Chapter 35: Adjusting Remarkably Well

The Demon Heart naturally understood what the young master was referring to and immediately bowed in response. "Young Master, we've discovered that the rumors originated from a menial disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect and also from Chu Ruoyan's friend, Shen Meier. However, both the menial disciple and Shen Meier are already dead. They were dealt with by Ji Ciyuan's attendant, Ling Ce, but it seems Chu Ruoyan was deliberately fanning the flames behind the scenes. Young Master Yan is already aware of this matter, and lately, he has been getting close to Chu Ruoyan. Their relationship is rather ambiguous, and it's unclear what his intentions are." As he spoke, his expression grew somewhat grave.

Bai Mozhi's face remained cold and indifferent. Her eyes were open, as if she were counting Tangtang's eyelashes. At that moment, the scent of wine reached her, and she frowned deeply.

"What did you do with the spoon?" Tangtang's mind raced with anxiety as she asked, her hand reaching up to tug at Bai Mozhi's collar.

"Let's leave now, everything has been taken care of!" Although the monk was astonished by the power of the Soul Suppressing Tower, he showed little interest and instead reminded Pan Yuhong it was time to go.

Having dealt with the people of Ximen Manor before, he knew better than anyone how formidable their lightness skill was.

"Yes!" Jun Yifan's face was also pale. Like the Spoon, he hadn't slept a wink for days.

Although Wang Hao resented Li Dayou's attitude, he held his temper, knowing Li Dayou had leverage over him.

"Kill!" The elder in the blue robe roared furiously and struck with his palm, aiming to take Qin Ming's life. Qin Ming's face was ashen as he countered with both palms, but he was still no match and was sent flying heavily.

Just as he was about to rush up with a plan, he realized the upper passage was already sealed. Judging by the situation, it seemed only explosives could blast it open.

When killing Ling Si'er, Ling Yu's technique was exceptionally subtle—enough to cause death, but not instantaneously.

"Dammit, you think I won't dare?" Fatty snarled, pulling the police baton from his waist and striking her twice.

Suddenly, Lin Han took a deep breath. Two streaks of firelight shot forth from the brilliance of the shattered supreme fire spirit crystal and entered Lin Han's nostrils.

By continuously expending soul power, any complex martial art could be distilled into its most primordial essence, allowing Lin Han to master them instantly.

Fan Pingan marveled. With spider silk binding Li Lu completely, he couldn't be bothered to help. He simply ate his food and waited for the next group to arrive. Seeing this, Li Lu had no choice but to keep struggling in vain, refusing to ask Fan Pingan for help and resigning himself to his predicament.

Taking a deep breath, the look of inner turmoil and pain vanished from her face, instantly replaced by a forced smile and a relaxed demeanor. Carrying two glasses of red wine, she walked over to Yang Hao.

Everyone in the court knew that Jiang Xun, Prefect of the Capital, was aligned with Duke Lu Lingqing. Now, with such open provocation, was this the beginning of an open conflict?

Just as he had expected, the account books were filled with meticulous records of all the gifts Zhu Xiaotian had sent Zhou Junbo over the years: houses, cars, cigarettes and liquor, antiques and paintings, gold and silver jewelry—nothing was left out.

Jia Haoming stared blankly at the ceiling for several minutes before suddenly shrugging his shoulders and laughing awkwardly.

"You two had better disappear right now, unless you want to end up black and blue," Chen Tianhao said coolly.

The only two matchups needing analysis were Louisville versus Tennessee, and Stanford versus Texas.

With a half-smiling, half-serious expression, all the words Yu Jianghai wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

After much fuss, Xu Feixian chose a luxurious room on the second floor facing directly toward the woodshed.

Snow flew across the training ground, blanketing the sky. When the soldiers began to shout, the snowflakes fell onto them and melted into their bodies.

There was another reason for having the common people begin work so early: the Li family had not given them grain for nothing.

I informed the young lord of my departure date, and then recounted the essentials of my earlier conversation with the King of Qin.