Chapter 187: 182 A Mess of Chicken Feathers

Baixiaosheng's boss status is off.

This is the conclusion reached by Lu Haiying and Zhong Zhiling through recent joint observation.

Lu Haiying believes her senior brother is likely troubled by love.

Zhong Zhiling, returning from an inspection in the south, believes his senior brother has always been highly dedicated; his downturn must be work-related, and this recent decision to cut heat levels proves he has likely been bearing pressure from the investors.

Sigh, who knows what's really going on behind the scenes with Senior Brother.

"Is he really that good at cuisine? How can he use the title 'Tong Huang'?" Zhong Lingyu felt annoyed; in his view, the title 'Tong Huang' wasn't something anyone could claim.

So politics is never as simple as it appears. Victory and defeat are decided by politics, not military power, and certainly not by economy or livelihood—all of these, whether military, economic, or livelihood-related, are merely parts of politics.

"What's going on?" Tie Muyun asked, alarmed, fearing Tie Lianmeng might be offered as tribute to the Eight-Headed Serpent.

Lady Hua had been here many days; though she never left the house, Zhou Rong'er often visited, and other neighbors frequently came to check on her, bringing clothes, food, and supplies, and thus knew a bit about the manor's affairs. Seeing the three enter, she immediately bowed in greeting.

Peng Weihua had originally planned to capture Duan Guinan, extract money from him, relocate to Wuhua Town, and then find a chance to leave Fushan—but the news brought by the cockroach filled him with dread, forcing him to hide in the village and dare not step outside.

Xiao Yue believed his perception was strong, yet he had failed to sense their true strength until just now, when he clashed fists with the Leopard King, finally feeling the aura radiating from the Leopard King and understanding his true power.

He exited the highway at one point, then stopped somewhere; Jin Runan was completely baffled, unsure what had happened, feeling that Zhong Lingyu was looking at her as if she were an idiot.

In an instant, the blood-shadow figure above his head suddenly extended one arm; the arm swelled violently in the wind, transforming in an instant into a giant serpent, its palm as large as a fan, reaching out into the air. Instantly, dark clouds gathered, sunlight dimmed, a thick, foul stench surged forward, and the towering palm slammed down toward Lan Ling.

"Hah, we don't fear Biao Qi or Sun Guaizi—what are these dogs worth? If they don't obey, crush them—better yet, uproot them entirely. Saves the headache." Peng Weihua's words grew more aggressive; though he'd mellowed lately, he still couldn't control himself when faced with this kind of situation.

"Aren't we being too cruel?" Lin Wanghu watched as the man, just moments after being helped into the carriage by his servant, began sobbing uncontrollably from within. He unconsciously glanced toward He Jingxuan.

"An ordinary man bears no guilt, yet possessing a treasure invites blame. You surely understand this principle," Wang Jiu said.

Yet in the vast universe, world-seed plundering has occurred countless times—never before has a world's destined child emerged with such terrifying cultivation at the moment of condensing its world-seed.

Yet no one dared mock Nan Gong Yu—not only because he possessed extraordinary cultivation talent, having entered the Divine Yuan realm before turning a hundred, and now stood at Divine Yuan Third Layer, where even among Divine Yuan cultivators he was no weakling.

But the Ice God primarily mastered the art of the bow, making ice his core principle, honing his ability for long-range assassination.

In his early days, his first fortune came from selling Binghuo Niang at the Batong Auction House, where he met Old Xia.

Murong Jue's words drew everyone's attention, but she shook her head, squinting.

Chu Mu was in good spirits; indeed, one capable of becoming an Emperor and founding his own clan was no ordinary being. Emperor Yuanmu's wisdom and resolve were extraordinary—this was good news for Chu Mu and the Jietian Sect, at least ensuring the Yuanmu Imperial Clan, under Yuan Lian's control, would not act foolishly.