Chapter 1090: Holding the Emperor Hostage

"Four Liu Yuhua… what do we do?"

Mo Hua's mind raced.

If it were only Mr. Tu, he could have used this extended time to exploit his knowledge of Mr. Tu, to leverage Mr. Tu's loyalty to the 'Lord of Da Huang,' to take advantage of Mr. Tu's confusion, and add a touch of Dao Heart Seed Demon to 'deceive' him.

But now three more Liu Yuhua have arrived.

A traitor of the Shang family, a former powerful elder, a corpse demon who raises golden corpses in Yin Shi Valley, one—

Only on sleepless nights, leaning by the window listening to rain, letting thoughts scatter with the endless silken drizzle, using this vast wind and rain to fill the hollow, unanchored spirit, passing the lonely, unbearable journey sorrow.

1. Use wall charts to introduce children to the name of the spring-blooming flower, inspiring them to articulate its meaning.

Mai Zi never imagined Ye Zifan had made so many sacrifices for the residents of the old district. He had once raged at him, calling him a heartless, unscrupulous real estate tycoon. Now, recalling his harsh words, Mai Zi felt overwhelming guilt.

Xian Qian trained daily like a city defense inspector, learning to handle city defense affairs, all to qualify sooner for the position of Mayor of Sha Huang City.

Guan Shanshan wanted to say more, but seeing Mai Zi's firm expression, she swallowed the words on her lips.

This high-intensity training lasted seven days, plus the previous four, totaling eleven days.

Ling Yunru feared others would think her too noisy, so she sat in a corner and quietly ate her fruit.

Yet when Zheng Quan revealed his full strength without reservation, He Miao, Zhang Ru, and the other survivors were utterly stunned.

Ye Zifan's face was dark with gloom; even the slow-witted Mai Zi sensed his anger. Even Ma Bao sensed it, and for the first time ever, did not demand that Ye Zifan feed him. He quietly picked up his chopsticks and ate, making not a single sound.

Correct, because they all held their positions only after enduring constant challenges from cultivators across the entire Shen Yuan Realm.

Feng Wuchen grinned, then introduced Jun Mo to the three youths sipping wine and watching dance performances.

Chang Xi was wrapping his wounds with clean cotton cloth, tears streaming down again; when treating the wounds, Fang Yi had made not a single sound, his entire body drenched in cold sweat, soaking through the bedding—clearly the pain was extraordinary.

"Naturally—it's from a Level Four Yuan Beast, so of course it's powerful." Wu Chuang's expression was smug; he then took out the Ten Thousand Beasts Sack and sealed the Golden Earth Fire Dragon inside.

Peach Blossom Spring—a paradise within paradise—serene and tranquil, utterly opposite to the peril-filled outside world.

Although artificial gengjin is indeed very hard, repeated strikes from thick iron cavalry spears would inevitably deform and eventually destroy it; many pilots' mecha limbs suffered no major damage, but their cockpits were pierced open, and the pilots inside were easily killed.

The hotel's exterior was beautifully decorated, and the interior furnishings were extravagantly lavish—ceiling decorations and table arrangements were all meticulously done, making one feel upon entering that they had stepped into a grand luxury hotel, yet this was merely a mid-range hot pot restaurant.

Zhuo Junlin frowned at the fiery, righteous man, feeling a touch of awe; the Yang Kingdom's troops, however, had fled just before the battle's end. Zhuo Junlin had no interest in chasing them, ignored them, and simply beat the drum to recall his troops, welcoming back the victorious soldiers.

Wu Di arrived on the first floor, looked up, and saw the guard room's door slightly ajar. He strolled in and inside, found the guard room unchanged from before.

Native cultivators, however, are different—their power's nature aligns with the cultivation world, so even when their strength surpasses the former ascension threshold, they still continue to grow stronger; this is precisely what confuses many powerful figures.

Three tornadoes resembled giant claws; as they shredded Dao Chihan's insects, they also widened the cave, and the crack above grew larger, rolling heat surging downward.