Chapter 40

Xie Sufang rarely leaves the palace herself on ordinary days, usually sending Wang Deqian, the current Emperor's personal eunuch, in her stead. That she would head to a merchant's household today left Ye Qing unable to fathom what medicine the Empress was brewing in her gourd.

"This is the Xiangliu set that the Sect Master once used. If Liang Yuanyuan refuses to come out, Wei Maoqi will certainly be unable to do anything to her!" Pang Yu said.

After the State of Wei occupied Hanzhong, the world entered a rare period of peace. All nations were recuperating, preparing for the next battle of life and death.

Guanzi did not insist on keeping the Ninth Master, nor did he try to see him off, but was simply refused by the Ninth Master. Guanzi did not engage in any overly clever flattery; he merely watched from upstairs as the Ninth Master’s old Red Flag car slowly drove away, before wiping the sweat from his forehead and collapsing into his seat.

Seeing the matter settled, the two elders felt much more relaxed. They smiled and accepted Ling Lang’s bow with peace of mind.

Ice arrows exploded one after another, turning into snowflakes that drifted down from the sky like pristine white petals or dancing feathers. Under the sunlight, they shimmered, looking truly beautiful.

Seeing the Holy Soul of Lord Guan accept the challenge, the War Soul of Yan Liang said no more, turning to glance at the man in the tight-fitting attire.

Yes, from the very beginning, Zhang Er had followed Kuai Che’s advice and ordered the entire army to attack the city, holding back not a single soldier.

At this moment, Yelü Chucai, having calmed down, finally recalled the conditions Ye Qing had proposed. Only by meeting these conditions would Ye Qing choose to make concessions regarding Li Shi'er.

King Ping of Wei did not decline. He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of fish, and placed it into his mouth. His eyes lit up instantly; he felt the fish was fresh, tender, and fragrant, praising it repeatedly as "delicious."

Hearing Mu Zhen’s words and glancing at Lu Jue beside her, she knew that defying the official was undoubtedly like throwing an egg against a rock—did she even have the nerve? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shiver. She immediately bowed and said timidly, "This servant dares not. This servant takes her leave," and backed away while still bowed.

I was originally curious why the giant python didn't eat the raw souls immediately but came to deal with me instead. Now it seems it wanted to eliminate all unfavorable factors first, so it could enjoy the raw souls in peace.

...those glorious times; those skeleton soldiers were truly terrifying. So many powerful clansmen were slaughtered by them.

Facing this expanse, Lin Yue saw hundreds of passages, each a hexagonal cave, spread out one after another beneath the desert.

At this point, he had gradually figured out that these "entries" were likely some form of "divine power," merely manifesting in a form of entries that he himself could more easily adapt to.

As far as the current investigation went, the fact that the injuries on Lu Sili’s body did not match the description of the scene was enough for Helan Chushi to escape trouble.

"Of course," Tantai Rongruo was in a good mood today, as were the four great elders behind her.

Similar to the maple tree, its flowers and leaves could be smelled from hundreds of miles away. It is called the Soul-Returning Tree. One chops its wood and heart, boils them in a jade cauldron, takes the juice, and simmers it over a low fire until it becomes like black maltose, which can then be rolled into pills. This is called Soul-Returning Fragrance, or sometimes the Soul-Shaking Pill.

So-called claustrophobia is a relatively common phobia, an anxiety disorder regarding enclosed spaces. Patients may experience panic symptoms or fear of such symptoms in certain situations, such as inside elevators, train carriages, or airplane cabins.

"Yi Li?" Yi Zhandong chewed on the name. Seeing once again the disdain in Yi Li’s eyes when looking at those fertile fields, his inner pride felt another sharp sting.

"To be able to remain so calm under my strike, it seems you have quite a lot of courage." A voice came from the dark clouds in the sky, the ancestor of extreme yin speaking in a way that ignored the question, leaving Han Li unsure if he was being praised or belittled.

As he spoke, he walked over, grabbed Ross by the arm, and hauled the big-headed man up.

Wang Bei merely smiled lightly, flicked the reins with both hands, and the cloud horse moved forward once again.

Qin Fan looked toward the one-horned dragon again and discovered that several scales had been clawed off its back. Sure enough, the Winged Tiger had tossed the dragon scales aside after peeling them off. Qin Fan secretly noted their location.

The two free Earth Emperor Nails let out a sharp cry, then simultaneously transformed into two seven-colored long snakes, shooting like lightning toward the body of the Mother of Insect Mites.

"The three fellow Daoists had best not think about opening the lid midway; otherwise, should anything happen, don't blame Yuan for not warning you in advance." The big-headed man seemed to have seen through the others' thoughts and spoke up to warn them.

Moreover, Qin Fan’s mental willpower was originally incomparably strong. Being in a calm state, his aura naturally grew more and more powerful as his strength increased.

"Everyone, retreat quickly!" Seeing the sword strike Qin Fan unleashed, Feng Qianxiong’s expression became even uglier. Clearly sensing that this strike from Qin Fan was far more fierce and overbearing than the last, he shouted loudly.

"Tsk tsk, this river is indeed peculiar. It is so calm on the surface, yet as violent as a raging waterfall underneath. It must lead directly to a river deep underground. The freezing power here also seems to be quite significant." After a long while, Han Li withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself.

Hong Jinbao kept this kindness in his heart, which was why he never demanded high pay at Golden Harvest; he let them decide what to give, and he held He Guanchang in great respect.

Xu Shulou was visibly repulsed. Perhaps he should consider finding a guide who didn't live such a destitute life, with eyes only for the street vendors at the alley entrance.

The strongest demigod, Radahn, had lost his sanity so long ago that his subordinates had completely lost hope of curing the general. According to their agreement with Radahn, a warrior should die on a glorious battlefield rather than slowly decay.

Rather than having to explain in a hurry later, it was better to reveal a little to the other party beforehand, which could also enhance the mutual trust between master and apprentice.

Jia Liang had already figured out what Gu Xiayang did; whether it was magazines or filming movies, he knew nothing about it.

With Lu Yuntao gone, Zhu Guoliang, who had been tasked with the mission in a crisis, could not withstand the pincer attack from the Shaw Brothers. Having no other choice, he transferred the Yung Hwa Film Studio and its theater business to Golden Harvest, gradually withdrawing from the Hong Kong film production market and only participating in film distribution.

The thirty-something Li Guoxing looked at the twenty-something Gu Xiayang with deep emotion; being the son of a wealthy family was just an identity, but those who could advance by leaps and bounds because of it were rare.

At the same moment, the Oranguru on the side glowed with white light, and an unknown item flew from its body into the Wishiwashi.

"Fourth Aunt is a good person." After Lu Jingzhi finished speaking, Zhou Ziyun dared not look at her; being praised to her face like that was quite embarrassing.