he repeatedly picks fights with you for no reason. Why do you defend such a person?” Wanguo Peng asked, genuinely puzzled.

Perhaps because Yishui Han’s previous response satisfied the netizens, the following questions became more gentle.

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The conversation ended as abruptly as it began. Both parties understood clearly; after some polite exchanges, they hung up contentedly.

“Brother Wang~~~ did His Majesty say anything to you last night?” Feng Yeyu approached Feng Yichen with an obedient, pleading look in her beautiful eyes.

Yan Jun’s tense nerves eased slightly as he lowered his gaze to the teacup in his hands. “Among all my hardships, Manager Chen’s temper hardly counts as a difficulty,” he said.

However, the divine man now ignited the radiance within himself, a red halo glowing around his body.

Yan Jun sensed that a long stay meant trouble, but with the limited view from the window, he couldn’t see the full scene outside. At that moment, stepping onto a crate and exiting the carriage, he discovered the road blocked by rocks.

As soon as it was taken out, Mo Biqi’s eyes lit up. Yes, this was her favorite shade of blue—like the sky itself, deep and elegant, clear yet profound.

Time dragged on. The fat man counted seconds anxiously, finally reaching dinner time. He planned to eat quickly and return to his room, but fate had other plans. After three quiet days, Luo Sheng finally responded.

“At our level, unless we fight to the death and never retreat, catching us would be a colossal joke!” Thunder God laughed heartily.

This is the Hundred-Stealing Heart Scripture—the clan’s treasured secret technique. Even with the Heart Scripture Formation aiding, how could they not know how much time it would take!?