Volume 1, Chapter 150: Digging a Pitfall

Jin Yao gave a faint, elegant nod.
He found it difficult to say much, as his mother indeed spoke of Shen Zhaowu every single day.
After all, his mother and Aunt Fu had a relationship as close as sisters.
While Aunt Fu was still alive, his mother had truly looked upon Shen Zhaowu as her own daughter.
However, after the turmoil in the Shen family, Shen Yanzhou brought Jiang Yao home, causing Shen Zhaowu's reputation among the high-society circles to plummet drastically, almost reaching a point of infamy.
At that time, his mother had even entertained the thought of having him break off the engagement.

Le Xing raised her eyes to look at the man sitting opposite her. He appeared to be middle-aged, extremely emaciated, and bore the look of someone suffering from severe malnutrition.
Once they obtained the basic information regarding this plant, they immediately set out to prepare for harvesting the green leaves.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Jiang Zhanhong to bestow upon her the title of Princess Rong'an. Although the title of Princess Rong'an currently lacked any real political significance, any title personally granted by the emperor carried immense weight.

Chu Yan's wind-like figure vanished swiftly through the doorway of the ancestral hall, leaving a person and a fox standing in stunned silence not far behind.
The next second, accompanied by a sharp pang of pain, Liu Feng's index finger was unwittingly pricked by the gemstone, drawing a bead of blood.
After all, the news they published was verified information, entirely unlike the wild guesswork and speculative analyses circulating across the internet.

Barely a minute later, hundreds of comments had already accumulated. Fu Shiqi lowered his gaze slightly toward his phone screen, his eyes half-drooped, long and delicate eyelashes casting faint shadows across his eyelids, his tall and slender figure cut a striking silhouette.

In the afternoon, Zhou Yang and Miao Miao split up into two teams. Miao Miao went upstairs to wait in line, while Zhou Yang turned toward the coffee shop.
Fortunately, Yu Ziqing did not agree. With the assistance of Zhao Huayu, he supported An Youbo and helped him into the bedroom.
"Alright everyone, please form a neat queue and come in one by one!" Liu Feng nodded, opening the door to let them enter, and then began diagnosing ailments for the uncles and elders.

Maids stepped forward to clear the path, using wooden sticks to rustle through the dense grass and push aside low-hanging tree branches. Delicate and pampered as Pear Blossom and Lotus might usually appear within the manor, they were, after all, individuals who had experienced hardship and toil in the past, making such tasks second nature to them. Their efficient execution left Ruan Mianmian, her maid, along with Taozhi and Yuegui, staring in absolute bewilderment.

The central dynasty still maintained a garrison of nine thousand troops at the foot of the Seven Sages Mountain. As long as Atushi managed to rendezvous with them, he would have nothing to fear from Sun Wukong, ensuring at the very least the safety of his life.

Marquis Shen remained in the estate for only two days. Before leaving, he summoned his three sons to deliver a lengthy reprimand, and also paid a visit to Prime Minister Qin's residence. No one knew how he negotiated with the Prime Minister, but in any case, Old Madam Qin and her daughter-in-law completely piped down, no longer jumping up and down or clamoring to demand young master Jue's life in exchange.

The Jade Emperor departed from the Hall of Miraculous Mist and walked toward the inner chambers. The scheme he had devised with Xu Jingyang required the enthusiastic cooperation of the Queen Mother. A young figure emerged from the Queen Mother's chambers, beaming with smiles. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Curtain-Lifting General.

In truth, upon observing the surrounding environment, he was well aware that those Iron-tier adventurers were entirely unsuited for this place.
"Enough, enough! Let her be, for I can no longer manage her anyway." Old Madam Qin waved her hand dismissively, wearing an expression of weary indifference.

Hearing her grandfather's words, Shen Wei felt deeply unsettled. The catastrophic ordeal that befell the Great General's Manor had stripped away far more than just human lives; it had also shattered her grandfather's fiery spirit and sharp edge. She could understand her grandfather's present state of mind, yet she had no intention of letting the matter rest. Some people and some matters would not simply spare you just because you chose to step back and yield.

