Chapter 116: The Turning of Stars and the Canhe Finger (Combined Chapter)

After court dismissed, Zhao Ti went to the Ministry of Rites and obtained the list of the Western Xia envoy team; upon inspection, the leader was indeed General Helian Tieshu, but Ye Li Chunfeng, deputy head of Yipintang, was not on the list.

He pondered: if someone of Helian Chunfeng's stature didn't conceal his name, then the list's entries were likely accurate; Ye Li Chunfeng held no high rank and had no reason to hide, so if he didn't come, there was much to be gained.

He carries a Yipintang waist token; Ye Li Chunfeng said he would return and petition for him to become deputy head.

Recalling it, Lianzi and Xia Feng both displayed such sorrow, but Xue Ze alone failed to stir her worry, grief, or shame to any intense degree.

Perhaps someone might say that Song once attacked Zheng and even annexed Cao, and both Zheng and Cao were vassal states of the Ji clan.

"Thank you, Brother Yu, thank you, Brother Yu…" The man's face lit up with excitement upon hearing this.

Yet even though it was hard to adapt, Du Ming gritted his teeth and stayed, constantly reminding himself this was the final time.

There were many powerful beings on this sea, most with peculiar habits, and Baka La could understand.

Before me now appeared two faces ashen with rage, their surfaces cracked with fissures oozing blood threads, and maggots wriggling out from within—terrible beyond words.

"I say, all this is an illusion—do you believe it? Because it's an illusion, your sword qi never once touched me… let alone shattered me." Du Ming shook his head at Changkong Dao Ren.

Typically, imprinting is a process: wear down, repair, wear down again, repair again, until the novice is worn into a seasoned expert.

Saitama, as usual, lay on the deck basking in the sun, lounging in a reclining chair as he leisurely read today's latest newspaper.

Xu Qianqian's eyes flickered with despair—indeed, it was all fake. There had never been hope to begin with.

Yan Yunle's shout rang out sharply in the quiet forest, catching the attention of the disciples resting and cooling off.

"Why have you changed your attitude toward Shu Yan?" Zhang Zexi asked curiously after swallowing a bite.

Their grotesque forms, even to me who had seen countless dead bodies, provoked an involuntary remark.

Even if Father Emperor has arranged a good match for me, I must sincerely thank him. Let's see who comes to propose in a few days—I'll be sure to take a good look.

Mu Nanshuang clutched the jar in her arms as if Lianyun were still with her, granting her great comfort. Her injuries were so severe she lay bedridden for over half a month before rising—this recovery was only possible thanks to the unique Bai Yu Duanxu Ointment of the You Zun.

Chu Jinghan clearly understood the key point, but now every major state affair, big or small, depended on her.

Around Ye Nan's body hovered a faint green light membrane, shielding him from Zhu Yuntian's attacks.

Though a single iron rod floating was strange, as someone born at the endpoint, what spectacle hadn't he seen?

Miaomiao's father was passed out drunk—he'd consumed an extraordinary amount of alcohol, muttering, "Lady, Lady, I haven't drunk, I'm not drunk, I haven't drunk." Miaomiao's mother, furious, slapped him.

Wasn't it all for him to do something? For him to sacrifice himself? Wasn't it said they'd protect him no matter what? Wang Dehai watched Lin Huifen gaze at him with an expression of "I've finally won," and suddenly felt he himself was the most ridiculous.

Han Yun murmured softly; only he knew how much power he had just used, yet he hadn't expected this man to detect it—and successfully neutralize it.

She just has too many godmothers: Wu Meijuan claims to be her godmother, Aunt Chen Juan says she is too, and Aunt Cheng Huihui also insists on claiming the title.

Even dealings between the Empire and the Five Hundred Worlds are not handled by the Diplomatic Office, but by a department directly under the Lord of Tailong.