Chapter 273: Zhao Family

Zhao Xuerong's family lived in Binhai Ronghua Community.

This community was nearly thirty years old, with outdated facilities, peeling walls, and buildings only seven stories high—just five buildings in total.

Yet despite its shabby appearance, once inside the home, one discovered it was anything but ordinary.

The interior decoration, though aged, had been the height of fashion in the eighties and nineties, with a living area of over one hundred thirty square meters; since there was no public

King Zhou lacked discernment, failed to recognize the immortal method of exorcism, and, seduced by beauty, took down the Great Que Sword, allowing the thousand-year fox spirit's primordial spirit to escape its seal, while he himself became bewitched, losing all sense of right and wrong.

His words startled the tiger skin, which blinked its pea-sized eyes and retreated several steps, looking utterly incredulous.

Duke Dao's decision to eliminate the position of Zhengqing stemmed ultimately from his original intent—to weaken the power of the noble clans and expand the influence of the royal lineage.

Zhao Dan's expression of disappointment was a perfect imitation of Zhao Wu's usual demeanor—he tried desperately to appear grown-up, but his weapon gave him away.

After hearing Mingyu's words, Yunzhongzi's expression calmed; he realized his injuries could not be healed in a moment. Seeing Yunzhongzi's mind settle, Mingyu nodded approvingly.

Just then, noise erupted as several voices cried out together: "They're here, they're here!" But they quickly fell silent, realizing their mistake.

But this speed wasn't his boss-killing pace—it was his speed of being one-shot. Fireball, Explosion, Ice Bind, Delayed Blast—all four magical damages triggered at once, an invincible combo that killed gods and buddhas alike.

"This humble disciple is from Ziyang Cave on Qingfeng Mountain, Daoist name Qingxu, cultivating on Kunlun Mountain. May I ask your reverence's name?" Upon hearing the Daoist reveal his name and lineage, Mingyu immediately understood.

"Yes!" Xiong Dahai was ecstatic—he was about to strike again. For a soldier, nothing was more desired than battle; the previous encounter had been, in a sense, a kill.

With that, he waved his hand, signaling Zhang Qi to leave. Clearly, Zhang Qi's earlier words had spoiled his mood.

The ministers, terrified by the Crown Prince's cruelty, heartlessness, and vengeful nature, all fell to their knees, bowing their heads deeply.

"Go out and watch the performance. From now on, enjoy the match. This stage belongs to you." Qi Xuan's face broke into a gentle smile.

But if a cultivator of sufficient power gazed from the edge of the Ten Thousand Snow Plains, they would see a different sight: though the sky and earth remained unchanged, between them and the Heavenly Mountain at the plains' center, two icy wind barriers stretched from earth to heaven.

Bosixiu devoted himself to researching a potion to restore non-humans to humanity, and since his research required his blood, he frequently donated blood to the base. Situ Que reasoned: if a gun could knock down a semi-human, couldn't it also knock down a non-human?

Although Liu Rong had only been in the livestream for less than a week, he had already reached a very high spending level—yet since he hadn't activated his membership, he received this message.

Mo Tianchen and Mo Jingxing had been father and son for thirty years; they knew full well that the calmer the surface, the deeper the vortex beneath.

Mo Chaowan accidentally ingested the Thousand Mechanism Poison; the toxin had begun slowly taking effect, slowing her movements, and she instantly panicked.

The milk tea shop was busy, but during opening and closing hours, there was still some time to relax.

Also, did she know him? Why did his mannerisms carry the same effortless grace as if they were long acquainted?

After a night's rest, Nangong Yan awoke and immediately searched for Han Yan. Seeing Han Yan was no longer in the tent, he hurried to get up and search—but his sudden movement pulled his wounds, making him grimace in pain; the bandaged injuries split open again, yet he didn't care.