Chapter 119: This Time I Want to Split It!

Cao Sheng took Chang Qingshu on a tour of the Old Street. At first, Chang Qingshu examined the storefronts and goods with keen interest; for him, a first-time visitor, the Old Street was steeped in antique charm, filled with novel trinkets and distinct character.

But once the novelty wore off, he lost the desire to continue strolling. He wanted to quickly find a suitable place to discuss matters, urge Cao Sheng to keep writing "I Wish to Become an Immortal," and inquire about Cao Sheng's new book.

So, not long after, he said:

Lu Qiqi picked up the thermos and went downstairs to fill it with water. By the time she returned, everyone was already seated in their places.

As soon as I took out my phone, the image on the screen gradually expanded into a projection. Seeing the two characters "Jiu'an," the smile suddenly vanished from Fang Monian's face.

In winter, Gu Yong, the Governor of Yulin, attracted over a hundred thousand Wubu people to surrender through kindness and trust; all were incorporated into the state, received official hats and sashes, and seven new counties were established.

Bo Ning simply could not imagine that her third brother's possessiveness was so extreme that he still chose conservative clothing. Although it wasn't terribly excessive, to her, it already felt like too much.

This ghost general was half a head taller than Beifeng Yang, a burly man with a curly beard, eyes containing double pupils, and a handsome face; he bore a striking resemblance to Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, as he appeared in his memory.

As for the fiscal appropriation, Xiang Donglin had also inquired, but since his unit did not qualify as a state welfare organization, he could not enjoy such treatment; the fact that the state had not levied taxes on him was already very good.

Moreover, he knew clearly that the more calm Wu Jun appeared, the more intense the anger burning in his heart.

A man named Miuji from Bo submitted a memorial requesting a temple to Taiyi. The Fangshi stated that among the heavenly gods, the most noble is Taiyi, and Taiyi's assistants are the Five Emperors. Thus, the Son of Heaven established a Taiyi temple in the southeastern suburbs of Chang'an.

Chu Luo'er looked at the water steaming slightly and thought resentfully. But she immediately cast aside that thought, feeling that the butler could not be made the scapegoat.

Ximen Duo of the Cold Sword Sect controlled a flying sword, making it leap up, down, left, and right, every strike targeting the vital points of that noble scion.

Yet Medicine Old did not relax. Although Peng Hu's life was now hanging by a thread, the most critical moment had arrived. Peng Hu's meridians were completely shattered; if no method was devised, he would spend the rest of his life as a cripple, possessing a Jin Dan but lacking true Qi.

After all, this matter could not be concealed from external organizations. Even if they could not enter now, there were still many spies among the common people within the Huaxia nation, and the Dragon Group could not possibly eliminate them all.

Qian Xinjun very much wanted to slap himself a few times, but he held back. After all, the incident had already occurred, and now pursuing whose responsibility it was would be of no use.

"Young Master, why don't we leave?" said the dead fat man, for whom every minute spent here felt like an eternity. He covered his fat face with one hand as he spoke.

"Is it because you rejected him?" Old Ghost frowned. He was straightforward, and now his tightly furrowed brows could not relax.

Although he was utterly defeated by Lu Qingyu's single move, Heavenly Fire, if Lu Qingyu could not dodge the barrage of fireballs, the outcome would at most be a draw where both sides suffered heavy losses.

Everything was clear. The one who truly wanted to kill Chu Tianxiong was He Yugui; perhaps he knew too much.

Ye Yu knew deeply that the Heavenly Demon Seven Steps he cultivated was a beast-commanding technique that required no external aid to fly. Now, beginning to cultivate the Green Yang Sword Art for sword flight, a knot formed in his heart, and he looked down at Cong Liuqi in confusion.

At this moment, Lin Tian stood nearby, daring not to speak. Although the Immortal Mansion consciousness had not spoken, its aura was extremely turbulent, as if recalling something troubling.

He was, after all, a ruthless man who had once dared to enter the Yang Path alone for a mere bit of silver. He gritted his teeth and nodded.

The bidding continued. The dignified man remained expressionless, while the two old men had already grown anxious. Every bid required a long wait. Everyone watched the bidding war in silence. Even though I did not fully grasp the magnitude of twenty million spirit coins, the number twenty million itself made my heart tremble with fear.