Chapter 948

A measure of rice brings gratitude; a bushel brings resentment. Offering a little help in times of need makes people grateful, but if you give too much and create dependence, then withdrawing that aid turns them hostile.

Third Madam ran to the Emperor to lodge a complaint, saying Ling Yunyi was too cold-hearted—this was the very embodiment of “a measure of rice brings gratitude, a bushel brings resentment.” Such a trend had already taken root in the official factories, and this was precisely Ling Yunyi’s fundamental reason for purging them.

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“Good, I knew the old general had courage to spare—let’s begin.” Liu Yong spoke with full confidence, slowly stepping back and letting others shield him.

“The sealed retreat and the Beast Tomb? Neither place seems particularly special—but what is their true aim targeting Myriad Beasts Valley?” Fu Xi frowned slightly, murmuring to himself.

Similarly, some of Lin Banshan’s wounds, the tears in his clothing, the dried blood—all were marks left by Lin Dong. Each wound, some older, some recent, still throbbed faintly as he moved.

The tenant shut the door, wondering who that man was. He paid no mind when the tall and short figures outside spoke and returned to their room. He sat at the table, where tea awaited—he had ordered it. He poured himself a cup, still wondering who that man was.

“Are you all right?” Ye Chen asked. He had not released any pressure aura; the aura had arisen on its own, and he paid it no mind, for if he had unleashed it, the entire Kunlun Sacred Domain—even space itself—would have collapsed instantly, let alone survival.

“Don’t you think you’ve gone too far?” Wang Zun spoke, his voice rich and resonant, fixing his gaze on Xiang Hao.

Zhu Tianpeng asked casually—when someone brings it up to your face, you must say something, or a rift will form.

“Don’t withdraw the troops!” Countless Jiangdong men shouted in fury. They had fought to the death to open the city gates—now they were ordered to retreat? They could not bear it. Countless lives had been left here; they could not abandon them.

Yao Ye Heihu looked up at Fu Xi. His emotions still stirred slightly, but were far calmer than before.

From the level of blood qi Yi Fan had revealed that morning, the steward was certain it matched, if not surpassed, that of the former head of the outer hall he had once served.

No one knew how Bai Xiaoyuan had persuaded the authorities, but by afternoon, the government had posted notices ordering the people of Shanglin City to evacuate. Neighboring towns had already arranged reception.

“Can you save him?” Avis suddenly looked up, clutching Gran’s clothes, her voice frantic.

She had saved Consort Xin, forcibly rewriting Xin’s fate in this life—the heavens were punishing her for defying the Dao.

“Yi’er, where have you been? Why are you only returning now?” Lady Luo rushed forward, anxiously checking her over. Seeing she was unharmed, she sighed in relief, then scolded gently.

Duan Ke watched as Yili’ao grew larger, his aura shifting subtly. A sense of danger began to rise within him, especially at the way Yili’ao simply nullified gravity—an act that defied all logic—making Duan Ke grow increasingly wary.

“My precious son doesn’t want to show you? Then he won’t!” The Poison King flew in through the door. Before Zi Han could make out his form, he had already slapped the men who had been stirring up trouble.

Qian Ao had been stabbed seven times by Meng Que earlier. Though not fatal, the wounds were severe. Now, after enduring further heavy blows, his chest tightened, and a gush of blood erupted from his throat.

Therefore, these three extra individuals are very likely spirits—and of no low rank.

At that moment, all the powerful beings across the continent sensed something. They all looked up at the sky. Their calm expressions froze instantly; long moments passed before they furrowed their brows.

Nanlan Batian, who had been blasted flying by a single palm strike, heard these words and showed surprise. But after a moment’s thought, he seemed to understand something—the shock on his face slowly faded.