Chapter 126: A Beauty Emerging from the Bath

Duke Wei of the State of Wei, Yuchi Wei, frowned slightly, showing no respect for Gao Li at all. "If there is any business to discuss, have the Eighth Prince go to the Eastern Palace to seek counsel. For the Crown Prince to go and see him personally—is there no longer any regard for the hierarchy of status?"

The various princes were divided into many factions, all scheming for the position of Crown Prince so that they might inherit the throne with legitimacy.

The Fourth Prince’s failed coup was no longer a concern; only the Sixth Prince and the Eighth Prince remained. Yuchi...

It was only after Chen Xuanzang completed his mission of traveling west to retrieve the scriptures and was ordained by the Tathagata Buddha as the Buddha of Sandalwood Merit that he attained his divine powers.

However, Ye Long could still somewhat empathize with Feng Qingyang and Ling Yun. They were not afraid of death, but rather that this operation would lead to the total annihilation of the Demon Suppression Organization.

Tuli and Yinan were young and full of vigor, representing the rising generation of the Turks. While their overall strength was indeed weaker than Jieli’s, they possessed the support of the Great Tang, superior weaponry, and sturdy armor, making their strength not far behind Jieli’s.

True to that family’s arrogance, they would rather earn nothing than allow a mediocrity to reside in the Palace of the Wind God.

Huang Sanlang paid him no mind, picking up an egg tart from the tea table and shoving it into his mouth. Finding one insufficient to satisfy his hunger, he picked up the milk and bread without the slightest reservation.

A warrior of the Ninth Tribulation dared to threaten them; if they did not teach him a lesson, their reputations would be tarnished hereafter.

For some reason, the faint fragrance emanating from Meng Youlan seemed to possess a quality that drove men to sin. It was manageable from a distance, but once one drew too close, that scent wafting into one's nose would inevitably stir up improper thoughts.

Practitioners of the Taixu Realm, having mastered the primal powers of heaven and earth, experienced a sublimation of their breathing, which was then termed Primal Qi, or the Origin Qi.

"I am one with him now. Since you have called me Master, you should address him as such as well," Ming said, gesturing toward Qin Yang.

The reporter and the two other white men looked back at Lucky, whose face had been smashed to a pulp. The three were stunned for a moment before walking toward Fang Yuan in a rage, intending to demand why he had struck the man. In contrast, the black miners, who knew the cruelty of the mercenaries, did not move a muscle.

Li Yuting, who was eating, paused. Chu Linlan, who was peeling an apple for her, felt her hands tremble, not daring to meet anyone's gaze.

Shi Mulin seemed to have heard Xia Mu’s voice; her screaming stopped abruptly, yet her body continued to tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the mansion guards hurriedly retreated outside the room, watching the chaos within with expressions of concern. One guard with ulterior motives even quietly slipped away toward the depths of the estate.

All of a sudden, a sound like muffled thunder erupted from the spacious room.

Perhaps when this mine was first constructed, it was designed specifically to avoid conflict with the feral beasts of the outside world. It was precisely because of that secure design that the mine had been able to maintain normal operations.

"You, so shrewd as you are, how did you get yourself trapped here so easily?" Shen Moran looked at Wei Xin, a hint of a smile appearing in the depths of his eyes, accompanied by a cold sneer.

With a slap of his fair palm against the medicine cauldron, a white flame soared up instantly. He then took several spiritual herbs, tossed them in, and began to refine them.

Behind them, Captain Marcos, who was also adept at sneak attacks, ambushes, and assassinations, walked to the other side to assist with the inspection.

Even a person as desiccated as a mummified corpse could forcefully blast through one lightning tribulation after another and still refuse to die.

Arisugawa Asuka suddenly retracted the smile from her face, subconsciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and hurried to her seat.

Seeing someone from the Magic Capital University step up to accept the challenge, Ye Sheng turned and smiled slightly, giving Chen Tao a thumbs-up.

As the various dignitaries had expected, the Prince of Qi, who had appeared so humble these past few days, had finally bared his fangs.

Leaping down from the platform, he tapped his toes lightly on the surface of the azure liquid magic and drifted toward the exit of the Underworld.