Volume One, Chapter 23: Inviting Duke Yansheng to Preside Over the Coronation Ceremony?

“Your Majesty, I have matters to report.” Just as Zhu Quan was preparing to rise and leave, Ren Taiheng suddenly stepped forward from among the court officials.

When it came to food, Wu Fan could hardly be called a true gourmet. Yet, he was capable of learning—dedicated to diligent study and constant self-improvement.

Everyone was puzzled, for it was obvious: when your combat power is inferior, what more is there to say?

It was just a novel feeling. In some ways, Bama Mei embodied the role often spoken of as a mother.

Yesterday, the other party was cautious and refrained from using the phone they carried, instead finding a roadside phone booth to make a coin-operated call.

She wore sunglasses while driving—not only to shield her eyes from the sun but also to avoid unnecessary trouble. In the past, some had been captivated by those very eyes, sparking feelings of love, even an electric attraction.

The atmosphere suddenly grew charged with an ambiguous tension. Upon realizing this, Pei Yao wanted to halt her actions but felt it might seem contrived.

In the end, only Ang Bai spoke, directing his words toward the ceiling, imbued with unprecedented madness and anticipation.

As he finished, vast rays of golden light poured down from the sky. Amidst the radiance stood a towering golden Buddha statue, majestic and unwavering. Around its feet appeared hundreds of golden Arhat statues, and for a moment, the surrounding air was filled with sacred chants that stirred one’s yearning for the Pure Land.

“Sigh.” The young man exhaled heavily. After receiving a call that morning, he suspected the flower shop was deceiving him. He then inquired through several friends and found the situation was indeed as reported.

The dispute on StarNet had reached a fever pitch. Even the usually indifferent Dou Corporation issued a statement.

With a hundred-billion bounty at stake, Wu You had never been involved in such a grand matter before and asked Jiang Sheng uncertainly.

After completing the formalities, Boss Jin gathered all the bar staff and introduced the new owner, “Manager Fang,” to everyone.

Three fighters stepped forward. Dan Wen was sturdy and muscular, clad in a vest and shorts, his elbows and knees wrapped in white bandages.

Back when Gao Yu attended the True Center Spiritual Arts Academy, he often sought out this renowned teacher. Though not his student, the two shared a good rapport.

Other classmates had long since gone off to find jobs and internships, leaving only a few who stayed behind to work on projects with their mentors; Shen Chubai was one of them.

What puzzled Gao Yu was that he should have been killed outright by his own destructive death ray, which pierced through the brain.

Zhao Xianghu’s expression darkened further. Putting aside Jiao Hongfa for the moment, the eight security guards were experts he had hired at an exorbitant cost, each capable of facing ten enemies.

Moreover, with her husband recently taken away by the Discipline Inspection Committee for investigation, it was only natural that they would come for her next.

This mountain god temple was part of a larger formation. Thus, she couldn’t afford to seek out the Taoist Xu Yun now. Perhaps the villagers of this town hadn’t urged her to act with such urgency.

Especially Madam Lu; she felt a visceral revulsion whenever she saw Lu Zhaoling. That girl seemed almost like a curse upon her.

However, Zhang Yi never imagined that the “Chrysanthemum Face” he created would possess such overwhelming power, even compelling criminals to confess.

Yet Chu Yan clearly understood that the better the treasure, the greater the danger it attracted. Perhaps some powerful threat lurked nearby, waiting for his appearance.

Meanwhile, an empty seat appeared on the throne, heightening everyone’s vigilance.

Before Kundo could even become excited, a phantom image formed from numerous supreme Sky-Realm warriors suddenly stirred and dove straight at him.