136. The Young Emperor's Request

The words of an old monster stirred the crowd like a stone cast into a still pond, sparking widespread commotion and noisy chatter.

Watching the chilling aura closing in, with his primordial spirit on the verge of collapse, a jade bone within him revived, emitting a low hum. Suddenly, a flicker of fluorescence sparkled—like a spark of fire, it began to burn rapidly.

Zhong Xing felt a deep sense of emotion. After enduring tortures unimaginable to ordinary people, he had returned. Gazing at the LPL championship trophy in the center of the stage, he realized that this time, he was only four matches and ten paces away from it.

Yang Ming thought to himself: Is this not an opportunity? I can infuse her with Confucian spiritual energy now, using it to treat her and cure her of her lecherous tendencies.

Hearing a sudden disturbance at the door, he turned his head instantly. Upon seeing who was walking in, he hurriedly tossed away his cigarette.

This must be a forbidden technique of the Kongsang Divine Clan. It is highly likely that Kongsang Ling'er taught it to Du Nan of her own volition, which would surely bring heavy punishment upon her later.

After hearing the final sentence, Liu Tian, accompanied by Hou Quan, left the town government building and sat back in Shen Yunteng’s car. Amidst the continuous waving of Hou Quan and his party, they drove onto the main road.

"I suspect that tonight, Karina will most likely launch her final wave of attacks against us. Therefore, we need to prepare ourselves like this tonight!!" Zhuang Bi gathered them together and whispered softly.

Chen Tong sat before her, leaning against the sofa. His tall stature, slicked-back hair, and piercing gaze made her feel an involuntary sense of oppression.

He could not return using this method. Fols did not feel disappointed; after all, he had guessed the result before asking, and this was merely a confirmation.

Zhang Han saw the Qin army’s failed pursuit, but he was not angry; such an outcome was within his expectations.

Who could it be? Dongjing? Beilin? Or perhaps Nanzhao? Lin Yi could not help but ponder. The Emperor of Nanzhao would never send people to intercept and kill her halfway. So, was it Dongjing, unwilling to be restrained by her? Or did Beilin or Nanzhao not wish to see Dongjing and Xiqi reconcile?

With a thunderous crash, the city gate below was demolished by the Qin army. The Qin troops swarmed in, shouting, while the city guards rushed down to fight. Yet, countless more soldiers continued to scale the walls using ladders.

Murong had been busy lately and had no time to keep up with the news. Although she had asked her assistant to place the daily newspapers on her desk, she had little time to read them. Had she missed something during this period?

At this moment, Ning Yitian was helplessly standing in the back of the queue, waiting to hand over his storage ring.

There was not a single infantryman, only cavalry. In such a situation, infantry would be sent to their deaths; one does not bring infantry to battle on the grasslands.

Seeing that it was Xiao Mu who had arrived, Murong wore a radiant smile and said, "It’s nothing, I just suddenly felt like drinking." She waved her hand, assuring Xiao Mu that she was truly fine.

Ning Yitian had never had the time to practice the various techniques he learned from the Dragon Group back on Earth. Later, after entering the Golden Core stage, he rarely needed them, so he was quite rusty with their application. He took this opportunity to rehearse them all.

"I won't hide it from you, our other group of spellcasters is already on the way to meet us, and they are carrying several spatial bags. After the passage collapsed, the influence of the magic-suppressing stones was greatly reduced; we just need to pack the things in the mansion and move them elsewhere..." Speaking of their triumph, the naval officers cackled with evil glee.

Meng Ran paused at this point, as if organizing the grammar of what he wanted to say.

In truth, she still felt a sense of regret regarding Li Luchen, though not for romantic reasons, but because she had never had the chance to repay the debt of saving her life.

The office door was pushed open. Zhang Nian assumed it was just a nurse or a patient's family member and paid no mind.

Anyang certainly did not want to marry into a foreign clan where she knew no one, let alone some foolish royal prince or nobleman. If she could not have the one she wanted, she would drag them to hell with her, even in death.

She felt as if something had been hollowed out from within her body—a sense of emptiness that crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Because of this, the well-lit South Gate of Tianmen Pass was never silent; it was bustling with activity at every moment.

Han Junyu gripped his phone, his expression dark and uncertain. This Cheng Yiben was going too far! He wouldn't even let Yin answer the phone? Was he really that idle? Didn't he have enough to keep him busy at the Cheng Corporation? Did he really have the leisure to meddle in Pei Shiyin's affairs? Han Junyu was on the verge of smashing the table.

Though they were weeping now, joy was blossoming in everyone's hearts... these were tears of happiness.

"I..." Pei Shiyin just opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment, Cheng Yiben's phone rang.

Jintan placed the gold inside first. This was an ancient bell-ding that had attained spirit. A sealing array had been placed on the altar, so the bell-ding could only crash against the lotus flower, emitting thunderous booms, yet it could not escape.

"I beg you, Master, take me as your disciple!" The young boy, A Xia, kowtowed heavily on the ground. Each kowtow was extremely loud, as if he meant to smash a deep pit into the floor.

Luo Hongxuan, who was unconscious, was also with Peng Feiyu. I pulled away from Xie Hanwei and her niece to check on him. Seeing that he was merely unconscious and not in any serious danger, my heart eased slightly.

"Alright, let us head to the General's Mansion." Mo Liufeng took a towel from a maid, wiped his hands, and stood up.

Rashly probing into his background without sufficient strength—even if one were lucky enough to survive—might lead to falling into an even deeper trap. Every step was part of his plan, drawing one deeper and deeper into the mire.

The Empress turned her head away. Killing her simply because she suspected she might know something she shouldn't, and doing it right in the Zhengyang Palace, was indeed too hasty. Moreover, since the Emperor cared for her so much, if the truth were ever exposed, she, as the Empress, would have no way to save herself, even with ten mouths to speak.