Chapter 1909: Consulting Grand Elder: Should I post one chapter now or three at 5 p.m.?

Consulting Grand Elder: Should I post one chapter now or three at 5 p. m.?

Yan Jun's bright eyes brimmed with trust; Chen Jingchu suddenly felt he would likely bear a heavy responsibility. He held his breath, gesturing for her to speak freely.

Sensing her boyfriend's deep affection, Gu Lin reached out to stroke Ye Feng's face, her lovely eyes revealing a glimmer of determination.

Her boots were bought from a peddler when she left the last village—sturdy, but at some point had grown soaked. Perhaps earlier that day, when she got off the carriage to retrieve Mo Jun chasing snowballs, she had run too far.

"Jiajia, go keep your Afeng company! Gu Lin and I have some important guests to speak with—we'll come back to you two soon! Ye Feng, don't eat too much, or I'll punish you!" Zhang Yu pushed Liu Jia beside Ye Feng, smiled at the two, then turned to prepare to leave with Gu Lin.

A figure turned in through another door; I knew it was Chu Wutian—no other man's voice was so flat yet piercing.

That spiritual artifact sash was indeed acquired by He Lian only after the Talent Competition ended; she did not fully understand its related artifact techniques, and the binding enchantment she had not yet fully mastered.

As they spoke, another thunderous boom echoed from outside, twice shaking Zhen Rong's heart into a frantic rhythm. Whether from fear making her legs tremble or the ground truly shaking, Zhen Rong hurriedly gripped the wall.

"Just to let her know her parents' deaths weren't merely an accident," Leng Ye said coolly.

One year had passed since the five-year pact; his bond with Wang Xian had not faded with time or distance, but grown deeper and more sincere.

The mist thinned; the sprawled figures along the riverbank became clearly visible. Wherever his gaze fell, there were only identical stains of blood and pitiful cries. The scene before him was too horrific to seem real. Yan Jun's mind went suddenly blank.

It had full confidence in Ye Tian's current strength—complete Spatial Dao allowed him to withdraw successfully from any crisis.

Now that he thought of it, Liu Shi understood propriety and knew the bigger picture; she managed the Jiang household with perfect order, far superior to Qiu Shi.

This meant that even if they lured Wu Dashao away from Yue Man Lou, there was still the even more formidable Shen Xiangmiao there—trying to completely topple Yue Man Lou would likely end in a basket of water.

"I'll take everyone for a stroll first; I'll go prepare the kitchen, and we can eat soon. Today's meal is early, so we can prepare the afternoon one," Shen Xiangmiao smiled.

The ticket price here was indeed steep; converted into 21st-century Earth RMB, it was roughly equivalent to five hundred thousand per ticket.

Two Senior Foundation Establishment experts had both been crippled—this was a slap in the face, filling him with rage, his face freezing to icy fury.

As soon as Lu Shuangshuang cried again, putting on a look of grievance and betrayal, Ah Liu would become the faithless Chen Shimei, having wasted twenty years of her youth and now wanting to abandon her.

Inside the elder's body, a black qi coiled—this was the cause of his weakness.

They returned, and until midnight, Qin Hao suddenly leapt from bed and left the villa.

Chen Yin's heart eased; he nearly exhaled a long breath of stale air, but felt that would be too obvious, so he held it in.

The city lord watched the two below, silent; his hand on his knee tapped his thigh lightly with the index finger, as if pondering, then spoke softly.

Liu Yanyan realized she had been tricked, but dared not speak out in anger. All were young; none liked being used, yet she felt like a fool.

With a muffled crash, Qin Dong Xue's right fist collided with a sudden purple-black misted fist appearing behind her.

At that moment, a miaomiao suddenly leapt from the tree and stepped onto the one-eyed man's head.

The third soul of the Three Yin Malevolent Spirit was an old man, his temples streaked white, his pitch-black eyes sunken deep into their sockets, narrowed to slits, his sagging face densely lined with wrinkles, his expression deeply sorrowful.

You Xian was utterly shocked, unable to believe that the combined strike of herself and the Liu Li Palace's mistress had been so easily blocked by this youth.

Senior Qian Keliang's expression shifted again; Zhang Long pushed his wheelchair to Su Nan's side, his gaze sharply piercing, seeking to see through Su Nan's inner thoughts.

Su Nan nodded without overthinking—after all, Murong Fei must have paid a heavy price for this set of artifacts; with the artifacts, Su Nan instantly gained confidence and his mood improved greatly.

At that very moment! A vulture dove down, streaking toward the cliff, pecking at the water below.

In fact, Da Dexiang had no branches outside, so they didn't need to deliver goods themselves; the caravan's entry into Da Ji City was not for delivery, but to let the elderly who had labored for the merchant house for years see its current achievements—and most importantly, to negotiate cooperation deals with major merchant houses.

"Fine, I'll wait until you close your eyes," said the Yun Qin Emperor, speaking in a voice both icy and majestic, then turned and walked out of the empty golden hall.

In the northwest, over a thousand li from Heishas Cheng, lay a stretch of wet grassland, where Li Longji's Tang army rested.

After Gu Yunjing's death, Xu Zhenyan's power within the military grew even greater, yet his reaction seemed most cold, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

Originally, he had planned to play both sides, pleasing everyone—but he never expected to face Yang Sixu, a ruthless man who slaughtered entire cities, and now he feared. The Tang army had reached the city walls; he had not surrendered—would the Tang truly annihilate the kingdom?

Every time she thought of it, Bai Li Yanqing sighed with relief, yet remained fiercely wary of the hidden hand.

After dinner, Yan Ruyu's reluctant demeanor thrilled the Yan family—she seemed unaware she had lost her usual assertiveness before Yu Tian, mainly because today's surprise had come too suddenly.

No one is born knowing how to write or tell stories; I'm glad my efforts have steadily helped me grow and improve in this area.

Hearing the cheers below, Tang Hao's face broke into a smile as he fought Bibi Dong.

These were the things Wang Feng couldn't understand, but he was certain the Controller's motive was likely to restore his spiritual energy—these were matters Wang Feng needed to investigate and scout; for now, everyone's priority was still to restore their strength.