Chapter 58

Before Chen Fan reached the gate, a doorman dressed in a black short suit approached. He scrutinized Chen Fan from head to toe, and after a few moments of assessment, raised his hand in a gesture to halt him.

When I heard the mention of the Stone of Three Lives, I perked up, preparing to listen closely, but the speaker finished and left abruptly. Damn. There was nothing to be done but return and wait for news, regretting that I hadn’t paid more attention earlier.

“Since Your Majesty does not intend to intervene in the Central Plains war, may I ask how you plan to respond to the changes in the world’s situation?” Liu Xin, hearing this, saw Wang Ze abstain from the crucial battle for the Central Plains and could not hide his disappointment as he asked.

The footsteps of the man drew nearer, and his voice sounded like a clear spring striking a jade plate—calm as water, yet laced with seductive charm.

Wang Ze couldn’t help but feel satisfied with the achievements of Sun Xing and his team. Compared to the past few years, this summer’s campaign in the West was a great leap forward.

Feeling the murderous aura and bloodthirstiness within him subside, the man’s cold sweat trickled down. After about half an hour, Ji Beihuang finally exhaled a long breath.

Upon hearing this, all the Linghorn clanspeople on stage brightened their eyes. No one wished to die; as long as there was a glimmer of hope, everyone would strive for it.

Old Wang knew exactly what he meant. Not here? Could it be that the employees Yun Fei sought were not among them? Where, then, had they gone?

Jiang Tian was aware that his cultivation was sealed and anticipated his reluctance to accept defeat, so he replied unconcernedly.

Mutou Takashita released his grip, and Kumiko collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud. Despite her resolute words, the body’s survival instinct forced her to greedily gulp air.

“Minister He.” From afar, Director Zuo spotted Fang Yuan and his party and promptly came forward to greet them.

“I’ve told you before, haven’t I? Those toy cosmetics aren’t for putting on your face—they’re full of chemicals.” Fang Yuan couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

Shen Qingyun was delighted. She no longer had trusted allies in the Prime Minister’s residence; all the old servants were controlled by Xu Yanyun. The newcomers were unfamiliar with the rules, but if used well, their loyalty could be absolute—better than keeping two spies by her side. Shen Qingyun thanked the steward once more in her heart.

Yang Feng’s attention, however, was drawn to the food at the venue; he hadn’t seen such a feast in ages and decided to fill his belly before worrying about anything else.

Yang Ming stroked his chin. It seemed that Burial Star Valley was indeed extraordinary; Dong Qi’s defensive array was definitely necessary.

Ironically, the matter that concerned Liu Shiyin’s happiness was decided without her involvement.

“No need to be so formal! I’ve already eaten your dinner for free; cleaning up the dishes is the least I can do,” Yu Kaizhi said as he began to help.

Yang Feng was surprised; the old man was hailed as China’s greatest medical sage, the progenitor of all physicians. There was no ailment or injury he couldn’t treat, yet even he encountered difficulties.

As Yang Feng rose to dress, Murong Qing suddenly noticed a peculiar wound on his back—a mark in the shape of an ancient symbol.

Upon hearing Li Zhian’s words, all the disciples widened their eyes and stared intently at the phantom Emperor’s Monument in the sky. Even the elders watched closely.

Jielin’s beautiful eyes shimmered as she stepped forward, pressing herself close to Wei Wu. Her hand slid slowly down his arm, finally resting in his palm.

The cameraman zoomed in to showcase the guests’ efforts: Shi Nian and Ji Yu managed to catch a full bucket together; Zhou Shiyuan, working alone, caught half a bucket; as for Song Xinyou... not a single hair.

Murong Xue knew well that even if Jun Ming had awakened and was out of danger, he would still need time to recover.

In this world, there was no real concept of class, or perhaps only two simple classes existed.

“Well then, do your best.” The black-clad figure looked at Zhao Tianhe, still stern and unsmiling, before disappearing.

Zhao Tiezhu gave He Bingxue a rough account of what had happened; she was visibly surprised after hearing it.

Class One’s average score had always lagged behind Class Two. For this math test, Wang Nianqi didn’t hold much hope.

Liang Jing recounted to Wu Yong how she had been threatened by the other party and told to keep an eye on her boyfriend.

Lingling finally calmed down. “So what do we do now?” No matter what, she was determined to bring Shanshan back.

To survive, one must acquire divine power. Since Lord Earth Spirit didn’t understand, she would have to guide herself.

“As an elder of Leaf Village and commander of the Anbu, it is my duty to apprehend the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on the acting Hokage. How can that be called ruthless?”

Someone in the audience shouted, and the hall erupted with genuine applause—much more heartfelt than when they congratulated Qin Shuya earlier.

At first, this was to guard against the main clan; now, it was to be wary of those in the Hokage building.

“Of course not. Compatibility with the pet beast is also crucial. But your Forest Wolf is fine, since it’s a rare variant: a dual-type, poison and wood Forest Wolf.”

Seeing Jiang Yan’s confidence, Director Zhang recalled the previous equipment upgrades. This fellow had never let him down.

The carriage stopped before a residence. Yan Mu’an thought they had arrived, but after exiting through the entrance, she was put back in the carriage and sent in another direction. This was repeated three times, and by then Yan Mu’an had utterly lost her bearings. She thought, even if the solitary king sold her now, she’d never find her way back.