Chapter 82: Ambiguity

Shu Yiming sneezed several times in succession. Emerging from the bathroom, he wore only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his hair. The sneezes had loosened his towel, causing it to slip lower, revealing his well-toned abs.

By coincidence, Lin Peishi had just come up to the second floor, intending to discuss the contract with Shu Yiming. As she glanced up, she caught sight of him standing by the bathroom door.

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From another perspective, if the chief officer goes missing, what are the three main combatants doing with themselves?

“By the way, I can’t get in touch with Lu Ding and the others, not even through the contract.” I suddenly remembered that I’d tried to contact Daoist Lu earlier, but even through our contract, there was no way to reach them.

Pan Haodong glanced at Zhang Daolin. On the surface, Zhang Daolin and Li Changfeng were enemies, each wishing the other would drop dead immediately.

Since Tang Xue’er had seen Pan Haodong produce a ladle of spiritual spring water out of thin air, she might hold back her questions for a moment, but she surely wouldn’t last long.

It must be said that Xie Dongya, compared to a few years ago, now possesses a deeper sense of responsibility. His mind no longer dwells solely on his own freedom; more and more, he cares about benefiting the entire cultivation world of China, and even the welfare of ordinary citizens.

After the concubines dispersed, Emperor Jian Ning did not return to the Hall of Pure Heart, nor did he stay in any concubine’s palace. Instead, he strolled leisurely through the night to the Palace of Pleasant View.

Zhu Qing had been closely monitoring the expert from the enemy, but he never fired another shot. When an expert makes a move, the difference is immediately clear. In a clash between masters, a single exchange reveals the balance of power—and often, the outcome.

Xiao Pingzhong’s gaze burned as it slid over Xiao Meiniang. Such a beauty, yet she had been claimed by another.

“Ye Feiyang, you’ve gone too far! You’re taking revenge on me, aren’t you?” Lyu Manni cried, rushing toward Ye Feiyang in confrontation.

It was only after receiving Ishtar’s approval that, following his departure, the adjutant went with Victoria to Yumo Yang, hoping to persuade Yumo Yang to mobilize troops as well.

Everyone was enlightened; clearly, Master Russell’s teaching methods were unconventional. But perhaps only such methods could nurture a prodigy as exceptional as Alria.

This divine stone had fused the power of the Astrologer’s Jade and the Red Thread. Though it could not sense Zhu Meier’s presence, and the women remained unconscious, the stone now contained three distinct forces.

A gentle creak signaled the door opening. Zhu Xiu’er entered with a cold smile, followed by Chang Qingyu and Xu Miaojin.

The next morning, just after breakfast, Xie Wuji was dragged to the training grounds by five flag bearers, eager to test his martial skills firsthand.

Li Luohe had survived countless life-and-death battles, his combat experience exceedingly rich. Even martial arts masters with deeper skills were no match for him in the ring.

If it truly had been a dream, then no matter how bitterly Mo Fan resented it, it would have made no difference.

“Hearing you talk this way, I imagine you must be quite the tyrant in the imperial capital, with no regard for law or authority,” Rhinefield said with a laugh.

In the private room, Li Hongfei, who had been forcing Qin Fan to bow and apologize, saw Qin Fan rain blows on Master Wu without hesitation. His heart sank to the lowest depths, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe.

It seemed that for Ishtar, there was no real loss. Yet he still wished to use these victories to pressure the federal government, so it was only natural he pondered a little longer.

According to the plans of the Military Staff Office, the main force would march straight to Shandong, while Murong Longcheng would lead the marines, escorted by half the navy’s main warships, heading once again to the area of Lushun to engage with the Qing army.

From past to present, Luo Yan had spoken publicly about poetic reform only twice—once in a lecture, and once in rebuttal to Shangguan Yi. Now came the third time, and each occasion carried more weight than the last.