Chapter 716: The Wood Lord and the Gold Mother

"Yu Fengxian?" Dongfang Shuo never expected to hear that name from his master's lips.

He asked hesitantly, "Do you mean the 'Yu Fengxian' I'm thinking of?"

Emperor Donghua nodded. "Is there any other Yu Fengxian you're familiar with?"

In fact, if not for that Yu Fengxian, who also has deep ties to me, I wouldn't have guessed it was her.

Any method of primordial divination, no matter how applied, requires vast amounts of true data.

Although this matter was ultimately resolved by the financier behind her, Chen Xingye, with his vast powers, somehow obtained this video—and now he holds her by the throat.

Jiang Ruochen's roar and Tian Di's cries echoed repeatedly atop Zijin Peak, reverberating through the mountains.

After visiting several shops, none of which dealt in printing silver notes, He Yunxiao simply passed them over.

The others felt a pang of shame—they were still focused on filling their own stomachs, yet this old man was already thinking of packing up and taking it away. No wonder You Ran kept calling him "old servant," yet still held him in high regard.

He Yunxiao was about to say "I don't like it," but Nan Zhu was watching him—he realized he couldn't lie.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ruochen's impassive demeanor, unmoved by gain or loss, only deepened Wei the Grand Academician's approval and solidified his resolve.

And must he still be jealous and quarrelsome, to the point of leaving not even a sliver of space for Leng Youhan?

Yet today, as Jin Yulong happily boarded the subway on his way to work, a topic being discussed by the passengers stunned him—he trembled as he saw on his phone the headline that had surged to number one on trending lists.

Upon seeing Taiyan appear, they hurriedly bowed in greeting, but soon noticed her expression seemed unusual, leaving them deeply puzzled.

Even grass and trees know sorrow; youth turns to white hair. Alas, who lets go, who takes in this life? Married to the east wind, spring pays no heed—go where you will, endure your lingering!

Internally, he secretly sought those skilled in training troops, to covertly forge a powerful force as his ultimate weapon. As for large-scale training, Cao Cao never considered it—not only would Gongsun Du spot it, but Cao Cao simply didn't have the funds to support it.

"Someone's calling for help!" After hearing the cry, everyone's eyes snapped to the pile of firewood.

Zhang Huan did not launch a night attack immediately; he stared at the flames of the Xianbei camp, troubled, his unease slowly rising.

This villa district had been abandoned for a long time; Li Yao wondered if wild beasts lurked outside. If there truly were beasts, she hoped they would burst in and tear Liao Yuping to pieces—she would rather be devoured by beasts than endure Liao Yuping's humiliation.

Yang Xing was doing homework; when he looked up, he saw Yang Yue staring blankly. He gently pulled her arm. Yang Yue lowered her head and saw Yang Xing's eyes fixed unwaveringly on her.

At a building, two soldiers ushered them inside. They entered a first-floor office and knocked—inside sat a somewhat overweight official, legs crossed, seated before a computer.

In less than two seconds, he put away his phone, stared coldly at Tang Baobao and the others, and once again revealed a haughty air.

This time, it did not hide among the weeds, but bumped here and there; sensing the weeds obstructing it, its body erupted in a flash of green light.

The pink sun slowly sank, silent and unseen. A soft ray of sunlight slipped through the carved wooden lattice window, brightening the hall. Feng Feiyang turned to check the sun's angle—roughly five or six in the evening. She still needed to hurry back to Sui Garden! How was her mother now?

Ji Kang's combat method was simple and direct: punch, strike, one punch to destroy all. Yet this simplicity was utterly unstoppable—even a thousand spells could not withstand a single punch.