Chapter 585: Two Kinds of Divine Strike

The gourd held aloft by Sun Juyuan was summoned by Lu Yuanlang to his side, but Lu Yuanlang did not take it; instead, he used a light clamp to pry open the gourd’s mouth and poured out a few drops of spiritual liquid.

“What is this?”

“Mid-Heaven Nourishing Fluid, taken from the Four Libraries Hall. Isn’t that precisely why you came? Ah! Be careful—don’t spill any more! Just two days ago, someone paid two hundred spirit stones for a gourd like this—it’s extremely precious!”

“Mid-Heaven Nourishing Fluid… is this what I wanted? Sun Juyuan—”

Yet as she moved, she woke Gong Cheng from his sleep, and immediately she felt embarrassed, unsure how to face him.

“You helped me and now you’re punishing me? Xiao Mo, you’re terrible—I’m not talking to you!” Qin Wu pretended to ignore him, yet she still stayed quietly in Xiao Mo’s arms, nowhere else to go.

As for those in the City-within-the-City and the Military Department, they felt little emotion; having heard so many miracles of Ji Yu, they easily blended with the City-within-the-City disciples.

So, as he neared the threshold of Tongyou Realm, Qinglong chose to challenge himself… it was understandable, entirely understandable.

On the stands, the Chu brothers saw their sister’s maid rush over and then vanish just as quickly, assuming she was in trouble, and hurried to the entrance. Upon learning from Yueyuan that their sister urgently needed live softshell turtles, they immediately split up to act.

“Today is a family banquet—no need to be formal.” Shengde Emperor swallowed the words on his tongue, raised his cup, and, using tea as wine, toasted with his family.

Cang Hai and the other two had no time to eat first; after another batch of fish was grilled, they gave each of Qi Yue a fish. Watching these people devour the grilled fish in large bites, Cang Hai smiled, deeply satisfied.

“Shen Fengling, though sorcerers aren’t united, when territory is at stake, they must think about it. The guardians and overseers of the seven eastern cities—you’re responsible for persuading them. Try your best to get this done!” Old Di ordered.

The phrase “excellent figure” made Le Chen recall the slender hand of Imperial Consort Xiao that had slipped beneath his robe that day; his ear tips flushed faintly red.

“Chengcheng, the trials are so grueling—does that awful organization even give you days off to rest?” Qin Wu asked hopefully.

Gu Xixi had thought she would never again have the chance to lean against his chest; this recovery of what was lost, this reliance after helplessness, felt immeasurably precious.

At this moment, the Chang’an Imperial Palace was utterly serene, filled with birdsong and floral fragrance, brimming with vitality.

Realizing he had been dreaming, he wearily rubbed his temples, then adjusted my blanket; when his eyes met mine, he froze in place, remaining motionless for a long while before snapping back to awareness and gripping me tightly in an excited embrace.

“It’s hard to get a taxi here—get in, I’ll drive you home.” Dr. Qiao opened the car door.

“What else could it be? He claimed to be the King of Ximan’s Weizhou and insulted me right here in this hall.” Tears finally spilled uncontrollably from her eyes.

Gu Xixi succeeded in her interview and immediately texted Chen Ji with the good news, but she received no reply all day; she thought perhaps he was too busy with work and would reply tonight, but by nightfall, she only got word that he still had work to handle.

Indeed, less than half a minute after Gu Xixi picked up the phone, two men suddenly lunged from behind her; one clamped a white object over her mouth and nose, while the other signaled behind him—then a minivan appeared, and the two men dragged Gu Xixi into it and sped away.

With a shift in mindset, the day suddenly felt easier; even without Li Auntie reminding me, I began voluntarily asking to eat the apples I’d always hated most.

The forest was pitch-black; Yaotong’s body turned icy cold. For some reason, it always felt as if countless grotesque ghosts lurked in the endless darkness, ready to spring from the undergrowth at any moment and drag it into the woods to tear it apart and devour it.