Chapter 53

A faint fragrance suddenly permeated the smell of scorching ash, and as the power in the palm spread outward, countless overlapping voices seemed to explode in the ears.

The man’s gaze was obscure; his large hand firmly pressed down on her body, driving his hips upward and lifting his waist. Xu Yunhe gasped sharply.

In an instant, he felt his entire body tense up. The other person’s movements were very gentle, yet deeply unpracticed.

"You..." Jiang Shutong was both furious and anxious. Facing Jiang Qiao’s sharp tongue, her mind went blank for a moment, and she had no idea how to counterattack.

Stepping into the Li residence, the ground was paved with cobblestones, every plant and tree exquisitely arranged, featuring carved beams and painted pillars. The interior decoration and layout were indistinguishable from ancient architecture.

It wasn't until the car roared out into the night that she gathered from those hurried conversations that someone had come looking for her, and Brother Gui had ordered them to relocate her immediately.

Xu Shanshan merely flicked a finger, and those razor-sharp white talismans were shredded into pieces by an invisible force, scattering across the sky like snowflakes or sacrificial paper money.

Shangqiu did not establish a local administrative office, but the Tang family maintained a Clan Court known as the Sanguo Hall Assembly.

She rained a flurry of punches and kicks upon him, flailing wildly and wishing she could tear his million-dollar suit into shreds.

"The Heavenly Spirit Continent is simply too vast, and all we know is that this Endless Sea is one of the perilous zones. It’s just that because it is so immensely vast, the dangers are dispersed, and thus its fierce reputation is not overwhelmingly prominent."

Master Yuan and Taiping said nothing, nor did they touch upon topics like power, conspiracy, or grand plans. They merely clung closely to each other, savoring the hard-earned, tranquil solitude of husband and wife reunited after a long separation.

Zhang Houde laid the person down, placing them flat on the sandy beach. Was his vision playing tricks on him? He fancied he could see a slight rise and fall in the "corpse's" chest.

Waiting for him by the ferry was surprisingly a young man of only twenty--six or twenty-seven years of age. Seeing Li Chengfeng approach, he bowed respectfully and called out, "Master Li."

Upon realizing that these maidens were concubine candidates selected by His Majesty the God Emperor for the Three Imperial Princes, everything suddenly made complete sense.

Back then, before Zhang Mingsheng was struck over the head and bloodied by Qin An'an, she had already photographed and backed up numerous pictures of them in bed. Although they had not engaged in actual physical intimacy, once such photographs leaked, they would undoubtedly inflict devastating damage on Qin An'an's reputation and the stock price of Joy Media.

Once this life-and-death waiver was signed and the fighters stepped onto the stage, punches were thrown without any reservation, and survival or death often hung in the balance within a fraction of a second. Consequently, quite a few people lost their nerve at the last minute and backed out.

Seeing those people, several teachers looked somewhat unnatural, while the students immediately relaxed, ready to disband and watch the commotion.

Aside from a conference table, the meeting room had vast expanses of open floor space, which happened to be perfectly suited for them to spar.

As for the specific scientific principles behind it, given the current level of technology, our scientists are still incapable of researching it.

Hearing this, Nangong Hongru proclaimed in a resounding tone, "As the sovereign of the nation, the Emperor must never again resort to deceitful stratagems and underhanded plots. Schemes and machinations are meant to be wielded by ministers and generals, whereas the supreme dignity of the Emperor lies in practicing righteous methods and enforcing impartial policies."

"Treat me like this? Teacher, although I was ignorant in the past and argued with you a few times, you can't just give up on me like this! At the very least, my grades aren't bad, are they? You're just going to expel me like this?!" I was burning with rage, nearly slamming my palm down on her desk.

Aurora was somewhat startled. With her high-level capabilities as an Eighth-Tier New Human and her formidable discernment, she still couldn't figure out how Lu Chuan had managed to handle that electric scooter.

Zhengzheng's mother emerged from the house and indeed spotted a very peculiar-looking old grandfather standing beside him.

She heard he was some top-tier talent from the Imperial Capital, yet he lacked any self-awareness, reciting sappy, pedantic poetry and trying to paint pictures the moment he laid eyes on her.

All of this had been told to him by Li Gang. It was a rather decent train ride because tickets were newly available for purchase and the passenger volume wasn't too heavy. They would arrive in T City at around nine o'clock in the evening, and since it was summer, taking the streetcar straight home was entirely feasible.

The great roads stretched endlessly afar. During a troop march, it was inevitable to encounter mortal humans of the living realm. To prevent their own nether Qi from harming the innocent, when the nether soldiers crossed paths with living mortals, the commanding ghost lord would order the vanguard ghost troops to manifest their forms, signaling a request for right of way so that the living could step aside and avoid them.

Zhengzheng and the others followed the pink-hued creature into that mushroom house without the slightest shred of vigilance, completely unaware that danger was rapidly approaching.

Hearing this, we nodded in agreement. Indeed, it wasn't as malevolent as Gu worms—after all, the Gu we witnessed last
time in the Ancient Tomb of King Pan didn't require human activation. Sparta immediately led us downward.

Unsurprisingly, surrounded by the five opponents on the opposing team, Yang Baikun absorbed a complete chain of crowd-control effects before returning to the hot springs to respawn.

When school let out in the evening, Ye Hua ran over to our grade level to find us. He was considered fortunate; Baldy Liu recognized us but didn't know Ye Hua, so he didn't run into any trouble at all.

In comparison, Wang Xuanrui's whole-body coordination fell far short of Tony's. He rocketed out of the roof while swaying erratically, and once outside, the pulse-jet thrusters on his hands and feet blasted at maximum output. Wang Xuanrui immediately began spinning wildly out of control; unable to manage his body's balance, he plummeted straight down onto the rooftop.

Deep within the sewers of the ruins, a middle-aged man with tattered, antiquated clothes, a mop of messy, graying hair, a protruding belly, and a weathered face was vomiting up the filthy sewage in his mouth.

"This is a good thing. If investing three months of effort can yield strength of this caliber, this is a golden opportunity for us." Qin An nodded, expressing his agreement.