Chapter 146 Refining the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls

Since Zhou Bing'er could not be found, Zhong Nan had no choice but to try his luck at the Ma residence. Qiuxiang had lived with the Ma family for many years, so if she were to leave Suzhou, she would surely bid farewell to them.

Ever since Chen Yuanqing personally lifted her onto the battle horse on the day of their departure, Ma Fangxin changed the way she addressed him, switching to calling him "Dear Chen."

The three-year exclusive agency for refined salt covering the two imperial capitals and thirteen provinces across the Grand Canal was ultimately auctioned off for the staggering price of 5.04 million taels.

Strenuous exercise right after a meal easily leads to appendicitis. Especially in the case of Jiang Yanfeng, who went running every time he consumed spiritual rice—wouldn't he suddenly come down with appendicitis one of these days?

Chu Ci addressed the old patriarch simply as "old man," something to which Elder Chu had long since grown accustomed.

With that, he led Ziyan to sit down on the side. Then, Ye Feng simply stretched his body, cracked his knuckles, and rolled his neck.

However, as an atheist born and raised under the red flag, how could Chen Yuanqing ever believe in such utter nonsense?

Below, Zhao Yuanshan wore a plain cloth tunic, his messy hair streaked with grey, and his expression carried a hint of mockery.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!" Zhong Nan could tell that the Emperor cared very little for such superficial formalities.

Along the way, Ye Feng remained silent, while Shi Moxuan was filled with apprehension, constantly sensing an inexplicable tension.

Ye Weiyi fabricated a random excuse because she wanted to hang up. It was a bit noisy after leaving the airport, and she was afraid Fu Jingting might notice.

Liang Da spread her hands. Anyway, Zhao Yiyi's idea wasn't entirely unviable. After all, Yiyi's family background was not too bad, and her figure, appearance, and temper were all top-tier; finding a warm-hearted man to support her wouldn't be difficult.

She had been thoroughly exhausted. Having just slept for a while, whether from a nightmare or not, she tightly hugged his waist and burrowed into his embrace.

His kiss was too urgent and too overwhelming, as if he intended to swallow her alive. When Ye Weiyi tried to push him away, the man grabbed her injured hand in the next second, pinning it behind her back to prevent her from moving around.

Whether viewed from his own perspective or from everything he had learned through Fan Jianqiang's words, he would have done exactly the same.

Seeing her exaggerated expression, Ye Guuming could easily imagine how intimidating Qiangwu's personality must be.

A strangely mesmerizing and bizarre song drifted over from the ahead intersection. A man with a peculiar hairstyle was riding an electric scooter painted with the characters "Roasted Gluten" right past the two of them.

He probably hadn't noticed me picking my toes just now, did he? Shen Peiling gave him a careful, assessing look.

At that very moment, Fairy Qing also seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, attempting to strike Ye Guuming's body from behind.

Murong Fu was well-versed in swordsmanship, especially under Wang Yuyan's guidance, allowing him to execute numerous sword techniques with effortless ease.

"Judging by the King of Cang's tone, could it be that you have already prepared tea to entertain us?" Zhao Yi raised her volume, carrying a certain degree of intimidation.

"There's no injustice in it. Dying that way is clean and quick. Falling into the hands of the person up there is far more degrading than death," said Situ Deng.

The assistant smiled understandingly and, as he spoke, proceeded to open the bedroom door for Liu Hao.

On the other side, Ming Ruoliu and Ye Wuqiu also felt immense pressure. Imperceptibly, the three of them were completely surrounded.

"Xixi, do you know how to beg for mercy now? But it's already too late." One could only wonder who had been gloating over there just moments ago.

At midnight, the highway was utterly deserted, with even vehicles being extremely scarce. Stretching as far as the eye could see, only our car was driving along.

Fine, if even Liu Hao couldn't understand, then Shanshan would understand even less, leaving her with no way to answer Liu Hao's question.

The figure of Mountains Have Fusu appeared right on cue, dual daggers flashing skillfully up and down, instantly hitting the BOSS with a five-stack armor-break attack. The boss's defense plummeted drastically, making it as easy as chopping vegetables for both ranged and melee physical attackers to hack away at it.

General Xiao cast a covert glance and clicked his tongue a few times. The Retired Emperor was truly vague; if he couldn't settle this matter this time, he would probably have to step in and devise a strategy himself.

Sure enough, after only a few moves, the shield in front of one sand-man was pierced by the Ligong Sword, and a blossom of blood spewed from his back. That sand-man's body was instantly pierced by Wu Yan's Ligong Sword, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.

Hearing this, Primordial Beginning Celestial Venerable felt a shock in his heart as he suddenly recalled that back in the primordial wilderness, Hongyuan was extremely kind, had exceptionally broad friendships, and had taken meticulous care of Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti, treating them like his own younger brothers.

"Since Situ's subordinate surely has urgent news to report, why not invite him in to see what major event could possibly disrupt the Pei Duchy's military council?" Li Yiji said with a smile.

Yan Jun's sudden appearance made Han Ning feel awkward once more. A slight blush crept onto her cheeks, and her previously solemn speech instantly turned hesitant and slurred.

Hearing that the first outcome was merely following Daoist Zhunti to the Western Teachings, at least her life would be spared.

"What should we do then? ... My lord, you simply must save my wife!" Upon hearing this, Luo Chunlong lost his mind with terror and hurriedly knelt down to plead.

How could Shi Haonan possibly sleep that night? The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. Barely enduring until the middle of the night, he finally emerged and prowled his way to the prison cells.

Fang Shiyu and his party had already returned to the village. A bloody storm had broken out the previous night as well. In order to wash his hands of everything, Fang Shijie had wagged his glib tongue, spinning elaborate tales while continuously shifting the blame and faults onto Fang Shiyu.