Chapter 119: Hammered Into the Earth

On the lawn, Lin Qingyun was busy grilling beast meat. He had quite a bit, including some from the Tengyun Realm. Paired with the seasonings he had developed through battles alongside Han Ze, the aroma was irresistible.

Meanwhile, Chao, Chu Qing, and Xiao Hei were all occupied with their own tasks. This event had caused quite a stir, and there was much to follow up on. Moreover, since Nangong Lingyue had already said he could hold the title of Student Council President but would not interfere in any affairs, the...

The people often saw Murong Qi, who, though ruthless, was an unrivaled figure in Nanli. Yet, his aura was nowhere near as intense as Ye Youyao’s.

The painful scenes from the past still played vividly in her mind. She wished to follow Ye Chen but was sealed away by Donghuang Taixin.

After refilling his wine glass, Gu Yun’s expression softened. As a disciple of a prominent family, he had seen much and knew that some superficial matters still needed proper handling.

In truth, Yin Rou had guessed correctly. This was not something Lin Junyi had spoken of. After the address was leaked, Bu Nannan analyzed everyone around her. The only person who could have revealed the address was Yin Rou. Though she found no proof, she was almost certain it was Yin Rou.

In time, whenever people spoke of the Imperial Wasteland, they would think of the Night Urn. Whenever the Night Urn was mentioned, they would recall the Imperial Wasteland. Such grand occasions were bound to be lively. Just thinking about it excited the Dark Emperor more than watching his treasured collection.

Though Ke Xinran’s strength might be decent within the Medicine King Valley, he was utterly unworthy of even tying the shoes of Jiu You, who had reached the peak of Divided Spirit.

She knew Li Xinhao’s words were merely meant to irritate the Dark Lord, but at this moment, saying such things—big brother, are you sure you’re not inviting death?

Old Master Chen had not expected her to remain so composed upon hearing the news. At that moment, he was at a loss for words.

But with a pinch of his fingers, he caught the sword tip that came slicing through the air with a fierce howl.

He never imagined that he had merely felt slighted by being ignored and had chosen someone who seemed non-threatening just to assert his presence.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mo Fan shouted, hooking his leg to pull the other back, then unleashing the most satisfying set of Wing Chun strikes upon him.

Could it be that wandering souls lack the strength of fierce ghosts, at most only causing chills? And that Granny Wu remained so healthy because in those years she felt unwell and forced herself to train?

Early one morning, before dawn, Lin Yu arrived at a barren field outside the imperial city carrying Qing’er’s lifeless body. An ordinary man, Lin Yu dug a deep pit with trembling hands, a testament to his profound devotion.

“Welcome, of course you’re welcome.” Ma Yong twisted his body to sit up, but the movement strained his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

The old master threw out a remark, flicked his sleeve, and strode off in pursuit of Wu Dongyue and the others.

Suddenly, as Chen Yun swiftly changed position, a silver light streaked toward him with the speed of thunder, intertwined with black silk.

“Let’s go. I plan to bring this fatty along in the game; he’s at the central plaza of Divine River City,” Luo Wuyi said.

“Minister, do you realize what you’re doing? How dare you openly obstruct! You’ve committed a capital offense!” The emperor’s face darkened with fury upon seeing someone try to interfere with the grand ceremony.

The guests attending the offline ceremony numbered five or six hundred, yet inside the spacious final assembly workshop of the ARJ21 jetliner, there was no sense of crowding.

“What is this? A ball?” Qian Yuxi finally finished speaking, looking at the white pearl not with seriousness but curiosity, pondering what it could be.

Zhou Ye thought to himself—discord in the harem is no cause for fear; just render them powerless to argue... so simple... When facing palace intrigue, he had his own unique methods of easing tensions.