Chapter 84

Li Ke nodded to Li Shimin, then turned his back, hands clasped behind him, and began pacing slowly through the Ganlu Hall, swaying his head.

“When I changed clothes just now, did you peek?” Chunhua’s sister-in-law asked sharply, feigning anger.

As war chariots raced toward him, Li Ke knew he was in grave danger. He raised his Blood Wolf Flying Dragon Halberd high into the air once more.

“If she’s your relative, that gives you the right to kidnap her, to hurt her?” Thinking of how she had been wounded, Zhan Xiao could not contain his rage and roared out.

A month later, Wan Hua Brewery paid its first wages, and simultaneously, the Xiong Pharmaceutical Factory held its opening celebration—most delighted of all was Town Mayor Han Bing.

Whether it was the commune or the ginseng farm, both would flourish greatly; this ginseng industry still had decades of glory ahead, full of potential.

Lin Yu’an hovered on the edge of fury, forcibly suppressing his rage, stepping past Liu Ruoshuang and walking out. Qiu Nu’s eyes widened like copper bells, puffed with anger, following after him.

Tai Xuan Cloud-Palming is a divine-grade martial art; its essence transcends worldly martial techniques, bearing a hint of heavenly talismanic qualities.

Song Chengxuan said, “But I could only go so far—until Grandmother Xu revealed that night you were fed a poison pill, and the Marquis yielded to the former Emperor under threat to his family and subordinates, did I truly understand my own feelings.”

Though I despise her, I’ll speak plainly: this dance is acceptable, but the qin music? Not good at all—can’t compare to the qin art of Nan Yun Region.

She had already arranged for top-grade numbing herbs to be bought, boiled in pot after pot—over a dozen pots total—and planned to dump them all into the pit at once; she refused to believe he wouldn’t be knocked out.

But everyone has selfish desires; once you possess something, you crave more—that is human greed.

The low brim of her umbrella obscured her silhouette; her white robes revealed only a pair of slender, jade-white hands.

Qin Hao didn’t believe it: if a God-King died, there must be traces left behind. The Sword God-King left behind a fractured Great Dao Sword Realm and his divine bones; the Ming King left behind the Ming Curse and the Ming Gate.

Wasn’t his goal in this marriage alliance to cooperate with the An Clan, enter the Imperial City, and unite the other three of the Four Great Clans?

As she spoke, tears began to fall slowly; her eyes were swollen and red, and with every blink, a string of tears rolled down, making her look even more pitiful.

Simultaneously, his soul and residual energy coalescing into his body exploded outward, forming a terrifying storm that swept in all directions.

By noon, the spiritual energy surrounding the imperial chamber had dissipated; Zhao Cong stepped out moments later, his face grim—his cultivation had failed to improve during this retreat.

Seeing Shui Qingcheng’s expression, Li Mushen wondered: could Shui Qingcheng have some way to save him?

It was the water from this spring that had rendered nearly half the capital unconscious; so far, alchemists had yet to develop an antidote.

“It seems Jia Yu’s wedding shattered him so badly he lost his mind,” Fei said, staring at the bloodthirsty back, horrified to see dark qi swirling around him—clear signs of demonic corruption.

“Why not have the Grand General petition the court to grant Lord Huan of Jingzhou a yellow axe, command over all military affairs inside and outside the realm, and the title of King of Chu?” Pu said calmly.

After showing the jade tablet to everyone, Gu Yanan casually passed it to someone beside him, and the jade tablet began circulating among all present.

“Boom~~” The opponent’s fierce, scorching true qi instantly shattered his protective aura; the violent energy surged into his Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

That was the massacre of the sect—on every corpse, a bloody handprint had been stamped.

Chen Liang’s already venomous gaze grew even more vicious upon hearing the other’s words.

Qiu Dandan was struck as if by a hammer; her face turned deathly pale, her body trembling, she stepped back one pace, staring in shock at Lei Hao.

The Seven Fiend Monarch, struck by this palm, was blasted back five zhang; the figure in the air was likewise thrown back to the ground, retreating several zhang before stopping abruptly, then shooting again toward Yao Yingying’s position.

“So what if they’re students of the War Qixie Academy? Even the Son of Heaven is subject to the law! Can they escape the Academy’s discipline?” Lei Jingshan, sensing the upper hand, smiled in his eyes.

“Dark Valley? You just mentioned ‘Devil Men’—who are they?” Liu Jianfei couldn’t help stepping forward, curious.

“...” The Black Beard dared not speak further, nodding to show he understood her meaning.

Later on, whenever Xia Shiguang and Gu Chen ate out together and encountered a dish with shrimp, Xia Shiguang would always snatch the shrimp from Gu Chen’s bowl.

A wisp of cooking smoke curled upward; Ji Lingsheng sniffed the scent and shook his head with a smile—this dish was burnt.

When Li Qirui arrived in Nanhai, she worked in her factory; twenty years ago, Zhu Ziyan had only been married two years and still bore no children—only after a medical checkup was she diagnosed with uterine fibroids causing chronic bleeding.

The Black Tiger roared and charged the White Bear, but barely made contact before the bear bit his neck and tore savagely—skin split, blood gushed; the White Bear tossed the nearly dead Black Tiger to the ground, its gray feathers on its back bristling as it let out a triumphant roar.

Zhang Kun was a sensible man: one loss was coincidence, but three in a row meant there was a Biran factor—keep going, and it was only death, no Jiaoxing .

Then it turned to the Great Snake Spirit-Soul; its chicken eyes glinted with sharpness, wings flared, and it took flight.

Qin Yang’s heart tightened, but he did not panic; with a flick of his right hand, a playing card infused with inner qi spun rapidly toward the man charging at him.