Chapter 33: Water That Can Catch Fire

What on earth is the Palace Secretariat?
The civil and military officials exchanged bewildered glances, unable to fathom why another Palace Secretariat was being established when the Cabinet already existed.
Li Chengyun, the chief of the Cabinet, instantly turned pale; he hadn’t expected Zhao Su to be so ruthless. The so-called Palace Secretariat, wasn’t it just the original Cabinet? If it were allowed to be formed, it would inevitably siphon off the Cabinet’s power in the future.
He signaled to several officials behind him...
When Li Qingfeng reached the twentieth cut, the Poison Spider could no longer bear it and pleaded in terror, “Wolf King, I beg you, just kill me.”
Yet, magical weaponry is ultimately lifeless, especially those that operate through autonomous judgment; in some respects, they are inferior to human magicians.
“How did she die?” Old Mrs. Li asked anxiously; it was clear this elderly woman cared deeply about Li Yonghui’s fate.
“It’s fine. Given the gravity of the matter, you do need to give it more thought,” Benijia replied with a gentle smile, not pressing further.
Li Yongle and the other two belonged to the latter group; lately they had been busy, rarely seen together.
“Mr. Li’s place is truly a paradise on earth. The only flaw is the absence of those iconic Dutch windmills!” Director Liu sighed.
“When he truly masters his power.” Nalan Xius’s answer remained ambiguous, leaving Rhett perplexed.
This, Xie Wuji still hadn’t fully grasped. Perhaps, even if he had, as someone embroiled in the situation, he preferred to believe—naively—that everything was blissful.
Then, Lin Yizhi rolled up the brocade scroll, tucked it back into the jade pendant, restored it, and hung it close against his neck.
“Hmph!” Daoist Xuanzhen, seeing that Old Jia dared not say more, snorted coldly and refrained from further comment.
The other members of the Shen family used flashlights to bathe, and after washing, went straight to bed—the power was out, leaving nothing else to do but sleep.
Murong Fu’s expression now was utterly different from before; a faint smile graced his face, and every gesture displayed the bearing of a true gentleman.
It was as if April were being treated like a porcelain doll; she nodded, then led Spring Peach outside.
Despite his efforts, after so long, he still hadn’t subdued Chen Chang’an, leaving his face clouded with frustration.
Sure enough, the scattered mud coalesced again; the light spots flickered only briefly before stabilizing. Simple attacks were useless against these things.
Though he looked rugged and masculine, when he was with her he was always gentle and honest.
The dutiful team members took a moment to fire a few more shots; the few remaining desperate fighters fell amid blessings scattered across the ground. The resistance at Deep Root Settlement was completely quelled, and an off-road vehicle withdrew from the chaos, heading south toward the Abundance Settlement.
It really did seem as Zheng Xiuhong said—the two families must have close ties, for Zheng Xiuhong acted with utter ease once inside.
After finishing her hair, Zhao Qiuru bowed and withdrew. April entered behind the screen, only to find Gu Rongheng had changed clothes already; over his white sleepwear he wore a crane-patterned robe, clearly planning to stay the night.
But Chu Hengkong paid no heed. He even forgot his spoils of war; before such magnificent and grand scenery, relics were mere dust.
At that moment, the guards were all furious—these men dared attack even the police, as if there were no law at all.
“Farewell, fellow cultivator!” The eyes of the lead fusion-stage cultivator spun wildly, and without hesitation he turned to flee, a flying artifact appearing beneath his feet. A dazzling azure light flashed and vanished; he dashed ahead, unleashing all his power, desperately flying toward the demon cave.
“Who are you people? This is not a place you should be.” Chen Maoqing feigned surprise, her attitude cold and detached.