Chapter 961: The More You Steal, the Less You Con!

The rule that memorials must not be delayed until the next day is good, but it suits only emergencies.

In the early Wanli era, the state was in decline; this demand was not excessive, and everyone needed to stay on edge—but now, eighteen years into Wanli’s reforms, insisting on this still, even an emperor would be worn out like a machine.

Zhang Juzheng stared at the Northern Dipper’s Tian Shu Star before him, his expression grim; this thing was far too precious.

He felt his “Nine Chapters on Personal Rule” had been well done, yet he also believed that merely...

“Don’t look back; let them think we’re asleep or meditating,” the Tiger-Wolf whispered.

The cultivators present all showed a flicker of shock, yet many quickly pulled out jade talismans and began sending messages.

Mo Chen naturally received this news at once—Qingyi man? Why had no intelligence ever mentioned him before?

What Li Changlin could never have imagined was that, using Chen Si as an excuse, the ones who struck the Mo family were truly members of the Mo family themselves.

Seeing Li Changlin charge, the Monkey King did not fear—he rejoiced. He raised his sharp claws and grabbed straight at the incoming treasure sword.

The light from the Demon Man’s palace cast upon Yin Ruohan’s face; at this moment, she looked especially grotesque. After speaking these words, Yin Ruohan immediately issued another order to her loyal subordinates.

Of course, though the others were not polite, they did not divide everything among themselves—only what they favored or found useful. The rest, Xiang Yu handed entirely to Hai Dongqing, to be distributed later to Chu Xiaoxiao and the others when they returned and he was not present.

Xiang Yu no longer concerned himself with those matters; he sank his spirit into stillness. Since comprehending the Dao of Life and Death, he had never properly consolidated or cultivated it—this was the perfect time to deeply settle and refine.

Moreover, within nearly every palace structure, a powerful, overwhelming aura leaked out.

Tang Hongyuan helping him was a favor; not helping him was his duty—he never thought it was Tang Hongyuan’s obligation.

Village Chief Fei fired off a barrage of curses, making Fei Qinan dare not raise his head; he knelt on the ground for a long time, motionless.

It was rare for a foreign boss to offer funding and even half the equity—why hadn’t he accepted back then? Chen Youbiao thought of this and was filled with regret.

Crackling, popping, boom~ This string of firecrackers rang for seven or eight minutes; when the final crack faded, only Tang Yu and Tangguo’s coughing remained in the silence.

Do you know about the recent Qingfeng Operation in the capital? He orchestrated it. According to my second uncle, this fellow holds heavy weight in the Censorate, nearly second only to the two Supervising Censors.

At the very moment Zhang Jie’s massive foot was about to crush Liu Bo’s head, Liu Bo’s Sword of Annihilation suddenly blazed with radiant light—a seven-colored blade aura, dozens of meters long, erupted straight upward from the front of Zhang Jie’s giant foot, instantly splitting the Ghost King Zhang Jie’s body cleanly in two.

Though his body still surged with potent energy, the moment it left his body, it vanished instantly.

The media must seize the trending news, so today they went all out—shoot whatever they could; if they could intercept someone and ask a few questions, that would be perfect.

“Heh, General Jin, Xing Ke has never had a fixed residence in the Magic Capital; this trip to pick a house is just to give him a stable home,” Sister Dai explained beside him.

Xing Ke glanced left and right; most vehicles here were private cars, and taxis generally picked up passengers only at the airport or within the city center—they wouldn’t stop here.

The black-robed old man had extremely rich combat experience; he did not know Zhang Fan was an energy user from Earth, and mistakenly assumed he was a Soul Master, as their fighting styles were remarkably similar.

Now, the White Flag Camp has crushed the traitors within. Though losses have mounted again, their combat strength is certainly stronger than before—even if this strength is not what Qin Yang wishes to see.