Chapter 47 Ambition

Seeing that Jia Zheng showed no intention of leaving, Qin Mingyue had no choice but to entertain him with forced patience. Fearing that Jia Huan would be subjected to unjustified reprimands by him once again, she asked the boy to go and rest in his room first.

"This courtyard of yours is quite elegant," Jia Zheng remarked. Having not visited for a long time, he felt everything here was unfamiliar, and he found himself lacking topics of conversation with Qin Mingyue.

Naturally, Qin Mingyue was not about to pander to him. After all, she no longer relied on Jia Zheng's favor to get by; otherwise, she would have long since lost any path to survival in this household.

However, Jia Zheng failed to notice this.

Lin Ke and the others could not care less about such matters, for what they desperately needed right now was money! Both Meijiao and Yang Xue'er had been complaining for ages, and upon spotting the pawnshop, they eagerly rushed across its threshold.

Although she appeared cold on the surface, Yin Yu was not truly hard-hearted. Even if it did not quite amount to falling in love with Lin Nengjin, she was nevertheless touched by his actions. Yet, even if she were moved, she would never show it—at least not in front of Kong Yixian.

They had originally expected Yunyang to be overwhelmed with bashful embarrassment, but contrary to their expectations, Yunyang showed not the slightest fear of their teasing. Instead, she boldly stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on Rong Mu's cheek, and then arched her eyebrows at them in a provocative declaration of victory.

Upon hearing all this, Chang Yi remained silent for a moment. He clenched his teeth so tightly that the veins on his temples bulged, his hands gripping his phone as if trying to hold something crumbling apart.

The shifting expressions on her face naturally could not escape the eyes of Gu Mingjue, who had been watching her the entire time. Yet he remained silent, offering only a gentle smile as he waited for her reply.

Although carved entirely from solid rock, the city was by no means crude. Long corridors, grand halls, stone staircases, protective railings, tables and chairs, candelabras, sculptures, and murals... under the deft craftsmanship of the elves, everything within view appeared exquisite and refined.

Kong Yixian struggled to turn around to face him, wondering what apology this fellow was about to offer her again. But before she could reach out to grab him, Chang Yi vanished once more.

Han Jinyu placed the palm of her hand against his neck, clearly feeling the steady, thumping pulse of Qi Ruize's carotid artery.

"If he speaks another word, the two of you teach him a lesson," the masked leader instructed his two subordinates.

Hua Wuqi informed the household of their journey and stated the purpose of their visit, which finally set the family's mind at ease. These people were merely seeking a sense of psychological comfort; in truth, many smugglers arriving here would fabricate elaborate falsehoods to cover up their tracks.

Everything had returned to the state it was in a few days prior. Work proceeded normally, and though the country had lost its central pillar, it did not exhibit any signs of disarray or dysfunction.

Seeing Consu Concubine covered in blood and reduced to such a miserable state, her four sworn sisters all turned deathly pale.

With all preparations complete, the true protagonist finally made his entrance. As it turned out, the high platform had been constructed to display the Eastern Demigod, whose appearance was utterly pitiful. Aside from his face, which remained clearly visible, the rest of his body was a mangled mass of blood and flesh.

Muyan gazed at him quietly, her facial expression undergoing little change as she contemplated something with deep concentration.

Although she certainly did not care about bickering with her two best friends over a mouthful of food, Su Nan's attitude made her somewhat displeased.

The moment Liu Hai took a step forward, that strange oppressive force manifested once more, blocking his continued advance.

In an instant, the silver sword soul spun rapidly, splitting first into two, then four, and in the blink of an eye transforming into sixteen brilliant silver sword beams that vaguely blossomed like silver sword lotus flowers.

Although the cultivation methods practiced in each sacred ground varied, all required the submission of trial talismans, and the Heavenly Dome Clan was naturally no exception.

Even Wei Zheng, that old nitpicker who could find bones in an egg, had no objections left, and the others naturally had none either. Just as Li Er was about to make the final decision, a voice rang out.

As soon as Lu Ping finished the food in his bowl, Qingyu immediately set down the blue-and-white porcelain bowl, cast a glance at Lu Ping, and dashed outside.

"The teaching building." Presumably aware that she had done something wrong, Roubao obediently pouted and reported everything truthfully.

Acting as the host, the Maoshan Sect dispatched all its disciples to join the welcoming reception team to greet the arriving guests. The master of ceremonies was a famous anchor from the Dongwu City Television Station, who directed the on-site staff through the scheduled steps for the pre-wedding rehearsal.

Wang Qing immediately suspected that someone was plotting against his life, knowing full well that such occurrences were hardly uncommon.

Unable to continue lingering and disturbing her, Si Junhao could only press his lips into a thin line and drive back home.

Amidst the chorus of praises and eulogies from Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, and others, followed immediately by Wei Zheng finding yet another fault with Li Er, Wang Xingxin—who had not fallen asleep—saw that the imperial court had quieted down. He opened his eyes, sat up straight, and braced himself for the impending storm.

Lu Ping was riding a black horse, moving forward alongside the soldiers of the Right Camp, when he heard someone shouting from behind. Turning his head, he saw it was Lu Shou trailing after him. He hurriedly acknowledged the call and reined in his horse for a moment to let Lu Shou catch up.

However, each time the golden light receded, it surged forward once more like a tidal wave, relentlessly battering the invisible barrier that blocked its path. With every impact, the power of the golden radiance seemed to grow stronger, inching ever closer to the Finger-Pointing Peak.

The moment Si Junhao uttered those words, an irrepressible joy surfaced on Guo Zhitong's face, a sight that made Ai Mu feel suffocated with vexation.

"Apologies, I'm in a hurry." Takizawa offered a brief apology and hurried away, leaving Ying behind with a thoughtful expression.

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At that very moment, Luo Yuchen suddenly moved. He raised his hand, and his curved fingers brushed across the strings.

Thinking he had nothing better to do, Chen Jian found an open space free of snow, placed the "Nine Springs" sword aside, and sat cross-legged to begin his meditation and cultivation.

Li Aoetian and Liyan were known throughout the inner courtyard as the "best partners," and their coordination was truly unique. Liyan's Fiery Cloud Staff blazed brilliantly to the side, the Fiery Cloud Formation embedded within it naturally serving as the core spiritual array of the staff.

To his surprise, Xiao Peng and his companion paid him no heed whatsoever and simply strode forward into the building. This enraged Thompson even further, prompting him to leap down from his vehicle and prepare to grab Xiao Peng.

Under such circumstances, the identity of Li Zhi, who happened to be right in the middle of it all, assumed critical importance. If his personal sympathies leaned even slightly toward the Li family, any future resistance from the royal family would be strengthened by a fraction.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the perimeter of the post station. Meng Tong dismounted, handed the reins to the post messenger, and with wide strides, walked straight toward the main hall of the official post station.