Chapter 125: Administering the Medicine

"Pfft!"

Li Qianjue spat out a mouthful of black blood, and the ghost sedan instantly shattered into pieces. He staggered, steadying himself in the void, ghost fire flickering beneath his feet. The crimson marks at the corners of his eyes glowed with an increasingly bewitching light.

"Saint Shangguan truly lives up to his reputation."

He wiped the blood from his lips and looked up, catching sight of Chu Yuyao nestled in the arms of Shangguan Yuheng. They stood upon the remnants of a spirit boat, their sleeves intertwined.

"Interesting... are the old flames rekindling?"

As for Li Xiuli, she was someone Chu Yun had always suspected; in his heart, she had been thoroughly branded as a villain.

*Cough, cough.* Chu Yun felt a sense of temporal disorientation, as if he had been transported back to his school days, caught by a homeroom teacher for puppy love.

"Tell me your thoughts. It is one thing for me to accept it, but I hope the rest of the family can as well." Zhao Guodong finally relented. As the current head of the family, once he gave his approval, half the resistance would essentially vanish.

In the past, this was something they never dared to imagine. Had anyone told them they could earn one thousand yuan a month back then, they would have spat in that person's face. *Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I’m that easily swindled?*

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a bang. A military officer stood in the doorway wearing a raincoat, and from his disheveled appearance, it was clear he had braved the torrential rain to find them.

"Listen clearly: I am asking for your opinions! Those who oppose must state their reasons and provide a solution for the problem of 'bumper harvests hurting farmers'; those who support must offer their own suggestions for this plan." Emperor Shenzong of Song spoke somewhat unreasonably, but who could challenge him? He was the Emperor, after all.

And what do you mean you didn't reap any benefits? Year after year, you’ve had several pieces of YSL haute couture—are those not benefits? Is your annual salary of one hundred thousand not a benefit? Go ask around in Shengbang; how many people in this day and age can pull a six-figure salary? Do you know Feng Zhiye has already complained to me several times about it?

***

Li Haiyang and his men were not rebels after all. Seeing the opposition lower their weapons, he gestured, and the Flying Tigers raised their muzzles as well. From this gesture alone, it was evident that the leader of the military police was a man of experience.

Chu Yun was busy imagining all sorts of strange things when the Third Prince’s reply abruptly interrupted his wayward thoughts.

Liu Hongjun knew that by targeting Liang Dehui, he would inevitably face backlash, and he had long prepared himself to be "questioned."

With a chattering sound, the giant wolf spider staggered, wobbling incessantly on its web until, losing its grip, it plummeted off the cliff.

Who would have guessed that the very next second, the man beside her would take off his suit jacket and drape it over her shoulders.

It was precisely for this reason that Red Boy, in order to save Princess Iron Fan, had no choice but to agree to the conditions of the Bodhisattva Guanyin.

Jiang Liyu’s mother was a highly respected senior in the industry, and there were simply too many people who dreamed of becoming Jiang Jizhe’s student! Everyone craved the honor of her guidance.

Such a growth-type magical artifact was even more precious than typical spirit treasures; after all, from the Primordial Era to the present, Tang Mo had only ever heard of one such item.

Song Yixi’s pupils contracted slightly. After a long moment, she turned back mechanically, twisted the key, and walked through the door.

A massive roar shook the entire valley, causing the battlefield within to pause for a heartbeat as countless eyes turned toward Ao Guang.

That Ruan Yunfei and Jin Bo could be named among the nation’s top physicians at their age—without any cheats or systems—was due not only to their talent but to an obsession and love for traditional medicine, much like a master swordsman’s pursuit of the Way of the Sword.

Suoxiang Men dodged deceptively and blocked solidly, starting with one hand to parry the enemy before being forced to engage with both.

Li Yaodong walked in and went straight to Mo Ya, reaching out to snatch the contract from her hand, as well as the one held by Kelly, who stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief.

Every genius possesses pride, and that goes double for a super-genius like the Moon Blood Monarch! Within the Bloodthirsty Clan, he had always been the premier talent, a rarity in a thousand years. Among his peers here, one could say he found no rival. While a few were indeed close to his level, there was still a tangible gap.

***

Dappled sunlight spilled into the green woods of Heaven Ranch, filling the entire expanse with vitality. With the grass growing and orioles flying, the ranch was already bustling with the empire’s elite early in the morning.

"Alright, just please take care of your health, you hear?" Zheng Shixin said, hugging Zheng Haisheng’s arm with a worried expression.

If it had just been Nangong Ping teaching her a lesson, that would be one thing—he had, after all, done her a favor. But now, even Nangong Ping’s servant dared to challenge her, showing her no respect whatsoever. She felt so humiliated that she did not show her face before Nangong Ping for days.

Tsunade nodded. "I know, which is why I sent Sai and Asuma along. One is Danzo’s spy, and the other is the Third Hokage’s son. Only with them there can we prove we didn't let Naruto go privately." Jiraiya whispered a comforting word, though a flicker of worry remained in his eyes.

"Go!" the man at the late stage of the God King realm said without hesitation. The dozen or so people were formidable and of unknown origin, but one look told him they belonged to a major power. He had no desire to provoke them and retreated decisively.

The destruction of the Chen family could be traced back, fundamentally, to the lust of the playboy Chen Xiaoming.

"He... Tianxing has transformed again!" Kuang Mie exclaimed, his face filled with shock. Back in the Ghost Realm, he had seen Nie Tianxing transform; every time he did, he gained terrifying power.

Because they performed frequently on various programs, they were dubbed "actors," which was also their official designation within the government, such as Level Two Actor, Level One Actor, and so on.

On both sides of the pavilion, the pathways and corridors were lined with flowers and plants for people to tend, or perhaps some rare medicinal herbs that had no names.

Yet, deep inside, Ning Wanqiu felt an unwillingness to accept that Xie Xianyin—who had always been gentle as water, kind-hearted, and content to stay in her shadow—had suddenly become the center of attention, surrounded by admirers, overshadowing the glory and honor that should have been hers.