Chapter 178: The Empress

At the same time, the ambulance, which had carved a path through wind and rain, had just passed the toll station.

There was fragrant mushroom pork porridge—Yu Youhan's favorite—along with spicy sour potato shreds and a serving of Korean kimchi, naturally made by Mu Zian after learning online, and it tasted excellent.

Is this Li Rui insane? I'm standing right in front of you—what's the point of calling me?

*Snap! * Wei Rouyi slapped He Yanran across the face. "Tsk tsk, to be honest, I've never done this before."

"I won't let you say that!" Murong Feiming was angry. Did he do all this just to hear her give him such advice?

Yet at that time, he chose to leap off the cliff—there was only one reason: he had been too weak to climb back up.

"No matter how powerful we are, we still fall far short of the city lord's might." Meng Chang smiled, bowing with sincere respect.

"Which academy did this contestant graduate from?" Sun Mingming's opening line hadn't changed—he still probed the opponent's background first.

As long as this man loves and cherishes me, what's there left to give up? Even if I'm a spy, so what? If the Blue Spirit Pill truly has the effect Li Rui claims, won't I become half a cultivator too?

Leng Muhan looked at Mo Wen. Since Yun Duoduo vanished, he knew he'd been careless—how could he have thought Yun Duoduo was safe just because she was in the palace? He understood Mo Wen's meaning and glanced at the "Old Lady."

Yet they still stood firm, staring desperately at the sect's high-ranking elders atop the heights, their eyes filled with silent pleading.

As the cry ended, the gleaming black-scaled dragon-man before them stomped the ground, and with a powerful surge, shot straight into the sky—then, before everyone's stunned gazes, slammed headfirst into the mighty Lei Ting.

He pushed open the door and returned home, greeting his father, who sat in the living room watching the news and reading a newspaper.

Xue Chen followed to Yang'an City, where Hu Nanming assigned him to a hotel not far from Sanhu Bay. After settling in, he was driven to Sanhu Bay that same afternoon—Xue Chen's first time visiting the residence of provincial-level leaders.

Everyone looked up at the ceiling, but found no noticeable change in the lights above.

Even failing this trial might shake one's Dao—that's why the Heavenly Trial was designed.

Soloman downed the entire bottle of milk in one gulp. After finishing, he inverted the bottle against his lips and repeatedly tapped its walls with his finger bones, urging the milk clinging to the sides to gather and flow down.

Telling Zhao Ergou about Ma Liu was to stop him from taking this step. No matter how much money one has, once gambling takes hold, it will all vanish.

The Korean side very much wanted to target Zhao Ergou—he was a highly capable and dangerous man. If they couldn't control him, his return to Huaxia would be like injecting a powerful stimulant into that nation.

Finally, after dozens of exchanges in the sky, the space around them shattered into fragments; the two suddenly broke apart.

"When I checked into the hotel, I glanced at the damage compensation list. A torn bedsheet? Just pay 200." Chen Feng smiled.

She hadn't forgotten the daily exercises assigned by the Flower Master; she knew Hua Fei Wu was foundational and took it especially seriously.

"Starving ghost," Lin Qiao muttered, then turned and entered Leng Yuefeng's room. Gong Sunshi took the food box to his own room to eat.

A guest arrived—an old man, slightly hunched, wearing blue coarse cotton clothes and a pair of black old cloth shoes caked with mud, dressed plainly as a farmer.

A muffled sound jolted me from my thoughts. I lifted the green gauze curtain and looked outside: the desert sands flew like smoke, rolling endlessly. Yi Le had chosen the hardest path, perhaps fearing armies from Beiqi and Nan Chen would block the way.

"Hahahahahaha!" Everyone laughed at his seamless medley of songs—even Chen Feng, who hadn't smiled in ages, was infected by the mood.

Indeed, Qian Xining was now reading these comments, her face lit with an incredibly bright smile.

Within Pingchuan Prefecture, there were two sects; the headquarters of the Xuan Shui Sect was the mountain in Mo He's line of sight.

It was clearly a Z Organization research facility—so why did they speak as if they had no loyalty to the organization? When mentioning the organization's attack, they sounded like outsiders.

Dayue No. 2 High School's prodigy, a rare ruggedly handsome guy, mainstay of the Phantom Beast Era school team, and finally, an Evolutionist.

So, when consecutive trades occur, the risk controller merely needs to remind the trader not to execute rapid-fire trades.

More importantly, the way this man looked at Lin Wanru was utterly repulsive—his naked, greedy desire was far too intense. His Wanru belonged only to him; no one else dared covet her. If anyone dared, they would face utter annihilation.

While everyone else was upgrading their abilities, Yan Airui was the only one left behind. Though angry, she couldn't stop them—she was outnumbered.

Xu Chang'an had sold his factory; these marble slabs were unsellable and impossible to carry away, so he simply left them all to Chen Wei.

Under Lin Wanru's persistent urging, Su Yan finally returned to normal—though she still seemed slightly off, at least she looked far better than before, when she'd been utterly despondent.

Shen Huiyin finished eating, brushed the crumbs off her hands, and imitated Zhou Muxian by crossing her arms and closing her eyes to rest.

Lin Wanru watched for a long while; when Luo Mufeng still showed no reaction, she snapped, grabbed a chunk of flesh on his arm, and twisted it hard—Luo Mufeng's face instantly twisted in pain.

A security chief took off his cap to fan himself, then unkindly reached out to tug at the red cloth covering.

Even if they came up with an excuse—like asking about crude oil trends or apologizing face-to-face to Chen Wei—he wouldn't come out.

But Lian Yingying never doubted Chen Wei's motive in the Zheng Zhihui incident; Zheng Zhihui's plight had indeed been tragic—even Lian Yingying felt pity. To her, Chen Wei's payment of medical bills and later efforts to help the family stemmed purely from compassion.

"What about this blade edge?" Charles pointed to the Bank of China Tower looming outside the window and asked Ye Zifeng.