Chapter 179: String and Woodwind Music, Song and Dance

In the private room of the Meijin Pavilion, the censer in the corner emitted a continuous fragrance. This was a specially crafted spice designed to invigorate the guests and put them in a pleasant mood.

Combined with the rich aroma of wine in the air and the lingering scent of cosmetics from the dancers who had just performed, it made one feel refreshed and relaxed.

Wen Yueqing was very fond of this scent. Unlike the familiar smell of her own room, this was much more intoxicating and alluring.

The two Zunyue brothers chatted idly about various matters while drinking.

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The Eighth Prince possessed his own fiefdom, and his current presence in the imperial capital was due to the upcoming eightieth birthday of the Emperor of the Fierce Martial Empire, an occasion that required all princes to return to the capital. Next to the imperial palace stood dedicated residential quarters designated for the returning princes and lords.

Everyone stared in utter astonishment as they watched Ye Xingchen fuse three types of beast flames, giving birth to an entirely new fire soul that left them completely dumbfounded.

However, prompted by Leng Jue's reminder, he too sensed that there was more to the story, and immediately expressed his intention to investigate the matter thoroughly.

"You..." Hu Wangda pointed at Wu Tian with a look of fury, yet for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

Fahuo Zhang never expected anyone to understand his words on the mere first hearing. Donning a pair of bizarre-looking shoes, he walked across the mountain range as if treading on flat ground.

Since her cultivation had not yet met the requirements for an inner sect disciple, she still had to visit the outer sect's Contribution Hall to collect her supplies.

"You accuse me of lacking virtue, as if you believe that all the millions of souls in Luoxia and every single virtuous citizen in this entire city are blind?" Changtian pressed forward with another stern interrogation.

Yet Xie Shiya would rather have gone without such resistance. Of course, the resistance itself was secondary; what mattered most was that his supposedly formidable wings had been shattered to the bone by Xiaoyong's fierce fists.

"Brother Tian, when the time comes, I want to give the President of the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce a thorough beating!" Shen Linglong clenched her fists and said.

"It is necessary after every battle. And if a military commander who has already been publicly executed is sent back onto the battlefield, you must know better than I do what kind of blow that deals to the morale of the Han army." The dark-haired man nodded.

Though she thought thus, as she pulled the pheasant back from the top of her head into her embrace, she felt little joy.

Although she indeed possessed formidable abilities, those capabilities were confined to her home province.

Seeing Ronghe Qing and the young man reach a consensus and begin chatting heedlessly as if no one else was around, Master Huang was so furious that smoke practically billowed from his seven orifices. Had there been any more hair left on his head, it probably would have blown apart on the spot.

Seeing their astonished expressions, Zhou Erhe was immensely proud. He crossed his legs and produced a cigar.

"Sister, do not be deceived by that Yun Ping. Since she knew of Consort Yu's intentions, there is no guarantee she did not meddle in the affair herself." Qingxun kindly reminded her.

As the position with the most gold and experience on the team, it would be strange if he weren't targeted by the opponents. Reasoning from this perspective, the Gangplank player had been keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings ever since the Baron fight began.

If she were to lay eyes on her biological parents, she would surely go berserk on the spot and freeze everything in sight.

Xiu Luoran was not merely an agent; she was also a surgeon well-versed in traditional Chinese medicine. The moment the pill entered her mouth, she recognized its medicinal efficacy.

This was Teacher Dachun's very first time using his second soul skill entirely for defense rather than offense.

Mor was merely a support. Although there were no flaws in his execution, with the main carries failing to match the tempo, he felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

Browsing Weibo only brought a sense of gloom. Yet not browsing it while caught in the epicenter made it impossible to quiet one's mind without knowing the situation.

At last, the second trial commenced, and Ye Chen, slowly descending onto the square, had unmistakably reached the cultivation level of a Two-Star Dou Wang.

Gu Ming, sitting opposite Murong Xue, gave an impression of uprightness. Standing 1.75 meters tall and around thirty-five years of age, he possessed a loyal and reliable countenance, which indeed matched his true character.

As my set of black chimes appeared, many of the soldiers at the execution ground actually trembled in sheer terror.