Chapter 90: Understanding the Art of Drawing Cakes on a PPT!

Fortunately, Qin Beihai ultimately made a bold declaration, saying they could hold Wunan City without the help of Fuguang Sect, and would never surrender, which greatly stabilized the situation.

The latter couldn’t help but laugh, while Shen Yuning shaded her eyes with her hand, gazing at the distant mountains and nearby waters, the sunlight shimmering like gold, the scenery delightful.

After experiencing one silent ambush, Yu Xiao clearly understood that the cultivation world was no child’s game, and there were no established rules.

Song Lei spoke as he placed the receipt directly before him, ensuring he could see every word on it.

Though she spoke lightly, she was inwardly astonished. This wasn’t just a matter of being slightly overweight—she had clearly seen him smile at her.

Yu Xiao emerged contentedly from the crack above the plateau, but before he could make out his surroundings, a sharp killing intent struck simultaneously from both sides.

This incidental value, without exaggeration, cannot be measured by normal market standards.

As for the Ye family, they originally had three Foundation Establishment cultivators, but one was killed by Liu Renhua; now only two remain, though one is at the late Foundation Establishment stage, enough to rival the Zhang family.

Undoubtedly, his features were exquisitely refined—clear, noble, tinged with sorrow, youthful and approachable, evoking a protective instinct, drawing one in unconsciously until one drowned in his world.

“Mama, Mama… you’ve come! Are you here to take us in for a better life?” A man sobbed, wiping his nose and tears.

Meanwhile, in the stupa grove of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple far in the Western Regions, a middle-aged man dressed in lay clothing gazed with hazy eyes at the blood-red mist solidifying over northern Central Plains; suddenly his gaze cleared, he thought for a moment, then resolutely set off on foot.

Donghuang Taiyi had lain low for nearly a decade, every move meticulously planned for this moment; now he held overwhelming advantage and controlled the situation, so he wasn’t in a hurry—not at all. The more hidden cards he had, the slower he would reveal them.

Lin Mo pursed his lips in silence and tentatively asked, “Could this be Wei Che’s deception?” But as soon as he spoke, he chuckled to himself—centuries ago, the Empty City Stratagem had been used once in the Great Qin; employing it the first time was genius—bold and meticulous; using it a second time was sheer stupidity—it was simply handing victory to the enemy.

“I challenge one of the guest guests attending this banquet,” Chen Fanghu declared loudly, his voice brimming with confidence; the entire hall erupted in shock.

Gu Juzhen ate a few pieces of meat, saw Du Fei watching her, and said: “If you want to drink, drink. After you’re done, tell Tianbao to buy more.”

“That battle happened years ago, Brother Chen, you needn’t dwell on it,” Ming Xuan sighed helplessly. Though he hadn’t participated in the gathering, he’d fought many duels—in Xiaoyao Sect, he’d clashed with Zhong Wushi; now in Bingcheng, he faced Chen Fanghu’s challenge, each opponent stronger than the last.

In Tai’an City, many new restaurants opened, serving only this type of hot pot; but the prices weren’t cheap, so only the wealthy and noble came.

Once one’s cultivation surpasses a certain threshold in the Tianxu Wasteland, the Divine Burial Seal immediately notices and kills them on the spot with the residual might of the gods.

“Ji Teng, your information is too sharp—you found this place? Keep fighting, I’m going in.” Hua Hua finished speaking, ignored them, and stepped into the spatial rift.

Ye Linghan felt a great threat from that right hand—it seemed a unique attack technique; the Mid-Level Source Energy user’s trait concentrated the power entirely in the five fingers. Though lacking grand aura, it could effortlessly tear through any metal.

“Then why, after the reset, did all the plotlines change? My first meeting with Mu Yunyi—he didn’t even notice me,” Song Shunian asked, puzzled.

Snow kept falling from the sky, as if mourning their sorrow. The blood from the wounded foot dripped onto the snow.

After Mother returned, she flew into a rage, replaced many servants in the household, even Zi Chan was punished; Ye Zheng never came back to the mansion again, vanishing as if erased since that day; Qian Mo lived in the mansion as if forgotten.

But because Xundao Sect disciples had abundant resources, they loved to exhaust enemies directly with them, winning that way. Zhou Cheng didn’t know if this was right, but the training certainly wasn’t perfect; yet he also knew Xundao Sect had grown too accustomed to luxury and now found it hard to return to frugality.

As Cen Qing was still imagining indescribable scenes in her mind, her carriage suddenly slowed, then the shaft jolted slightly, and Shen Jie bent over and stepped inside.

“Call it off? How can we? Aren’t we avenging the Second Prince?” The First Prince only thought to invoke the Second Prince at moments like this.

Though he had once dreamed of avenging his race himself, of turning them into human poles and publicly humiliating them, when the images in his mind became reality, the visual impact was profoundly shocking.

“I never thought dumplings could taste this good!” Wang Yao mumbled through a full mouth, her tongue slightly burned by the hot dumplings, yet she felt deeply satisfied.

Hu Taifei seemed to have anticipated Ling Yueyan’s visit today and had already prepared pastries and fruit tea.

Regardless, Li Yuejie had struck her fifth sister-in-law, and right after marriage at that—truly, if pursued, it would look bad; so the old man’s words clearly aimed to defend Li Yuejie.

Unluckily, before the two Russian battalions could even leave their positions, the revolutionary soldiers had already “crept” up.

But Zhao Yun was different—his potential was limitless, his fortune unparalleled; yet his first half-life was suppressed, his second half rising like a dragon emerging from deep waters.