Chapter 49: The Proprietor of the Nine-Hour Ruins

True Immortal Huanling, who had been overwhelmingly domineering just a moment ago, dropped to his knees in sheer terror upon seeing this middle-aged man, acting as utterly cowardly as a sniveling coward.

However, similarly, my bottom line was not about taxes; in fact, I had no bottom line at all. I simply wanted to lay eyes on his legendary orc "slave."

At this moment, the seats around me were entirely empty. Nearly all the students had climbed onto the arena stages to engage in grueling battles with their opponents.

The next day, the scouts sent out for reconnaissance returned. After informing me that there were no hostile tribal soldiers gathering in those regions, I decided to lead the main force toward Razor Hill. At the same time, I left Garithos behind along with one-fifth of the army—amounting to roughly forty thousand infantrymen—to garrison the area.

Meng Hu could not help but reach out to gently cup Zhao Qinghan's pretty face, his eyes already suffused with a deep and tender pity.

Because many tall vegetation types like coconut trees on the island obstructed our vision, I ultimately decided to use fire to cleanse the place. Whenever I burned the nearby bushes, I could consistently uncover numerous trolls hiding in the vicinity.

What baffled everyone, however, was that no matter whether they sought out the newspaper's chief editor or the manager of the printing house surnamed Jin, all of them denied being the boss. Yet, they refused to reveal the identity of the true mastermind. Consequently, while the merchants grew secretly anxious, they could only conduct their own private investigations.

Suddenly, he lost his balance, and his inner qi could no longer circulate freely. The fluid, cloud-flowing moves he struck could not be unleashed; instead, his internal breath and vital essence counter-attacked into his body. A suffocating nausea rose in his chest, and an excruciating pain racked his entire frame, yet he was completely incapable of perceiving any of it.

"How are we supposed to investigate this?" Tang Zhigang had not expected that a casual remark from Zhu Siqi would make He Chang'an so excited.

In fact, ever since Roy mastered the Battle Sacred Law, the aura of the Battle Sacred Law's Wind God Descent had been constantly nurturing this magic sword, while Roy's vital blood nourished it as well. If another millennium passed, the magic sword, Sorrow of Blood, would definitely advance further, transforming into a mid-grade holy artifact with the exact same might as the Spear of War.

As for Liu Kailai, because he was a public figure and rather special, frequently traveling all over the country, his interactions with the other two had diminished considerably.

Forget it. Since things had come to this, there was no need to wait until Zhang Yang accepted my fifty tribes to admit defeat; it would merely be a waste of money.

As a warrior of the Post-Natal realm, he was actually like a mere ant in the hands of this young man, utterly devoid of even the slightest chance to struggle.

Wu Xie could also tell that this He Lian hated being provoked; people with such an overwhelmingly strong sense of justice were all cut from the same cloth.

By the time he arrived at Hanzhong, the Hexi army had already conquered Mianyang, Chenggu, and Nanzheng, leaving only Yangping Pass isolated and without aid.

"Let's not talk about anything else, go back and take a look first. If you feel our Liushanwa isn't as good as this place, you can always come back." Hu Dade said straight out, patting his chest.

Tianqi Qin had also figured out that the other party seemed to be some sort of Daoist from the Mao family, and moreover, had mistaken him for a zombie.

After all, the way Tianqi Qin looked at Zhao Fei would more or less make people feel a bit ambiguous, which inevitably aroused suspicion in the minds of the three: Could the boss really be into playing with chrysanthemums?

"Damn it, if anything happens, I'll have my family provide for all of your families. Prepare to parachute!" Gao Zhengxing had also thrown caution to the wind.

"Wouldn't it be even better if they did that? Most of them aren't even citizens of the Tang State, yet they come here to rob and pillage ordinary civilians. Tell me, what does that make them? If the officials find out, what do you think they'll do?"

"The two of us will head to the front courtyard right now. We ask that my lady not overwork herself." Green Wei looked at Lü Xiang'er with a hint of worry before she and Green Xiu exited the main chamber. Watching the two maidservants leave, Lü Xiang'er turned to Green Cloud to ask about the course of events.

"Then how should we persuade Auntie to go to the capital?" Morning Glow did not want the atmosphere to be too oppressive, so she shifted the topic to the most difficult problem at hand.

It was just that after listening to Pete's introduction, Song Cheng suddenly let out a chuckle and cast several extra glances at Pete, as if trying to confirm something. Just when Pete felt good about himself and wanted to further friendly communications with Song Cheng, Song Cheng finally spoke.

Chuxiu could not imagine how Shen Yu had managed to traverse the distance from Fangzhou to Jingzhou—which took at least nearly two months to walk—in just a single month. Did he not sleep or rest? Even with the Yun family's secret guards making arrangements along the way, she feared he must have suffered a great deal of hardship.

"We have no wish to harbor grudges against the Leizhen Sect; it's simply that Young Master Lei drank too much at my place, which led to such a farce. Am I right, Young Master Lei? The chicken has been slaughtered to warn the monkeys, and I suppose it would be best if we kept to our own waters in the future without interfering with each other." Chen Langya lowered his head and said, looking at Lei Gang.

However, she suddenly frowned, using her palms to forcefully push against his chest to shove him away. This sudden movement caught Ji Wuchen completely off guard. He furrowed his brows and looked up to see that Xuexue had already collapsed beside the soft couch, retching dryly.

He scrambled up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, climbed back into the car, and started the engine to drive forward.

"As the saying goes, do not flaunt your wealth, and she committed a grave taboo." Anyone who came into money like that was bound to show it off ostentatiously.

Himiko lived deep within the inner palace, utilizing her younger brother, Himisheng, to govern the country from the front stage. This only added to her air of mystery.

"Boss, how much is this dress?" Zhao Wanqing asked absentmindedly as she looked around her surroundings.

Merely being familiar with pharmacological theories and medicinal properties was not enough to formulate pill recipes; one's mind also had to possess a massive accumulation of pill recipes.

Ji Feng and the Elven King were allied with the skeletal remains of the primeval star beast, while the Dream God and the War God's true body were on the same side.

Since his injuries had completely healed, why did he still remain cooped up inside the Chen residence without stepping out even once? It was as if he were deliberately avoiding something, trying to downplay his own existence.