Volume 1, Chapter 109: Emperor Xuanwu’s Imperious Declaration of War!

Qiu Lin had originally intended to step in for Yuan Xi if he were defeated, but now, Lin Xue’er was holding onto him, preventing him from moving.

The pain was feigned; after all, Emperor Jianning had not touched her that day. The fear, however, was genuine. When the Emperor had recklessly torn at her clothes, she felt all her courage and reason draining away.

Daji replied, "I was merely startled earlier. I have not been able to sleep." Upon hearing this, Su Hu finally set his mind at ease. He did not even dare to return to the main hall; instead, clutching his steel whip, he stood guard outside Daji’s chambers throughout the night.

While the Queen Mother of the West’s art of divination was not as famous across the three realms as Fuxi’s Innate Bagua, its true power was no less formidable, and in its profound complexity, it was perhaps even superior.

Moving along the Jing-Shen Expressway, the route cut through Jinling and Jinzhou. Night had already fallen, and by the time they reached their residence in the provincial capital, the city lights were already beginning to flicker on.

Countless sharp, ghostly figures suddenly vanished, converging at the Tiangang position. The Old Lord swung his flat staff, which transformed into a massive club, descending upon Li Song’s head with the force of a thunderbolt.

Each day, she ate and drank as she should, swallowing the bitter decoction for fetal protection bowl after bowl, her face reflecting the anticipation of the child to come.

The Holy War was merely a prelude to the impending reshuffling of Oslo after hundreds of years of peace.

An authoritative domestic magazine published the following information: eighty percent of the nation’s overseas students would remain abroad after completing their studies.

Looking at the three-courtyard residence, Li Qingmu felt both indignant and perplexed. She could not understand how Wuyue had tracked her down while she was disguised, nor could she understand why Wuyue was so insistent on her returning to Dayue to marry Emperor Jianning.

Chi Weiyang put her phone on speaker and tossed it onto the dining table. She listened while eating her breakfast at a leisurely pace.

"This is the evidence that you are a subordinate of the Wuhuan Sect Leader!" As he spoke, Mo Yufei opened his left palm, revealing a Wuhuan psychokinesis stone resting in its center.

On the square, a few miles away, a sudden gale whipped up. Lighter objects were lifted into the air like kites, causing the aunts and uncles of the cheering squads to rush about in panic to retrieve their belongings.

However, it appeared that things were not yet dire; at the very least, all parties involved appeared shocked and had tacitly agreed to remain silent.

The cultivation auras of the two disciples grew increasingly faint. In the blink of an eye, they were driven beneath the soles of Mo Yufei’s feet, suppressed to the point of near-despair.

Upon learning that the script had been leaked, Yuan Kui, Liu Zhenwei, Stephen Chow, and Ng Man-tat were all incensed.

Could it be that because Bi Yuan had been killed by Zhao Kong, a shred of his lingering resentment had fused into the blood essence? If so, fusing with the blood was fundamentally impossible.

Once Mo Feng had cultivated the Dragon Controlling Art to the realm of perfection, altering his appearance slightly was no longer a challenge. Of course, for his skin tone, he still used some cosmetic oil.

Dinner was very enjoyable, especially the oysters, which were favored by the Hongzhi Emperor, Empress Zhang, and Zhu Houzhao. As for the abalone, it was available in the imperial palace and was not considered particularly rare.

A single slap had beaten Ye Bao, a mid-level martial artist, into such a sorry state. The assailant must at least be a high-level martial artist. Ye Xiang froze, smacked his lips, and dared not say another word.

Han Lieshan scanned the surroundings, practically using a process of elimination to figure out who was undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation.

The police officer frowned, unhappy at being treated like a subordinate by a stranger. However, when Tie Ying pointed out the family backgrounds of Lin Luan and the other young scions, the officer’s expression changed, and his cowardice became quite apparent.

Zhong Huang’s expression was complex. He seemed to want to say something, but though his mouth moved, not a single word escaped.

"Don't be so anxious. Wait here for a moment; I'll go have a word with that young man. It's your own fault—if you hadn't left such a bad impression earlier, he might not have disliked you so much," Old Xiao said.

"Why waste so much breath? Just sit down and be done with it. What's the point of all this posturing? It's shameless," a man muttered through gritted teeth, expressing his indignation.

Nan Shu sneered. Given her culinary skills, how could she have over-seasoned the food? Both bowls were exactly the same.

Otherwise, Qiao Minghe and Leng Aotian would not be so grateful to him as to risk everything to rescue him in Country D.

Of course, the plot involving Lai Daichun put her in the wrong, which made Qingyang’s arrogance seem slightly less egregious.

"Luo Ye, you're back." Tang Hao was delighted. He had finally come to his senses and was willing to return to see the child.

The next scene was beyond what the taxi driver could have imagined. The three beauties he had carried earlier emerged side by side, radiating an aura of menace.

While it was good that the grandfather and grandson got along, neglecting their meals was another matter. Just as Lan Yanzhi was about to flare up and reprimand them, she heard someone else call out first.

The person who had lost a cat paw intended for the streamer to adjust the camera so that all the fur-baby's faces would be visible.

Cheng Shuyao was stunned for a long time before she realized what was happening. She was so excited she wanted to shout, but after a stern glare from Gu Jining, she stuck out her tongue and covered her mouth, giggling.

However, when a majestic creature—looking like a cross between a lion and a giant rabbit, with two large wings—appeared before me, my jaw nearly dropped. I was wrong; I retract what I said earlier.

Tang Rao wanted to tell her that Shen Ru did not seem like someone who needed others to look after her, but as she herself was an outsider, she did not feel she had the right to say so.

Chuntao chattered on while pouring tea for Gu Jining, still feeling a sting of regret over the extra silver spent.

Mu Jiusi, whose brain had just rebooted, blinked her eyes and rolled over, turning her back to him.

By the time A-Jiu finished speaking, Qi Feng had returned with Mu Chenchen. He then sensed the low pressure emanating from the Prince. As the commander of the guards, he was not qualified to keep intruding into the inner courtyard.