Volume 1, Chapter 60: Truly Has Some Substance

It was deep in the night when they entered the capital city of Jindu.

Passing through the heavily guarded city gates, the wide imperial avenue was brilliantly illuminated, with brightly armored imperial guards patrolling by at regular intervals.

"Eldest Miss." Mother Zhao had received word in advance and was already waiting. Seeing Cheng Xi, she immediately stepped forward to welcome her.

Cheng Xi leaped down from the carriage and turned back to wave goodbye to Li Zhian.

Seeing that Di Chen harbored no suspicions, Shangguan Ting'er heaved a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of her current haggard and delicate appearance, she wanted to make Di Chen feel even more pity for her, so she deliberately spoke in a coquettish tone.

Because both of them had just seen the location of the airdrop crate and the existence of a third player, if the two of them remained at a stalemate for too long, their sides would inevitably be exposed to the field of vision of that third party.

Not far away, Xia Hanyan and the disciples whose cultivation had reached the Ninth Heaven of the Mortal Shedding Realm were already surrounded impenetrably.

The middle-aged uncle had already turned his vehicle around and was just preparing to drive back when, on a sudden impulse, he glanced in the direction where Lin Qianmo had left.

The earthen-yellow armor covering the entire body of the ferocious beast instantly cracked, and two giant swords followed closely behind. With a shrill screech, the massive body of the beast crashed heavily to the ground, its head cleanly hacked off, and the screeches came to an abrupt halt.

"Why so reserved? You weren't like this yesterday." Bo Yanyue got up, walked over to the sofa on the side to sit down, and gestured for Luo Jiao to sit as well.

"It's finally done!" Luo Jiao poured the vermicelli into a bowl and happily turned around, intending to take it to the dining room to eat. However, the moment she turned, she caught sight of Ninth Master's ghostly pale face, and instantly her beauty drained of color in sheer terror, turning ashen white.

Aside from muttering, "His Sect Master is truly brilliant to have chosen to cooperate with the authorities," the several elders remained speechless for a long time.

"However, Madam seems to be on the flight returning to the Empire as well." Having said this, Yan Zhi immediately held his breath, terrified that Huo Jingxiao would fly into a rage.

"Qing'er, do not panic, I am quite alright!" With a pale face and chest stained with blood, Bing Yue'er waved her hand to put away the palace of void. She gasped heavily for breath and coughed up a few mouthfuls of fresh blood. Immediately following that, she fished out a few brilliantly glowing medicinal pills and swallowed them.

Harry and the others hurriedly argued in their own defense, with Harry even wrenching himself free from Filch's grip to shout his defense aloud to Lockhart and all the surrounding students.

On Yang Tianzan's face, apart from his mouth slightly opening and closing as he snored, and his flaring nostrils, there was complete tranquility.

Under the Shennong medical initiative alone, there were over three hundred renowned physicians. These three hundred people were able to arrive so quickly only because their hometowns were relatively close to the capital, or because they served directly as imperial physicians.

Yet even with such a winning odd supporting him, this eldest legitimate son of the Rong family did not show the slightest ripple of emotion.

"Alright. Stop making trouble out of nothing and chewing on those useless gossipers." Aunt Yue stopped her.

Originally, everyone's cultivation levels varied, some high and some low. But now, it was fine—they were all placed at the exact same starting line, and could only rely on talent and perseverance.

Chen Mohan stared in utter bewilderment at her mother's receding back. Having been hospitalized for treatment for two months, could she have been cured into a fool?

Upon seeing this scene, he was also struck with utter shock, which a moment later yielded to a posture of exhausted and powerless leaning against the seat, his eyes revealing a sense of powerless despair.

Sizhen's face was covered in sweat, and her clothes were half-damp. Jianning ordered someone to help her down to change her clothes, lest she catch a chill from the wind.

He discovered that every time he left, it was always in such a rush, and even in the eyes of others, it was like a baffling disappearance, leaving nothing behind at all.

Parking the car properly in the lot, Xu Jin stood in front of Durham Cathedral, looking at this building with its strong Norman style, hesitating slightly.

Everyone present was the Left Chancellor's most trusted confidant. At this moment, precisely when he was riding high on his success, after three rounds of drinks, he naturally spilled everything.