Chapter 90: Understanding the Art of Drawing Cakes to Fool People!

Fortunately, Qin Beihai ultimately made a bold claim, saying they didn't need the help of Fuguang Sect and could still hold Wunan City without surrendering, which stabilized the situation considerably.

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

After experiencing a silent ambush once, Yu Xiao clearly understood that the Cultivation Realm was no child's game, and there were no established rules.

Song Lei spoke as he placed the receipt directly before him, allowing him to see every single character on it.

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

Yu Xiao emerged contentedly from the crack above the plateau, but before he could discern 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 a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, sufficient to counter the Zhang family.

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

"Mother, Mother… you've come! Are you here to take us in for a better life?" A man sobbed, nose and tears streaming.

Meanwhile, in the pagoda 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 day; now he held overwhelming advantage and controlled the situation, so he wasn't in a hurry—not at all—in fact, the more hidden cards he had, the slower he would reveal them.

Lin Mo bit his lip, silent, and tentatively suggested, "Could this be Wei Che's illusion?" Yet after speaking, he chuckled at himself—centuries ago in the Great Qin, the Empty City Stratagem had been employed once; using it the first time was genius, bold and meticulous, but using it a second time was sheer folly—it was merely handing victory to the enemy.

"I challenge one of the guest ministers attending this banquet," Chen Fanghu declared loudly, his tone brimming with confidence; the entire hall erupted in uproar.

Gu Jiuzhen 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 years ago is past, Brother Chen, no need to dwell on it," Ming Xuan sighed helplessly; though he hadn't participated in the assembly, he'd fought many duels—in Xiaoyao Sect he'd clashed with Zhong Wushi, and now in Bingcheng he faced Chen Fanghu's challenge, each stronger than the last.

In Tai'an City, many new restaurants opened, serving only this type of hot pot; however, the prices were steep, so only the wealthy and noble came.

Once one's cultivation exceeds a certain threshold in the Tianxu Wasteland, the Divine Burial Seal immediately notices and the residual divine power instantly shatters them.

"Ji Teng, your information is too sharp—you found this place too? Keep fighting, I'm going in," Hua Hua said, then turned and stepped into the spatial rift without another word.

Ye Linghan sensed a great threat from that right hand—it seemed a unique attack technique; the Mid-Level Source-Energy user's trait concentrated the entire power into the five fingers; though lacking grand momentum, it could effortlessly tear through any metal.

"Then why, after reset, did all the plotlines change? My first encounter with Mu Yunyi—he didn't notice me at all," Song Shunian asked in confusion.

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 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 directly exhaust enemies with these resources to win; Zhou Cheng didn't know if this was right, but the training certainly wasn't perfect; yet Zhou Cheng 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 entered.

"Call it off? How can we? Are we not avenging the Second Imperial Prince?" The First Imperial Prince only thought to invoke the Second Imperial Prince at moments like this.

Though he had once dreamed of avenging his race himself, though he had dreamed 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, 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 naturally aimed to excuse Li Yuejie.

As luck would have it, the two Russian battalions hadn't yet left their positions when the revolutionary soldiers had already "crept" up.

But Zhao Yun was different—his potential was limitless, his fortune unparalleled; though his early life was suppressed, his later years burst forth like a dragon emerging from deep waters.