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“What sort of circumstances cause your headaches? When you have those hallucinations?” Hawkins asked.

She was about to say more, but the warning look from Jin Feng silenced Chu Yunlian instantly. She muttered something about it being unreasonable, then fell quiet, utterly lacking in confidence.

If I were to call him ‘Uncle,’ it would only highlight the age gap. You know, officials hate being reminded of their age more than anything else. Getting older only means one thing: drifting further from the center of power. The closer you are to retirement, the more your authority slips away, and then everyone around you starts seeking a new patron.

The First Elder spoke up, intending to use this method to drive Qi Cai out. He just wasn’t sure if he could still mobilize him.

“He’s afraid, but he knows that if he holds out, he can survive. If he speaks, then he really won’t live.” Xia Jinxi said softly.

Qi Cai began to bait him into a trap. The cultivation method wasn’t suitable for his learning at all; he was clearly trying to get something for nothing and take Qi Cai’s spirit beasts for free.

Xuan Yi’s face was alight with excitement. Though Han Yueqiao seemed calm, she too was inwardly thrilled. Early the next morning, the three rose at dawn to prepare for departure.

During his absence, they allied to suppress the courtiers and root out dissenters. Many meritorious senior ministers were forced to resign on their own.

As he entered the corridor on the second floor, he was greeted by a fragrant, fresh scent that filled the air.

Hearing these words, the villagers began to stir. They weren’t fools; they knew the old man’s character well enough. That talk of bringing it back for worship was just an excuse to keep for himself a weapon that was clearly extraordinary.

On the mountain, the Western Expedition Army dropped to one knee without hesitation and bowed solemnly in the direction of the Tang Empire’s people.

After last night, her mind was now filled with nothing but Wu Bin. Now that she had news about him, all she could think about was how to reply, what to say. She’d type two words, then delete two.

The blueprint was for a rare beast stable. With it, captured wild beasts could be tamed as mounts. It was also an essential prerequisite for training cavalry.

Just as he stepped out the door, a carriage suddenly barreled toward him. Cui Yunfeng was startled and quickly reined in his horse, but the carriage still bumped lightly against it.

He Yong sneered inwardly: Mo Jiyan, after I helped him restore his dantian and regain his strength, used closed-door training as an excuse and hasn’t seen me since.

“A Divine Realm expert—could it be the First Legion?” Diluga could predict almost anything, except that the First Legion would appear in Camondun.

With the filth cleansed and impurities dissolved, the once blood-red sea—awash with flesh and bones—began to shed the ‘contamination’ that did not belong to it.

With their Gale Direwolf mounts, the Blood Wolf Mercenaries naturally had plenty of magic cores—especially wind-element ones, as Gale Direwolves themselves were wind-attribute beasts.

If there was fault, it lay only with the low-level magic beasts that wandered the forest. No matter how skilled a tracker, it was impossible to find Lao Hu and his group in an instant.

“Thank you, boss!” Having come to understand Meng Tao’s character, Wei Jun didn’t refuse anymore and, together with Lei Chao, shouted their thanks to Meng Tao.

If shared identity as Ming citizens was enough, there wouldn’t be so many cases of “man eating man” in the Ming territory, nor would the Dragon Lord’s people have been able to gather tens of thousands so quickly.

Some looked down on him: couldn’t even pay a thousand coins? This guy must be living pretty miserably.

Not only the three of them, but even Ding Changgui looked disgruntled. He’d planned to embarrass Meng Tao, but Meng Tao hadn’t given him the chance and clearly had no intention of supplying him—he’d been played instead.

The cab driver, who looked to be in his fifties, found Xing Lie’s request odd—going to the funeral home at this hour? Still, he asked nothing, merely glanced at Xing Lie in the rearview mirror.

While waiting, Young Master Xi wandered idly back and forth in front of the ornate gate, just as Yang Yunchai suggested, to relieve his boredom. Earlier, when he waited here, there was nothing to dispel, but now he really felt stifled, and a walk was the only cure.

No matter how fierce and imposing, the immortals, demons, and spirits present could only marvel; after ten thousand years, the Emperor had become even more beautiful.

“What’s that, always moving around?” Su Mi waved her hand, trying to brush away whatever was disturbing her sleep, but her hand touched something elastic. “Huh, what’s this?” she wondered aloud, poking it a couple more times.

Back when Wu Xiu was city lord, he already had fourth-tier strength. How powerful would he become after growing stronger?

There was no sense of energy fluctuations or any other force; it felt simply like a stone staircase that had been widened.

“Heh… Yes, Grandma, actually I’ve just been reading about it online these past few days when I had time,” Liu Yihan replied with a smile.

Ever since Shui Jingling stirred up his memories, Ye Jin had been unable to calm his mind. Restless anger filled his heart, making it impossible to sleep well.

A flicker of mischief passed through He Luyang’s eyes as he said to her, “Come closer, or I won’t be able to hear you.”

Rising gracefully to her feet and about to speak, she was interrupted by several sharp screams from outside, followed by an uproar.

“Is it really that effective? I wonder if it can heal my baby,” Chen Jie was tempted, but looking at the hospital’s lavish decor, she hesitated to enter. Was this really a public hospital?

The four considered going in to take a look, but just then Qin Ting came out. They were about to greet her, but seeing Qin Ting’s expression, they all swallowed the words “sister-in-law.”

After this incident, it became clear to the sharp-eyed members of the Shen family that their beloved eldest son and grandson, so adored by all, was fair-skinned yet red-hearted, cunning and dark as ink.

His face, after long-term medication, was covered in allergic reactions; in some places altered by cosmetic surgery, even festering boils had formed. When he smiled, it seemed as if those boils were about to burst.