Volume 1, Chapter 31: Zhu Wenzheng Enters the Palace

"I know him. He wanted to force Li Mali onto me, but I didn't agree, so he's always had it in for me," Chen Erhui said, trying to salvage some dignity.

A faint smile touched Dongfang Fei'er's lips. Just a moment ago, when she struck, Qing'er had secretly lent her a hand, which was the only reason her surprise attack succeeded. Otherwise, trapping that gaunt old man inside the Beizhi Cauldron would have been quite a difficult task.

Back then, Qin Shang had specifically broadcast the news on over a dozen television channels to ensure it was thorough. Now that the matter had blown up, how was it to be resolved?

This charm ability was simply too powerful. Both Mu Xiaoxiao and Huo Wu were great beauties, after all.

"Ouch, not the face!" Unfortunately, it was too late; four fists landed squarely on the man who had shouted.

After his long-winded speech, he brought Zhang Binghua—who was wearing a face as long as a bitter melon—before the media for an interview.

As for whether it was as delicious as the legends claimed, people who hadn't tasted it simply assumed Chen Erhui was just running an advertisement.

Zheng Haoyi was completely unfazed by his appearance, remarking dismissively, "Since you’ve already decided the apocalypse is coming, hurry up and fulfill your unfinished wishes. Why drag me to the Hall of Heavenly Secrets just to spout nonsense?" The implication was clear: he didn't take Bu Chenyu’s words seriously at all.

"So what if they know? There’s no evidence. Besides, the only people who know whether Senior Chen has a grandson or not are the three members of Chen Yitong's family. Perhaps that is why the Chen family has hesitated to make a move," Old Master Tang said.

"My father took him back to the Xi family simply because we are all fellow countrymen, and that is how Uncle Zhong came to stay with the Xi family."

Even after the truth came to light and she knew the person he truly loved was his sister-in-law, Li Qingge, Xi Weiyang was still willing to wait.

Ye Mei bit her cherry-red lip, feeling deeply conflicted. Although she had seduced Su Chen before, that had only been a test.

Su Chen spent the day with Mu Ling'er and returned by evening, but upon arriving, he found that Lin Ruoxue was nowhere to be seen.

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Once she calmed down and exchanged glances with Luo Wei, she raised her hand to knock on the door and shouted, "Young Master, I have no objection to you closing the door, but at least warn us in advance!" What if he ended up disfigured?

Sand flew, stones rolled, and a deafening boom shook the ground. The remains of the ancient castle that had been left standing were shattered, and the ground became completely unrecognizable.

His voice was clear and low, with a subtle tremor, but as he reached out, a flicker of hidden pain appeared in his eyes, and he curled his fingers back one by one.

It was already four in the afternoon by the time they returned to G City. Quan Yuchu went to the airport to pick up Wen Rou and Quan Haoyuan.

Ye Qingcang’s expression was incredibly grave, which inexplicably terrified Duanmu Yixin. She wasn't being ungrateful, but her inner anxiety was ballooning, and she hadn't even stopped to consider exactly what she was afraid of.

Mu Jing didn't think much of it, though the Night Yasuo skin was indeed very stylish. He had used it privately, and the special effects and handling felt just as smooth—even more agile than the Cowboy skin he had previously liked.

"How much are you buying?" The other party didn't waste a single word, exuding the aura of someone who dominated the world.

Tang Long condensed the crime scene where the body was abandoned into a few key points. Some of the areas had no access for vehicles, which led him to analyze that the killer was likely a local. There was no wrapping material either; it seemed the killer was also a pauper.

"Guilty wretches, where do you think you're going?" Not long after the two ran out, the five thousand-man-commander-level generals in the sky broke through the encirclement of ice needles and gave chase. Various techniques were unleashed, brilliant and colorful, with immense power.

Now that the order had been received, the autopsy began immediately. Tang Long performed the incision himself; the deceased's hair had already been shaved clean by Qin Dandan.

Puhong and Pukong exchanged a smile. Seeing that Zhang Liang’s internal energy was restrained and his Buddhist and Taoist cultivation was no longer much weaker than their own, they couldn't help but nod in satisfaction. With him there, they believed this trip to the swamp would surely yield results.

"When I couldn't move, I lived like a thief every day, terrified that some son-of-a-bitch was targeting me. If Jiang Dong hadn't stepped in to save me that time, I’d probably be a piece of furniture by now." The tree demon shook his massive wooden head, grabbing a large chunk of meat and stuffing it into his mouth.

Yun'er looked around vigilantly. Though no one was there, he remained uneasy, fearing that walls might have ears.

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Yun Xian lowered her eyes, listening submissively to the Old Madam’s words. In her heart, she had confirmed her earlier suspicions: the Old Madam had specifically summoned her at night to talk, which suggested she had been moved.

"Actually, being underground allows me to better absorb the Earth element," Jiang Dong followed closely behind, giggling.

"Hadley, what are you thinking about?" The middle-aged man’s voice rang out, noticeably louder than when he had spoken to Lin Lei just a moment ago.

Lin Qi had always known that the Germanic Empire was a major hub for anti-Chinese sentiment in Europe, but he hadn't expected Wen Hou to be so deeply influenced as well.

Xiujing City was taken with ease. Under the guidance of scouts, Zhou Junhao and Yang Hui, as ordered by Ye Feng, captured Prime Minister Kuang and the prince of the previous dynasty alive.

And the moment he said that, everyone present knew exactly what this monstrous act was. Daoist Master Daoxuan, Tian Buyi, and many others from the Qingyun Sect had their expressions change drastically.

"Qi Yu, go make the preparations. Tomorrow, we’re going to play dirty with Du Hao!" A sneer deepened on Niu Jie’s face.

If Jun Kuang were in a good mood, he might continue to play along, but if he were in a bad mood, he would use the method from earlier, and the man would likely be ground to dust.

He gradually realized the severity of the situation; the Mafia would certainly not bring a Chinese person in at a time like this.

Faced with Lin Hanmo’s nonsensical bidding, Sun Hao felt uncertain. If he raised the price and Ye Feng suddenly backed out, where would he find the money on such short notice? Even if he borrowed it, wouldn't he have to pay it back eventually?

"What? How is that possible?" Yuyangzi’s face was filled with shock. The Poison God was a master of his caliber, and his mastery of poison was legendary; how could he have just died like that?