Chapter 170: The Dilemma of the Heavenly Emperor

Gu Shaoyu saw her gaze soften, his heart bloomed with joy, but he didn't want her to bear even a sliver of pressure, so he quickly changed the subject.

Lin Wanxia also found it surprising—Mr. K never appears in Department Thirteen, yet this Mr. Lu is so idle; he just finished the morning meeting yesterday, and today he's back in Department Thirteen flirting with Shuyin.

"Father, how can Feng Ze sink so low as to choose a sterile female? This brings shame upon our Fengshi Tribe—having such a male among us, who knows what other tribes will mock us for!" Feng Jing couldn't help licking his fangs in fury.

After all, how can one who dares not show his true face to himself be trusted by others?

Their combat strengths were nearly equal; Lu Zheng watched for two days but still couldn't determine who would ultimately prevail.

Beautiful days are intoxicating, but when Lu Zheng closed his eyes and saw the bloodline tree in his mind, he would snap back to awareness, realizing he shouldn't sink so deeply.

Xu Li's first assignment was to find Yin Jin'an and Li Yunmu; his original excitement and happiness were dampened.

How can one catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den? Since he'd tracked the man here, not going in to investigate would make this trip pointless.

Ji Dong spent the evening talking at length with his father; Ji Yixiong was extremely satisfied with his eldest son, whom he had cultivated.

The physical strength of beast-tribe cultivators at the same level far surpasses that of human cultivators—this was something Xu Yang only learned after arriving in the Spirit Realm.

Although Old Hou appears utterly withered, there's a saying: old ginger is the spiciest! So Old Hou cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

Feng Xiuxiu, however, was different—her sultry gaze slowly swept over that back figure, her lovely face betraying unmistakable complexity and strange emotion.

Liang Chen snorted, flicked his finger, and the cigarette butt shot upward, striking Li Muqing squarely on the face.

A night's exertion was a tremendous burden for Li Tai, and for the sedan bearers carrying him, it felt like draining their very lives.

Soon, both ceased their attacks—their fighting styles were similar, and their clash yielded no result; if their subordinates fought, it would be meaningless.

That night, after returning to his Wang Fu, Li Tai felt a deep sense of grievance, believing he had suffered great humiliation, and that the entire imperial clan had lost face.

The fat Chan master who sat motionless before the gate for barely half an hour yet claimed to have practiced meditation for over forty years could no longer support his gluttonous Maitreya body with mere withered branches; after walking a few steps, he discarded the withered staff Li Xingyun had gifted him as a crosier, his legs moving nimbly, unafraid of exposing his deception.

Niu Qiang had been sent by him to pick up Ye Xiu at the airport that day, and he often picked him up and dropped him off—seemingly a dedicated driver.

Both men looked grim—one clutching his fist, the other his abdomen—both injured. "We were defeated by sword qi—this kind of sword qi must come from at least an eighth-rank supreme expert."

Empress Su looked utterly exhausted, reclining sideways on her bedchamber's couch, rubbing her temples with thumb and forefinger.

At this moment, Su Yang watched the scene—the three factions appeared to be turning on each other internally; this was exactly what he had hoped for.

After all, even Ba Li Ji, who barely reached Bai Yuan's chest and looked no older than ten or so, eats so much—let alone the others.

But did this light truly find Yuan Ye's trail~? If not, then where did it go~?

Fahai felt a new elevation in his mind, causing his current cultivation level to subtly sense an impending breakthrough.

Just hearing about it made one's head ache—how much more so when completing this task required absolute perfection, not a single mistake allowed.

Large landowners and merchants all used their official connections to seek help, but Princess Taiping remained unmoved, stubbornly clinging to her rigid stance.

Then he invited the tribe's chieftain, asking them to send envoys to nearby Qiang tribes, spreading invitations that he had brought five or six carts of spices and wished to trade with them.

Although a strong youth means a strong nation, unfortunately, once you obtain the Yanjia, you'll never get the chance to pilot it.

Unfortunately, though their awareness was high, their strength was insufficient to carry out what they wished to accomplish.

Lü Tianming glowed all over, spiritual energy surging wildly; under the enhancement of the Primordial Gauntlets, he instantly unleashed the power of a fused martial technique, a colossal ancient statue's phantom slamming forward, engulfing Huang Fu Changming's figure.

Tang Xin laughed aloud, and his transparent storage ring suddenly opened—his true body emerged directly from within.

"I have some memory of that kind of clothing—it's ancient fox-tribe style, but I truly didn't know of Hongye's existence. Perhaps she is some incarnation of the Fox Deity, using this method to grant you His favor," the shaman replied.

In fact, in the Yun Sect Empire, their talents were merely average; otherwise, these people wouldn't have joined the Beast Taming Sect, a second-rate faction.

Unfortunately, Lü Tianming now seemed to be in full flight, with not a shred of dignity left; look at his back—the primordial martial artist was closing the distance, and the whole scene carried an unmistakable air of mockery.

Unconsciously, Lü Tianming and Meng Tianzheng's battle had lasted a quarter-hour; though Lü Tianming was at a slight disadvantage, he still held firm against Meng Tianzheng's attacks, neither able to gain decisive victory.

Thus, the sources of Song Dynasty horses were numerous, and their numbers were plentiful, yet the problem remained great: not every horse could serve as a warhorse.