Meeting Shen Wei's malicious gaze, the group of brothers led by Shen Qian felt their scalps tingle ominously as a deep sense of foreboding rose from the depths of their hearts.
After tidying up and drinking the ginger brown sugar soup prescribed by the doctor, Shen Wei felt considerably more comfortable. The physician had warned that her constitution had suffered severe depletion during her childhood, leaving her body prone to cold and deficiency, which required meticulous care and nourishment; otherwise, she would continue to endure agony every single month.

"There's no need for that either. Brother Yang is feeling unwell and probably has no appetite," Ling Er said with a sorrowful expression.
At that moment, the Ice Infant Spirit wore an aggrieved look. Having hoped to perform a meritorious service and win praise from Ziyang, it never expected to be met with Ziyang's suspicion instead.

Ling Fan felt as though his physical form was continuously spinning while plunging deeper and deeper, as if some unseen, powerful force was irresistibly pulling him downward.
Uncle Du had miraculously survived. Yet witnessing Zhao Zhao at that moment—wielding the Sun God Sword with demonic flames raging across his body, embodying the ultimate fusion of divinity and demonic might prepared to do battle with the heavens and the earth—he realized he would have been better off dead! For Zhao Zhao would never spare him.

Upon hearing this, the Empress deduced from the bizarre nature of the incident that Zhuge Jin's words were entirely justified. If a palace servant and the ruler of a nation grew overly intimate, outsiders might not voice their opinions, but the consorts and concubines within the inner palace would undoubtedly harbor grievances.

Although regular military forces rarely resorted to lethal measures, an army was still an army after all, bound by its own bottom line. If they gave you a chance to flee and you stubbornly chose to wait it out upon the mountain, the blades of the military would certainly show no mercy. Any slower, straggling bandits would be mercilessly cut down by the troops without a single moment of hesitation.

"It is indeed the remains of an ancient primordial race, and its master possessed the cultivation of the late Nascent Soul stage!" A flash of divine light erupted from Xuan Qingzi's eyes as he swept his gaze across the feathered wings, employing a rare and profound spiritual eye technique.

The tip of the spear shifted and shot forward explosively. The icicles blocking its path shattered into pieces one after another. This spear of ice and snow, carrying the overwhelming might to freeze all life to death, hurtled straight toward Lord Long.

Ye Ya furrowed his brows and nodded slowly. Although he possessed experience in leading squads on missions of a similar nature, the previously explored Hidden City felt as safe as a children's zoo compared to this current realm. The boundless unknown lurking here had completely surpassed the limits of what he could control.

Bo Qingchen, Bo Zongren, Bo Lanyue, alongside Bo Tianxiang and his sister, were all taken aback, completely failing to anticipate such remarks. Nevertheless, they all expressed their approval; after all, the former residences of the Shui and Luo families had remained undamaged and finally found a practical purpose today.

Ziyang's soldiers had never witnessed such demonic troops before. Seeing their eerie and terrifying appearance, the men were scared out of their wits, completely forgetting even how to flee.

The very next instant after Liu Zhen's figure dissipated, a flushed-faced Liu Zhen let out a reluctant, low roar before likewise transforming into a pile of ashes that scattered between heaven and earth.

Having been pampered boundlessly by the Old Dragon King and thoroughly indulged with lavish care, her complexion remained so smooth that not a single trace of time had left its mark, making it impossible to guess her true age.

That was a tearful smile upon awakening, that was joyful weeping within a hazy dream, yet the feelings seemed both hauntingly familiar and indistinctly blurred.

Tilting back his neck to drain the remaining wine in his cup, Zhang Jiaze turned back toward the computer screen, finally revealing a satisfied smile upon reviewing the revised script.

Qin Yingyue had already overheard the conversation between Prince Chen and Physician Ju, but she deliberately kept her eyes closed, feigning deep slumber so as to appear completely unaware of Prince Chen's arrival.

At bedtime, Huang Qiurong thoughtfully arranged for her distinguished guest to stay alone in a newly built room on a separate wooden bed.

Along the way, I could not help but inwardly mock myself. Having been brothers with Qi Yang for all these years, he still failed to comprehend my temperament; if so, upon whom could I ever depend within this bustling, chaotic city?

"We await the leader's command!" The Xiongnu soldiers cried out the words in unison. Though their voices lacked absolute uniformity, Qiangqu could still perceive the intense, burning martial spirit radiating from their desperate, roaring shouts, causing the smile on his face to widen even further.