Chapter 202: The Great Dispute Between the Imperial Consort and the Empress

As soon as Palace Attendant Sun said this, the atmosphere fell into a brief, deathly silence.

The Empress lowered her eyelids, staring at the ink blots continuously spreading on the memorial, her slender hands gripping tightly, her tone carrying a hint of panic:

"Chen Mo... what happened to him?"

Palace Attendant Sun replied, "This servant was ordered to go to the Heavenly Qilin Guard to inquire about the case, but I encountered several sect disciples within the office. According to them, Lord Chen went to Linglan County to handle a case, and this case even involves the demon race..."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yu nearly fainted; Liu Ziye’s idea was simply too brilliant, opening a marketplace inside the imperial palace to play at going undercover—to think he could come up with such a thing, it was practically writing the word "dolt" on his face, as if he were terrified that others wouldn't come to rebel.

His combat power was indeed formidable; that blade strike carried a roaring gale, as if it could overturn the entire world.

Mo Tiangeng felt even more helpless; if this scene were seen by others and spread, the admirers of this heartthrob Mr. Tang would surely hate her to the bone, perhaps even turning their swords against her. With their jealous temperaments, it would be impossible to explain later.

"You..." Meteor was about to question her loudly, but a red light lit up in her right eye again, and she sat back down, stiff and mechanical.

Consort Rong looked sheepish; she had originally wanted An'an to distance herself from Gao Xianghan, but she hadn't expected to make herself look so embarrassed instead.

"What to do, what to do?" Fairy Feng Qing muttered to herself. As time passed and the undercurrents gradually calmed, she became increasingly anxious.

Many people were also sitting in the side seats, all of them people of status, including those from the Yu family, the Yun family, and the Chen family.

If this youth possessed five percent... no, three percent of his power, he could defeat and kill him head-on; sometimes victory or defeat is not entirely determined by the amount of power, but by the control over that power.

Mo Qingchen leaned over to pick up the wooden box, and just as she was about to put it back in its place, her gaze swept over the box casually, and her figure froze.

"Two missions, very impressive; for most people, one mission is enough," Sajia said in a deep voice.

Moreover, one had to arrive at school by five o'clock every day for morning exercises, followed by an entire day of military posture, running, marching, goose-stepping, aligning in all directions, and finally, standing at ease.

Only those God-realm powerhouses, when they contemplate the laws of order, will break free from a single universe and continuously travel to different universes, spending a vast amount of time to comprehend the Dao laws in even more universes.

"Then, what technology do you use?" A thought suddenly flashed through Momo's mind.

But after running for a few minutes, both Fatty and I were dumbfounded; as we ran, there was suddenly no road ahead.

If someone took advantage of the opportunity when classmates came to find us and it was crowded to "borrow" someone's qi, then my two scouts would have been working in vain for nothing all this time.

Momo let out a long sigh; whenever she was alone, she would struggle with this problem, and every time it was unsolvable, she could only wait for the unknown to happen. Perhaps, probably, it shouldn't be anything, right? Momo comforted herself once again and began to fall into a muddled sleep.

Yue Ying rubbed her nose, looking completely bewildered; the Black Tower was protected by a barrier, and the temperature was the same throughout the four seasons, so it was absolutely impossible for such a thing as "catching a cold" to occur.

The two moved in a semicircle in the air; the Holy Spirit held up a blood-colored cross with both hands and struck at Na Ze, who easily dodged it without meeting it head-on, as the Holy Spirit wanted to test his strength and he did not want to cooperate.

It was just that this scene happened in front of Ningning, and the blow and shock to him were beyond anyone's prediction.

I was speechless; fortunately, Wang Jiao and I didn't eat spicy hot pot, otherwise, wouldn't Yang Tiangang be scolding Wang Jiao for being a ghost?

Lu Qingyu's situation was no better; the teleportation skill activated by Tie Muxin, who had vanished from the spot, was the real deal. In just a split second, Tie Muxin's iron palm had already appeared behind Lu Qingyu, slashing fiercely at Lu Qingyu's neck.

But before he could take a few steps, Lin Dabiao's screams had already come over, followed by two "thud" sounds as Lin Dabiao's pair of giant hammers fell from mid-air to Lu Qingyu's feet.

Helian Nuo curled his lips upon hearing this; he still didn't quite believe it. He was just a leader of fierce bandits, so why would he be so beloved by his subordinates? In his view, those busy, bustling bandits were probably all there to suck up and flatter him.

She was seen enduring the pain in her body, pushing away Xuan Hai's sword, taking a step toward Di Beibei's side, then stretching out both hands, grabbing Di Beibei with her left hand and Xuan Hai with her right, and growling, "Go! Let's go!" before pulling the two of them back a step.

He smiled slightly and followed behind me, letting me giggle in front; it was obvious he had come specifically to see me, and he even made it look so affectionate—very much in the style of a Taiwanese romance novel. I had previously thought he was a melancholy person who was hard to approach, but I didn't expect him to have such clever thoughts, and before I knew it, I was even happier.

This was also the pursuit of the Pope and Xuanyuan Yiyun's lifelong cultivation—to hope to reach the cultivation world and pass on the Xuanyuan family and the Holy See; this was also their mission. Now that they had finally seen the cultivation base, they didn't want to be wiped out by Lin Tian just like that.

Helian Nuo nodded slightly upon hearing this and gestured to Lan Youruo. In truth, if these two brothers hadn't been so entangled, he wouldn't have been provoked into a temper, and now that Hua Nongying had come out to mediate, he had even less reason to fight to the death with the other party.

"Mine is Dashan Chess; your pieces have flown into the sky, it's Flying Chess," Dashan said irritably.

The evening's advertising scene was the most important Christmas ball in the commercial. The grand auditorium of the Aivier Noble Academy had already been decorated with a joyful atmosphere rich in Christmas spirit, and dozens of cameras were already in place.

Qin Hu sighed inwardly; Qin An was purely implicated by him, and if things continued to develop this way, the two of them would undoubtedly die.

Suddenly shivering, they thought in unison: could Yun Ge's profound arts be so powerful that she could summon spirits to fight? If it were true, this would be too terrifying.

Although the soldiers stopped whispering for the sake of Zhao Weiguo, they were still unconvinced, so the atmosphere was still a bit subtle.

As his power gradually drained away, Li Dongde became afraid. He was afraid that his resentment would be stripped away and he would have to return to his former status as someone beneath others.