Chapter 202

When Sun Shanggong spoke these words, the atmosphere sank into a brief, dead silence.

The Empress lowered her eyelids, staring at the ink blots spreading across the memorial, her slender fingers clenched tightly, her voice tinged with panic:

"What happened to Chen Mo?"

Sun Shanggong replied: "I was ordered to investigate the case with the Tianlin Guard, but inside the Lin Siya offices, I encountered several sect disciples who said Master Chen went to Linglan County on duty, and this case involves the demon race…"

Chu Yu nearly fainted—Liu Ziyeh's idea was brilliant: holding a market inside the palace under disguise? Only he could think of such a thing—it was as if he'd written "foolish ruler" right on his face, daring anyone not to rebel.

His combat power was indeed formidable; that slash carried roaring winds, as if it could overturn heaven and earth.

Mo Tiange felt even more helpless—if others saw this scene and word got out, Tang Young Master's countless admirers would hate her with a vengeance, perhaps even draw swords against her. With their jealous tempers, things would become impossible to explain.

"You…" Yunxing was about to shout a challenge, but her right eye flared red again, and she sat back down, stiff and mechanical.

Consort Rong's face flushed with embarrassment; she had intended to make An'an distance herself from Gao Xianghan, but instead had made herself look utterly foolish.

"What do I do, what do I do?" Fairy Fengqing murmured to herself. As time passed, the hidden currents gradually calmed, and her anxiety grew.

Many others sat in the side seats—all people of status: from the Yu family, the Yun family, and the Chen family.

If this boy possessed even half—no, three-tenths—of his power, he could defeat and kill him outright. Sometimes victory and defeat are not determined by raw strength alone, but by control over that strength.

Mo Qingchen bent down, picked up the wooden box, and was about to return it to its place when her gaze casually swept over it—and she froze.

"Two missions? That's impressive. Most people are content with one." Sa Jia spoke gravely.

And every day you had to arrive at school at five a. m., do morning drills, then spend the entire day in military posture, running, marching in step, formal steps, aligning in all directions, and finally resting at ease.

Only those who have reached the Divine Realm, when they contemplate the laws of order, break free from a single universe, constantly traversing into different ones, spending vast amounts of time to comprehend the Dao laws of countless universes.

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

But after running for several minutes, both I and Fatty stared blankly—the path ahead simply vanished.

If I took someone's qi during the commotion when classmates came looking for us, all my efforts with the two messenger horses would be wasted.

Momo let out a long sigh; whenever she was alone, she agonized over this problem—each time unsolvable, she could only wait for the unknown. Maybe, perhaps, nothing bad would happen… Momo tried again to comfort herself, then drifted into a dazed sleep.

Yueying rubbed her nose, utterly baffled—the Black Tower had protective barriers; its temperature remained constant year-round. There was no way anyone could catch a cold.

The two moved half a circle in midair; Shengling raised the blood-red cross and struck toward Ze, who effortlessly dodged, refusing to meet force with force. Shengling sought to test his strength—he had no need for cooperation.

But this scene unfolding before Ningning's eyes delivered a blow and shock no one could have predicted.

I was speechless—thankfully, Wang Jiao and I hadn't eaten spicy hotpot, or else Yang Tiangang would've been calling Wang Jiao a ghost.

Lu Qingyu's fate was no better—the ironwood Xin who vanished on the spot had used a genuine teleportation technique; in the blink of an eye, his iron palm appeared behind Lu Qingyu and slashed viciously at his neck.

But before he took even a few steps, Lin Dabiao's screams rang out, followed by two heavy thuds—his twin giant hammers crashed down at Lu Qingyu's feet.

Helian Nuo snorted, still skeptical. A mere bandit leader—how could he inspire such devotion from his men? In his view, those frantic bandits were probably just sucking up for favors.

She gritted her teeth against the pain, shoved away Xuan Hai's sword, stepped toward Di Beibei, then extended both hands—her left grabbed Di Beibei, her right seized Xuan Hai, and she roared: "Go! Let's go!" Then she pulled both backward a step.

He smiled faintly, following behind me, letting me sneak glances of amusement—clearly he'd come just to watch me, playing it so tenderly, like a Taiwanese romance drama. I'd thought he was brooding and hard to approach, but now I saw he had such clever thoughts—and without realizing it, I grew even happier.

This was also the lifelong pursuit of the Pope and Xuan Yuan Yiyun: to reach the True Cultivation World and ensure the continuation of the Xuan Yuan clan and the Church's legacy—this was their mission. Now that they'd finally glimpsed cultivation, they refused to be erased by Lin Tian.

Helian Nuo nodded slightly and gestured to Lan Youruo. If not for these two brothers' endless pestering, he wouldn't have been provoked. Now that Hua Nongying had intervened, he had even less reason to fight them to the death.

"This is Dashan Chess. Your pieces flew to the sky—that's flying chess," Dashan grumbled.

The evening's advertisement featured the most important scene: the Christmas ball. The grand hall of the Aiver Noble Academy had been decorated with rich Christmas cheer, and dozens of cameras were already ready.

Qin Hu sighed inwardly—Qin An was purely suffering because of him, and if things continued like this, both of them were doomed.

Suddenly, they both shivered, thinking the same thing: Could Yun Ge's mysterious arts have grown so powerful that she could summon yin spirits to fight? If true, this was terrifying.

Though the soldiers no longer whispered among themselves out of respect for Zhao Weiguo, they still resented him—the atmosphere remained tense.

As his strength drained away, Li Dongde grew afraid—he feared his resentment would be stripped from him, and he'd return to his former state of being beneath others.