Chapter 247

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Wei Dong was extremely nervous inside; he knew the Chancellor's mansion was absolutely a den of tigers and wolves. The Yu Ning Emperor's arrival tonight had been arranged with no military escort whatsoever. But Wei Dong dared not ask, and dared not contemplate the consequences. He could only act like a puppet, obeying the Yu Ning Emperor's orders.

Time passed silently, and before long it was already noon. Lin Xueyao tried to lie there and rest a little longer; after all, Mo Li had not yet awakened, and Lin Xueyao could not make such a commotion—she was very afraid she might disturb Mo Li's rest.

"Xueyao." Han Xiaofeng had been following behind Lin Xueyao for a long time, but had never found an opportunity to speak. As soon as she paused, he stepped forward, unable to control himself.

Although Peng Hu County was the most prosperous county in Dongyong, it was still only a county—this alone revealed Wang Yuanhe's bumpy official career.

Heavenly Thunder embodies the supreme, awe-inspiring power of the Dao; even those with lightning-affinity cultivation techniques cannot absorb it, at best experiencing slightly greater ease and comfort when resisting it compared to ordinary people.

Bo Yu did not hesitate, swiftly issuing the orders. Of course, once Bo Yu gave these orders, Han Xiaofeng immediately became displeased—his expression made that clear.

Behind Zhengde stood thousands of horses; if they trampled over Zhang Qin, he would surely be crushed into pulp.

Among them, because such an event could not merely select a Medicine King—it was a grand occasion for the entire medical community—the competition of medicinal herbs was the top priority.

After all, challengers on the ninth level must face the Heavenly Emperor Battle Puppet; in such a peak-level confrontation, conserving even a sliver of physical strength is a guarantee of combat power.

Ice shards cascaded down Lang Yu's head, freezing his expression, freezing his arms, and even coating the Demon Cloud Blade in a thin mist.

As Dong Zhanyun fretted over what to do with his Sharpness Stone, his adoptive father Wu Su's words filled him with overwhelming joy: "Big Brother Song—Master Song Dihui has a whole pile of Sharpness Stones; if you don't need many, he'll probably give them to you~!" Thus, Dong Zhanyun happily ran off to ask Song Dihui for his labor fee.

Chen Yi gave a dismissive, faint smile; for a pampered young master like Wan Bo, only firm methods would do.

Answer: Divine artifacts have no inherent strength or weakness—their power is determined solely by the master's ability. Because Wang Xuanlong is only at the second stage, his capability is still of the weakling variety, so he cannot truly unleash the power of the Xuan Yuan Sword.

Shi Yi, standing nearby, was displeased; it was he who had lied. Fei Liangyan truly disappointed him. Shi Yi rose to leave.

At this moment, he had made up his mind: Mu Xiulin could not be allowed to live. If necessary, he would raise Liu Er himself for the rest of his life. To openly defy him like this—could he truly not know that his father-in-law was right across from him?

As the Emperor finished speaking, brief clapping echoed from the four corners of the hall—the eunuchs signaling the dancers and musicians that the banquet had begun.

After the crowd scattered, a young man with a bluish face was seen among them, breathing with only outflows and no inflows.

Sang Ruo recalled the boy's earlier words: whenever there was a new student who fell asleep during the welcoming ceremony, he would appear.

"Unfortunately, yes. They must perform a hyperspatial jump to enter White Wing Star's airspace, but on the four-dimensional star map, Earth lies precisely on the straight line connecting White Wing Star and Dark Wing Star. The energy waves it emits could trap the entire expeditionary fleet forever in an alternate dimension," Yu Jie interjected.

At this moment, Xiulin's heart had sunk to the lowest depths; compared to his own rare-level supreme technique, Ma Sijin's was undoubtedly far superior—no, was the "Dual-Winged Flying Goose" merely an empty shell, lacking true substance?

Min Chenhui grumbled, "It seems my staff strike had no effect at all! No good—I must kill someone!" He swung his staff again, charging forward at the same mid-stage opponent: "I smash! My 'Rending the Azure Sea'!" This was his only Cosmic-level staff technique—now, to Xiao Yong's eyes, a counterfeit.

After dinner, Wang Ling lay on his bed, closed his eyes, but Su Yu appeared in his mind. He realized that without Su Yu beside him, he suddenly couldn't sleep—even thinking became chaotic.

Outside the Eastern Gate lay a vast forest, and within it was a ten-li-wide open area, its soil dark red. This was Dongping City's execution ground; the blood of condemned criminals had stained the yellow earth dark red. A gust of wind swirled up, lifting the dark red dust and emitting a mournful wailing sound, chilling to the bone.

Wang Ling looked at the clothes he was wearing—not the same ones he'd worn during his battle with Gose—and wondered: Could it be Zuo Yi who changed them for me?

Zhao Jingzhi, like Luo Mei, had red, swollen eyes. She sniffled, clutching her dress.

Liu Qingqing's rare display of heartfelt emotion was unlike her usual self—she seemed more like the real Liu Qingqing, who had lived twenty-some years. She wasn't asking Liu Feiyang so much as asking herself.

As the fire spirit erupted, three Martial King-level eagle vultures, charred black, plummeted into the water, completely intimidating the attacking Martial King-level sea beasts. Xiao Yong tossed each of the four beasts a bottle of Imperial Power Pills, retrieved the sea horse, and drew his great blade to slash at the "Sharp Teeth" surging from the water.

Professor Hu was determined to secure Shen Lian, especially after Shen Lian had mentioned the right-heart malformation—a long-standing medical mystery that had eluded the entire field. Shen Lian not only knew about it but explained it in great detail, doubling Professor Hu's expectations and making him desperately want to keep him.