Chapter 768: Decision

“I think the Queen Mother and the Jade Emperor are meddling too much.” Xiao Yu said.

The Divine Mallet Protector’s face darkened instantly. “Just moments ago I said you were mature and composed—how are you falling back into your nonsense again?”

“Do you forget how the gambling over heavenly will at the government office gate happened back then?”

Xiao Yu said: “The Heavenly Dao operates naturally; heavenly will is merely the result of the world’s natural motion.”

“The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother certainly understand heavenly will better than anyone—but their own will is not heavenly will itself.”

The entire sky and earth trembled slightly; terrifying sword qi gathered continuously, forming a colossal blade whose dreadful energy pierced straight into the clouds, shredding drifting clouds into countless white powders that scattered in all directions.

“This contest isn’t simple. Even if the arrow has no tip, when shot at a person, that person will instinctively fear and dodge—it’s truly hard to hit.” The Crown Prince’s archery was decent, but he had never played such a game before.

Qin Qingwu could no longer watch. How had she never noticed this side of him before? And now his courage had grown even greater—he’d already placed his hands on her waist, inching upward relentlessly. She had no words left to say.

At noon, Lei Qing sent someone to summon them; the four knew they had to pay their dues after eating, and prepared themselves before going.

“As you wish!” Zhou Mu paid it no mind, bypassing the Nine-Turn Corridor and continuing along the lotus pond toward the side courtyard.

Now someone had come to his door claiming they could fulfill his wish—wasn’t that mocking him?

Meanwhile, Lin Xiang, lying on the ground, unconsciously activated his cultivation technique, continuously repairing his five viscera and six bowels; the injury was severe, exceeding all previous harm, forcing him into hibernation.

Fang Ye’s group passed through emerald forests, waded through clear, transparent streams, and arrived at the Wang Fu under the dazzling sunlight.

Lian Fangzhou let out a soft “Mmm,” all words stifled in his throat; helplessly, he parted his lips to his kiss, sinking into intoxication.

Knowing Mu Ze couldn’t hear, Yuan Jinyu didn’t call for anyone. Seeing no one in the outer room, she lifted the curtain and walked straight into the inner chamber.

There’s no need for compensation now; with the exclusivity clause, Li Mu reminding Andrew Carnegie is perfectly justified—if Andrew Carnegie hasn’t gone mad, he’ll know exactly what to do.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get it for you right away.” The bartender immediately went to the bar to prepare the “Seven-Colored Iced Erguotou.”

I briefly recounted what had happened earlier; Bo Yin listened in silence, then his gaze settled on Xu Nian. I glared at Bo Yin, signaling him to choose his words carefully.

After hanging up, I called him again—he still didn’t answer. Was something happening?

After saying this, Yang Jian glanced at Li Yue beside him—he was using Li Yue to pressure the others.

Zhao Lin’s corruption had spread throughout the entire Buyin City; among the common folk, many had suffered under the brutal oppression of his household. If public outrage could be stirred, even the highest minister could not outweigh the will of the people.

They had heard the palace rumors this morning; they hadn’t expected the Jin Wang’s wife to show up again so early, showing not the slightest concern for propriety.

Ye Chenmeng couldn’t tell whether Lan Lichuan was angry or annoyed—she only felt the room’s temperature suddenly plummet to freezing.

Yin Chenjue was terrified; his guests offered many suggestions, and finally, one articulate man convinced him to mobilize the city guard and surround the Xiaoqin Prince’s Mansion.

Huo Junzhe clenched his fists and struggled desperately; the iron chains clanked loudly as he pulled. Watching his most trusted man endure such torture, he wished only to shatter his shackles and strangle Si Junhao to death.

There, a vast golden world was about to collapse; under the reinforcement of countless space-time arrays he had pre-established, the fusion of that world was slow—but relentless, steadily descending toward this world.