Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Concealed Map

Xiao Yong cupped his fists in salute and replied, "I am Emperor Xiao Yong. Instead of leaving, you two have come right before me. May I ask what business you have here?" Approaching him without a clear reason—though he was hardly afraid of the two—meant that certain things had to be clarified.

"Audience adjourned!" Xiao Mo said, sitting upon his throne. With the ongoing expansion of the realm, the etiquette of the Desolate State had grown increasingly strict. Initially, Xiao Mo had felt somewhat resistant to it, but over time, he had grown to enjoy it.

Emperor Wu of Li was likewise deeply curious about the cultivation methods of the Seeking Dao Sect, inquiring about them throughout their meeting, and Xiao Yong answered every question fully, without the slightest reservation. In the end, although the goal of persuading Xiao Yong to enter the fray had not been met, he returned home thoroughly satisfied, having gained an abundance of knowledge.

Instead of pressing the button down, Tian Shufen grabbed the phone while turning her head back, staring at the landline that seemed to be vibrating intensely from the ringing. In her heart, she already guessed that this call was from her second child, yet she hesitated. For a moment, she stood frozen on the spot, not knowing where to turn, her gaze growing profoundly bewildered.

The cultivator respectfully withdrew, ignoring even the sweat beading on his forehead, and passed down the order to rouse the fighting spirit of the entire troop.

A faint smile then touched the corners of his lips: Such a precious thing—should he keep it? But it was much too repulsive. Not keep it? He simply couldn't bear to part with it.

"Indeed, the powerhouses of this 'Nine Souls Clan' are likely beyond thousands of realms, yet this race harbors the intent to eliminate all enemies in this universe that stand against them," Flame Dragon said, sounding rather sorrowful.

Two sounds rang out simultaneously: the first was Anran crashing onto the butcher's head, followed immediately by Zhao Zhihao and Wang Zijun charging forward together, kicking the chests of the men the butcher had brought, sending them flying backward to crash onto the sofa.

Amon Koutaro frowned as he watched Juuzou Suzuya’s schizophrenic and neurotic reply, his expression turning even sterner as he lowered his voice.

If that were the case, it would explain why "Egashima" had not gone looking for Tsukisue all these years—the person had long since died. But why did the creature outside also go by the name Egashima? Could it be like in the West, where a name like Louis could reach the thirteenth?

Her heart was strung tight. Suspecting to some extent why the Empress felt so melancholy, she dared not speak another word, reducing herself to a sealed gourd as she walked with lowered brows and submissive eyes.

With an indescribable ache in his heart, Wei Mingjie no longer knew whether he should resent her, or rather, if he could even find a reason to do so—after all, avenging one's father was only natural. Yet the thought of his father languishing in prison made him despise her ruthlessness.

"You... you knew all along?" Lianwan turned pale with shock, never expecting that Lingxiao would also be aware of this matter. How on earth had he found out?

An atmosphere of sorrow permeated the Forbidden City, yet another discordant emotion continued to spread as well: terror.

After the introductions, Ye Yangtian intended to lead them to the seats of honor at the head, but Yun Jingchu shook her head in refusal, casually choosing a few empty seats in the middle to sit down.

The power of the Fire Luan was naturally formidable, and since she was not restricted by Cen Lu, her beam of light struck Qian Shuyu's barrier, causing it to tremble violently.

Bingqing got up and went to the outer alcove to wash up, and Hanyu and the others hurriedly followed, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

The host spoke a few customary opening remarks and then announced that the next challenger among the newcomers was Zhuang Shao. After stepping onto the stage and exchanging some pleasantries, the host asked Zhuang Shao whom he wished to challenge.

That person waited quietly in the room, picking up a teacup and taking a sip. Instantly, a slight frown creased his brow due to the sour astringency of the tea, and he set it aside, losing all desire to drink further.

Fortunately, the two of them knew their boundaries, and whatever foods were meant to be consumed were never proactively passed to Liangchen.

The once dust-filled land turned into a expanse of verdant green, and the turbid air seemed purified as well, growing noticeably fresher.

Knowing long ago of his peerless intelligence, she once again witnessed his flawless capability in handling matters seamlessly.

"Hah, how heartbreaking. After all, we once shared such a wonderful night," Crestin's voice suddenly rose a notch, landing precisely in the ears of Bai Ruoqi, who had turned her profile to listen.

Perhaps noticing her gaze, Mo Jingchuan glanced sideways, his deep, pitch-black eyes locking firmly onto her.

With Zhao Yun fleeing, the rest of the soldiers naturally lost their fighting spirit. Paying no heed to the commander's banner or slaying the enemy, they rushed to flee as well.

Tang Xinping took a sip, then slammed her fist heavily onto the table, startling Prince Xuan into thinking she was about to throw another fit.

"Don't tell me you don't know either, Big Jin? You really know how to play dumb, claiming you were just too drunk." Cao Shuigen nodded and waved his hands simultaneously.

Throughout Yunmeng City, no one had ever known the City Lord's name. He had never heard the name Xuan Zhan; it was only because he had calculated the true name of the Lord of Yunmeng City that he had grown terrified and feigned his death.

The reason Mingxuan said this was, in a way, to indirectly make Liangchen's physical condition public knowledge.

"Red Lotus, what are you up to again?" Amelia asked curiously, looking into the distance at the canine creature bustling around the entrance of the cave.

The burly man's crude language provoked a burst of uproarious laughter from the hundreds of guests present, shaming Mo Yuwen to the verge of fainting.

This body was far too weak. Every movement felt as though crooked bones were being forcibly straightened out; that kind of agony was something only those who had experienced it could truly understand.

"May I sit in this chair?" Ye Hao plopped down onto the Dragon Throne, looking down at the princes below as he asked in an unquestionable tone.

The one hundred servings of food per day that Dragon Three-Fat mentioned referred only to the baseline consumption. In reality, no matter how much stuff you fed her, she could calmly and leisurely eat it all. Such composure was simply awe-inspiring.

Seeing that her opponent refused to move, the horsetail whisk instantly transformed from illusory to tangible, sweeping through the space. A flash of sword rainbow appeared, and the long sword followed right behind the whisk, blooming with a thousand white lotus flowers as it seized the initiative to launch a wildly aggressive assault, seeming entirely unstoppable.

Twelve main ingredients taken from different animal body parts and a list of over a hundred traditional Chinese medicines appeared dazzlingly on the large screen. Not only were the audience dumbfounded, but the other chefs on the stage were left completely bewildered as well.

Unable to hold back, Kim Minseok let out a chuckle, noting with gratification that this time, it was not an older woman laughing.

The giant dragon wore a cunning smile and suddenly pushed out several massive magical beasts from behind its back, clearly having anticipated that Ye Hao would say such a thing.

If they knew that Ye Hao had beaten a peak Martial God to death with his bare hands, it was hard to tell whether they would still dare to act arrogant in front of him.