Chapter 40

The God of Heavenly Secrets had made ample preparations and had considered many possible sudden accidents and unforeseen changes.

As soon as the question was asked, all the bishops of the various sects, including Wan Jie, instinctively turned toward Guang Feng with curiosity.

Luo Yu Ning then explained that she had a cleanliness obsession and especially disliked people drenched in sweat coming near her. She simply could not control herself from kicking them. Li Tong had witnessed it with her own eyes, which was why she had become so agitated.

Li Xiang thanked everyone once again, then continued calling out to the viewers, urging them to claim the benefits quickly so they could move on to the next item.

Li Ke looked at Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang, and Yuchi Baolin, thumping his chest as he spoke with bold confidence.

A fervent light appeared in Old Qiao’s eyes. This was the outcome he had been hoping for. It seemed he had been waiting all along for Zhu Xiaohua to do exactly this.

The two people from before stared incredulously at the two black tigers, and their cries of astonishment caused a large number of people to turn and look.

Although the game box had been updated, not many people opened it. The main reason was that there was nothing particularly appealing inside, compounded by revelations from insiders.

There were not many ghosts here. Aside from the hanging ghost, there was another ghost sleeping in the supermarket, one that looked extremely powerful.

It was spewing flames while grumbling furiously, but then it suddenly realized something and could not help sneering inwardly.

Gong Dequan said, “The dog-meat hotpot last night was a little too heating. How about we eat something lighter today? What do you think? However, I won’t have time to stay here after the meal. I need to hurry back; there are still plenty of matters to deal with at the company.”

Thus, before long, the news that Fatty Sanjin had spent two hundred thousand taels on a carved wooden box spread far and wide. Naturally, Su Zaiyun heard about it as well.

She drew a deep breath. She knew this was her final chance. Whether she could uncover the secret of this hotel would be decided by what happened next.

At that moment, Jessica arrived carrying a thick stack of documents. “Sir, these are the detailed arrangements for security.” As she spoke, she pulled out several sheets and handed them to Zhao Yue.

What Cao Liliang had never expected was that Lu Chen would actually be able to contend with the leader through sheer force of presence alone.

Although the Snake Marquis had been defeated, he was ultimately still the prince of the Northern Frontier, and the strength of the Northern Frontier posed an enormous threat to Xiao Hua.

How vicious. Chen Changsheng was truly ruthless. He was not merely forcing the Four Sects, Twenty-Eight Schools, and Pudu Temple to turn against one another. He was forcing cultivators throughout the world to become enemies of Pudu Temple. Otherwise, if all the disciples abandoned the Dao and followed Buddhism, who would inherit the traditions passed down by their ancestors?

“Divine General Puppets.” Li Mu stopped a thousand yards from the transparent barrier, which radiated fluctuations of a lower god’s will. His eyes swept over it slightly, and he immediately determined that the red-armored warriors were neither members of the divine race nor humans, but puppets of the Divine General rank.

The man wore an extremely aggrieved expression, but when it was paired with that beautiful, almost demonic face of his, the result looked bizarre no matter how one saw it.

“No. I like you.” Leng Ao stroked her forehead with his right hand, then bent down and kissed her lightly as he spoke in a low voice.

Ye Ning understood that Xia Xiaoxiao was about to awaken. No longer bothering with Ye Qin, who sat in awkward silence, she went inside herself. Xiaoxiao had only just woken and would surely need her there.

Looking at him, Jian Wei suddenly felt as though the scene had changed. She seemed to be observing everyone present from a transcendent vantage point: the envoy’s absurdity and ridiculousness, the empress’s profound schemes, the beauty and lowliness of the consorts, the open and covert struggles among the various nations—and, most glaring of all, Wanyan Yong’s intimate beauty.

“Thank you.” He had never said those words before, but for her, he had truly made an exception. Two drops of the Power of Ten Sources—she really thought highly of his injured body. She had attacked his soul directly, shattering his cultivation. For the sake of the Heavenly Realm, she truly would stop at nothing. A cold, bloodthirsty chill flashed through his violet eyes.

“How could this be? How could this be?” Xu Ziqian felt a wave of dizziness. Then, upon suddenly seeing Qian Hongying before him, a surge of fury shot through his heart, and he struck her across the face with a loud slap.

The Jingluo River could not truly be considered a river in the strictest sense. It originated from the boundary river of the Heavenly Realm but flowed only toward the palace. It wound around the imperial palace in several twisting bends, while the streams within the palace all branched from the Jingluo River, each forming its own source before splitting off again. Since the scenery along its course lay within the palace, it was indescribably beautiful.

Her limpid eyes flickered slyly. She had already calculated everything. If she were somewhere else, she truly would have found it difficult to act.

After saying this, she looked at him calmly. He studied her in turn, as though judging how much truth her words contained.

Jian Wei waited for a while. All she heard was the sound of a long blade sinking into wood. Slowly, she opened her eyes, only to see such a strange and eerie scene.

Sure enough, after Tang Ping made his position clear, several of the nobles present followed suit, declaring their willingness to bring glory to the Radiant Kingdom.

Kaguya Shinomiya and Mai Sakurajima had never been to Donghuang. To them, as long as they did not have to return to that familiar place in Dongying, anywhere would do.

“Eric, we are not enemies.” Ajak used the same line of reasoning, but in the face of reality, those words appeared even paler and more powerless.

Kim Minjeong was unhappy. How could Jimin unnie say it so directly? Did she have no shame at all?

But a year had passed, and Jiaojiao should have grown up by now. Relying on his memories of her, he gradually drew a portrait of the grown-up Jiaojiao.