Volume 1, Chapter 161: Immorality

“I’m not sure if I have feelings for you, but your stubbornness is undeniable.”
Shen Chaowu was nearly infuriated.
Her flawless, pale skin flushed faintly pink. “The one who asked me to kiss you was Zhou Jingdu. The one who said I had feelings for you was also Zhou Jingdu.”
Wanting it both ways—it was utterly infuriating.
Unbeknownst to her—
Zhou Jingdu’s deep eyes darkened, a barely perceptible smile playing at his lips. “Miss, I never told you my name. How did you come to know it?”
Everyone had gathered in the Qihengxing hall, exchanging polite introductions, the atmosphere lively and harmonious.
Seeing Dou Yaer tilt her head and Ma slow his pace, Zhou Mengyuan deduced it was the alcohol taking effect and called for a halt.
Ning Tian seemed unaware, entering the valley and arriving by the stream, gazing at his reflection in the water.
After relocating to the frontier, more Han Chinese gathered in Hetao and Monan, with an increasing number of Hu people adopting Han customs. Under Zhu Houzhao’s special decree, a provincial administration was established in Hetao, with all such jurisdictions henceforth called provinces. Hetao was granted provincial status, and Mongol tribes stationed in the region were allowed to participate in the Hetao imperial examinations.
Zhu Houzhao was not worried about Prince Ning’s rebellion but was obliged to handle the officials and gentry implicated by the unrest with caution.
“Brother Emperor, why?” Nan Lingyu asked in confusion. Northern Chu and Great Sheng had just established friendly relations, so why suddenly amass troops at the border? Was His Majesty intent on war with Great Sheng?
If Wang Ji acted, then the Red Hair faction would surely follow. At present, Donquixote was isolated and vulnerable; this might very well be the end.
Dong Shen always valued appearance; to him, neat attire showed respect for others and the outside world. Thus, upon learning she owned several pairs of ripped jeans, he disdained them. Every time she wore them, he frowned. Once, unable to hold back, he told her, “Nannan, listen to me—don’t wear those pants anymore.”
At this hour, the VIP lounge was not crowded, yet Li Mazi insisted on sitting between the two of us.
“I simply disdain others’ suspicions. There are too many who speculate about me, doubt me, or hate me—not that you’re any different,” Jiang Xingyu said and left directly.
The photo was obtained from Dong Yuehe; it showed Jiang Zhou shortly after enlisting—sharp brows, starry eyes, a murderous gleam. Handsome and undeniably formidable.
To avoid misunderstandings and public panic, they promptly clarified the matter through official media.
The dining table left behind by the elderly couple was already crowded with Luo Mu and six main Pokémon, not to mention three new recruits and unknown Pokémon yet to hatch from future eggs.
The crown prince looked unsteady; if he found out, he might faint or at least cough up blood.
Qiao Ke pointed toward Sheng Xia’s room. Sheng Xia immediately understood, stood, and led Qiao Ke toward her room.
Luo Mu shot a disappointed glance at Paipa, who had no intention of intervening. Instead, he softened his steps, planning to slip away quietly.
This was normal; subordinates who earned merits wouldn’t have their martial arts rewards delivered from Tian Du, after all.
From the age of five, Feng Ke followed her father; by twelve, her father had them travel together with her elder brother. Now fifteen, she had made the journey herself more than a dozen times.
Yuan Yuanfan then discovered that the neighboring villa was the true new residence, belonging to Jiang Zhou. The house he had just visited was Yuan Yuan’s; the two homes were adjacent.
He pondered carefully, afraid a single misword would cause his target to abandon him and seek another.
Moyan whispered softly; she wanted to lift that detestable mask, but her hands were restrained, immobile. Instinctively, she struggled fiercely.
“Ah? It’s a Dark Crystal Mushroom! It grants non-attribute beasts or warriors a dark element artifact!” Xue’er exclaimed in surprise.
Her father had always adhered to strict working hours over the years, striving to spend as much time with family as possible—a devoted husband and father.
Just as Xu Yang finished speaking, a middle-aged man approached from a distance. His demeanor was steady, his steps firm, wearing a flat cap that hid his expression.
Hawthorne helped push the car into the Shen family courtyard, dumped the corn on the ground, and, without resting, prepared to return to the troops.
“Officer Su, what’s going on?” The butler pointed to the forensic and trace inspection personnel behind Su Tong, the first to inquire.
Su Tong did not hesitate, immediately calling customs to send personnel and contacting the bureau to request cryptographers.
Su Tong was seething, not only because Xu Sa disregarded his own body but also because he casually mentioned “death” with such nonchalance.
Yu Sheng’s pale fingers nervously clutched her clothes. She intended to look away from his eyes but found herself unable, as if an inexplicable force drew her in.
“This… how is this possible!? How can he have so many powerful protectors!? Who is he, really!?” Hei Yazi murmured in stunned disbelief.
As the illusory thought descended, golden light manifested in the sky. After eighteen golden Arhats appeared, five hundred voice-hearing Arhats rose one by one, all bathed in radiant Buddhist light.
Hearing this, Bai Yu hastily stopped Ye Haoran. The opponent had just recovered to the initial stage of Clear Spirit cultivation; if allowed to wield the East Rising Sword again, they would have no chance to resist.
The guard took hold of the musk deer, bitterly realizing the root of all trouble was this very deer. Frustrated, he punched its back several times as he spoke.
Liu Hai’s sword intent howled forth, instantly engulfing the Bright God Emperor, leaving only a stone radiating seven-colored light.
Everyone stared at Lin Hao in utter shock; none expected him to say such words. Could he really be lovesick?
This scene brought a sneer to Liu Tongwei’s lips, but He Fangzhi frowned slightly, sensing the matter was more complicated than it seemed.
Among the refugees, the children refused to leave their parents. Though the parents were reluctant to part with their children, if the children stayed, they would suffer from hunger and cold, possibly dying any day.
Thus, upon learning their forces were blocked by human cultivators, he was the first to charge forward.
The giant peak was in a completely different league from before. Originally yellow, it had now transformed into a mightier golden hue, sensing Liu Hai’s provocation of heavenly wrath.
When called by phone and looking at his father, he saw none of the former vigor. His father had wasted away, hair grayed, a man in his fifties appearing eighty.