Chapter 38: The Brother and Sister Sacrificed to the Mountain God

The reception desk at the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs headquarters received a report and immediately notified other departments, requesting personnel be dispatched to investigate the Changyang area.

A-Wei had just returned from outside when he saw several colleagues rushing toward the conference room. He grabbed one of them and asked, "What's going on? Why the hurry?" The man was a regular acquaintance with whom he had gone on missions before. "Don't ask. Someone reported an anomaly in the Changyang area, but the detectors didn't pick up any..."

After being struck in both eyes by Huangfu Xian, the spirit fox convulsed in agony, its limbs twitching until it finally went still.

Lin Feng looked at Nalan Changjiang and Baili Mohe with a smile, unceremoniously pocketing the two trillion high-grade Heaven Stones as they spoke.

"Have you ever seen this silver-hinged bracelet inlaid with Southern pearls?" the divine doctor Mu asked, finally producing the piece.

"Sigh, don't even mention it. I, Old Sun, am a stone monkey by nature; once I enter the water, I lose nine-tenths of my cultivation. It didn't matter when I was at the Great Luo level, but now that my cultivation has dropped to the early Golden Immortal stage, even if I go into the water, I can't beat him!" Sun Wukong finished, depressed, and plopped onto the ground, clearly in a foul mood.

During the day at the temple, he had been startled by her words—or, more accurately, his heart had skipped a beat. When he tried to confirm it with her again, she merely claimed she was angry he hadn't come to rescue her sooner. As for her original statement about not wanting to leave him, she never mentioned it again, insisting he had misheard.

"Very well, I will return to the manor with Father first, then head to the General's residence." The three generations of the Yang family exited the palace gates. Old General Yang mounted his horse to return to the camp and reorganize his troops, while Yang Zhaowu and his father headed to the General's residence.

One must realize that in this Journey to the West world, teeming with experts and powerful figures, high-level cultivation techniques, while precious, were not exactly rare.

Yan Xiaoxiao watched as Jin Guangyan ate his porridge with the elegance of someone dining on steak. She secretly admired him; not every scion of a wealthy family possessed such refinement. Yet, the thought that she had seemingly made another mistake crossed her mind, and she became increasingly tangled over how to broach the subject and clear up the misunderstanding.

"I had some doubts before, but once I saw this Dragon King, I was essentially certain," Wang Yan said indifferently, his face full of sarcasm.

She had known Chu Aotian for less than two years and had only spent one Valentine's Day with him—this year—but he had been abroad in Dubai at the time.

She was not a practitioner of the Tao, and while her master abstained from meat, she had no such restrictions. However, to avoid disrespecting the Three Pure Ones, she usually went into Zhangzhou City to satisfy her cravings.

Ye Xintong looked at the onlookers with elegance, acting as if nothing at all had just happened.

With the situation in Western Xia now stable and its military and politics consolidated, the Great Song had lost its chance to pacify and eliminate Western Xia.

After nightfall, although the gates of the Great Song imperial city were locked, Pan Renmei and He Jianzhang were still in the Funing Palace, discussing major matters with Empress Dowager Pan.

What was called "severe punishment" was, in reality, nothing more than a special favor and protection for a piece of human trash like Zhong Feifan.

The driver who picked them up was a manager from a branch office, whom Wei Yu had notified by phone while Shen Guyuan was still on the plane.

The woman looked at her husband and said flatly. Though she used no physical gestures, the aura of a "tigress" was successfully released. Her status in the household was clear at a glance.

Suddenly, Chen Chen's gaze was drawn to a head that had just popped up beside him. "Who is she..." Suppressing his confusion, Chen Chen asked.

The one thing Ye Xintong and Ye Zhuoli had in common was that they both valued their public image above all else.

Wei Zhongtian knelt and shouted "Long live" again, his body trembling with excitement. Of course, it was a performance, but in this deep palace of intrigue, those who could not perform would have long since ended up in the incinerators of the Eastern Pass. How could they hold a position as hot as Wei Zhongtian's?

If I agree to you directly, I'll be humiliated; but if I refuse you outright, what if you get hurt?