Chapter 58: Chu Xing

After finally managing to send off this troublesome guest, Ji Shangxie could no longer hold out and quickly signaled to Amiao with her eyes.

“Yes,” Tang Sheng nodded without any hesitation. If the second answer held true, then the third question would be rendered completely meaningless, lacking even the most basic grounds for rebuttal.

Watching Lawyer Zhou leave, Ning Long felt a strange sense of reluctance towards a stranger for the first time.

As for the power of the Dragon Soul within the Ancient Dragon Token, its true extent was unknown, nor did they know how many tokens Qianhua needed to recover. Too many or too few could cause problems, so they had to monitor the situation closely and be ready to help Qianhua at any moment.

Gu Haijiao was no exception; every bit of spare time was spent studying his major, leaving no patience for the old professor’s ramblings about philosophical doctrines.

Yet, at the wound, a mysterious force created a faint halo, with no blood nor flesh visible—a most peculiar sight.

Young Master Yue had spent years in the secret realm, rarely leaving except to fulfill the occasional task assigned by Emperor Li, so he had no knowledge of events unfolding at home.

The ghost commanders looked at each other, not because they distrusted Zhang Fan—on the contrary, they wished he had eradicated the demon. If he had, the southern city underworld would not only save face but also earn merit for vanquishing evil.

But the Grand Priest’s attack was clearly beneath the attention of the King of Hell; the dark aura around him rippled and easily dispelled the priestly incantations.

Arriving at the police station in a patrol car, Dongzi sighed. Since taking this path, he’d already ended up at the station twice in a month—such luck was unmatched.

“A melody has no soul; only people possess souls. But if people lose theirs, how can music have spirit?” The man smiled.

The original core, fused with the flower of earth, now resembled a bottomless pit devouring spirit stones. No matter how many were fed to it, they were absorbed within moments, reduced to powder.

Though all clues pointed to her as the culprit, the motive remained unclear. No matter what one does, there must be a reason; simply put, why did the lord of Yulin Mountain target the Palace of Fire? This puzzled him.

Recalling the old days, Fatty sighed. Back then, the seven of them struggled in Chang’an, barely having enough to eat—most days he survived on the soup left from boiled rice. When hunger became unbearable, he would sneak over to Yuan Anning to beg for a rice cake or a baked treat.

Lin Liang had a feeling that his theory might well be true. Otherwise, with so many strange gourds in the world, why would he encounter two exactly the same?

“What are you afraid of? This is the Grand Tutor’s residence, protected by the fate of the Great Yan Empire. Even the Emperor can’t eavesdrop here. Bai Ling may be skilled at divination and calculating fate, but she can’t overhear our conversation!” Seeing everyone fall silent, Sima De grew irritated and spoke out.

“We’ve finally recovered!” Inside the celestial-class starship, Xu Wufeng and his companions let out a long breath; the warmth in their bodies assured them they had survived.

As they drew closer to the snow-white mountain, Xingtian’s body released strands of warmth, counteracting the growing chill.

“Brother Wang, I’m feeling a bit tired myself. Honestly, this job is easy, and Director Fang gives me plenty of perks because of you, but I truly am exhausted,” Bu Suixin suddenly said.

Embracing warm fragrance and soft jade, they could feel each other's breath. Shen Zhang leaned in and, with practiced ease, kissed her cheek, his hands growing restless—he’d paid, after all; pure romance alone wouldn’t do.

Could it be that during her stay at the Grand Tutor’s mansion, the Princess sent someone to speak with her family?

Before long, He Lingling emerged looking pale; she left with a dark expression.

Reaching halfway up the mountain, Su Chen calculated Dong Rongjin’s fate again—it remained unclear, but he could discern the direction: northwest and downward.

If they changed the title, it would highlight the difference from the noble rule of other dynasties, and restore some of that lost authority.

Zhang Ren and his men led their army straight to Luo City, Mianzhu Pass, and Fu County to set up defenses, planning to support Yang Huai and Gao Pei at White Emperor City once the arrangements were complete.

He was certainly doing this for his own benefit; otherwise, who would care whether he succeeded?

He parked by the roadside, gazing up at the brightly lit building, bored as he smoked and recalled the day of the divorce. At their child’s first birthday, she wouldn’t even look at him, leaving without a trace of nostalgia.

Nearby, a young woman noticed her boyfriend staring several times and immediately exploded—she wouldn’t eat, and struggled like a pig during New Year’s, breaking free with remarkable strength.

“Haven’t you given up filming? Why are you still directing?” Cao Yanyan changed the subject.

From the start, opening a brothel required a huge investment, yet this flower girl handled it with ease. According to Flower Boy, she had never lingered in the world of dust, but she chose the brothel industry with remarkable insight.

How could one reach those distant stars? Yang Wang was stunned. No wonder Liu Qing had been so eager to show him her treasures.

“Tonight, I’ll wait for you at the school playground. If you dare stand me up again, well, you better pray you never run into me,” Leng Chen Yue said, without making a move. After all, it was broad daylight at school, and she still held back.

The road ahead grew steeper; I felt as if I wouldn’t make it, but she insisted her classmates always took this path. I was genuinely worried, not scared—I’m bold, and I dragged her along inside.

If the single soldier system from the 208 Institute looked rough, as if cobbled together from various devices, the system from Poly Group was much sleeker and far more modern in appearance.