Chapter 642: The Yincao Office

Xiao Yu was baffled. "Green Phoenix Envoy, why do you want me to sleep at home?"

Green Phoenix sighed. "If you don't stay home but wander everywhere, how am I supposed to find you? And how can I descend upon your home under the bright sky and the eyes of all?"

I must first publicly proclaim the imperial edict, then carry you flying around the city twice, so your fellow townsfolk all know you've gained great fortune."

This is the tradition of red banners, colorful decorations, riding a horse through the streets."

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At the critical moment, Li Ming displayed his masculine resolve of "neither humble nor arrogant," immediately surrendering with righteous indignation—his attitude and posture were perfectly standard, leaving Zheng Shuyi with no fault to find.

"The Yuemai clan holds considerable weight in the Cold Moon Palace—they possess the power to inspire hatred," Luo Yanhan smiled lightly, revealing the world's essence of strength ruling all.

Gazing at the endless desert, Ye Feng let out a long sigh—he had finally seen the myriad transformations of this world, marveling at how wondrous nature could shape the heavens and earth.

Xiao Ming stormed out of his cave dwelling, face filled with anger. In these three days, he had done only two things. First, he felt like a cleaner, specifically tasked with sweeping out Zhang Yang's cave.

At the same time, he cast a spell. An arcane aura slowly seeped from his body.

"Mortal! I'll see how you resist this time! Even if you die, I'll refine your star souls!" The Explosion Deity's voice was vicious, accompanied by cold laughter.

"Give up, Shen Bei! I won't hand them over to you—not even if I exhaust all my star power!" Ruo Xin's expression was calm; every moment she could protect them was a moment gained.

Li Ming's eyes widened in shock—he hadn't expected that demonic clan merit could grant him a noble title, boost faction favor, and even confer special privileges.

A few minutes later, the surveillance room's door opened from outside, and three ordinary-looking young men entered.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the black-haired Ye Feng lowered his head, his eyes still as cold as ever, yet the malevolent aura radiating from him had significantly diminished.

"A Grade Seven Golden Yuan Pill!" The Fourth Elder, who forgot everything upon seeing pills, rushed forward, muttering as he stared at the pill in the hands of the Moonlit Emperor.

No one interrupted him. Zhao Datian listened in silence. In this moment, everyone had the chance to defend their name—and Zhao Datian was willing to grant it, Xin Lao was willing to grant it, and every black-armored cultivator present was willing to grant it.

Only a few elderly cultivators, upon hearing the feather-fan man's surname, showed faint traces of wariness in their eyes.

The soft evening glow also fell upon Nan Ba's face, making even his normally unshy countenance flush with a rosy, lifelike glow.

But the next moment he froze—this wave of heat instantly engulfed him, filling his body with searing pain; then he saw his clothes turn to ash and vanish.

"So what do we do now? After the dantian is restructured, am I supposed to split myself in two to use it?" Fu Jiuning frowned, recalling how mischievous she'd been during the Abbess's lectures—so many things remained unknown to her.

The pill instantly boosted their cultivation. Nan Ba instantly recognized the immense energy radiating from them as the "demon qi" virus.

"I'm leaving you, not your mother." Shen Shen rolled his eyes, completely ignoring him—but deep inside, Jin Chen's words had touched the softest part of his heart.

Galilang walked down the street like a lively rabbit, scampering here and there.

Xia Xue'er walked over at the sight of the two cushions. She saw the fierce storm winds at the cave entrance and gasped, gazing at the swirling clouds beyond, marveling in awe.

"Though by military rank you're not our superior, in our hearts, you'll always be our commander!" Rui Ge shouted.

Su Yuan watched numbly as Esthes and Lian fought to the death—the ground shattered, the courtyard collapsed, the stream destroyed. He wanted to speak, to stop them—even without reason, without standing, without right—but no matter how fiercely he roared inside, he remained frozen, as if under a petrification spell.

After the dust settled, Wu Zijian directed the Pipi Shrimp, which had dodged the descending figure mid-sprint, to slowly approach it.

"It's not just about companionship—I'm going to give you happiness. Fulfill my two-year promise." Chang Fei looked tenderly at his wife.

The Crimson Fire Eagle flapped its wings, like an arrow released from a bow, like a streak of crimson lightning, plunging down from hundreds of meters above.

"The military uses what it hasn't learned, and learns what it won't use. In peace, it mocks foreign weapons as mere clever tricks, deeming them unnecessary to study. In war, it cries out in terror at foreign weapons as strange marvels, claiming they're impossible to learn." Did Li Zhongtang speak falsely?

"Wait, don't move—something's watching us." After walking only a short distance, Fang He suddenly stopped Zhou Ke—he sensed a dangerous aura.

"Can't the Admiral just eat already!" Chang Fei's voice dripped with melancholy, brimming with disillusionment toward life.

To ordinary people, the name Young Master Yu was a sudden beam of light in the darkness.

He spun around, rushed into the living room, snatched up Shen Lu's phone, and like Shen Lu before him, dialed Gu Jingchen's number over and over—no matter how many times, it wouldn't connect.

He chuckled to himself—such an absurd thought was only something he could amuse himself with; he couldn't take it seriously.