Volume One, Chapter 44: Is the Little Imperial Uncle Angry?

Bian Qingluo had only just met with the Chen family yesterday, and she had described the foolish blunders committed by Guo Mingfang with absolute clarity.

His position was not exactly obtained through legitimate means, and he had always been wary of the sons left behind by Wanyan Aguda.

Clearly, she did not recognize the insignias on Zhan Cangqiong’s clothing; otherwise, she would never have dared to speak to him in such a manner.

Even for someone as loyal as Lu Xiangsheng, the temptation of governing territory for the Great Ming Dynasty and becoming a vassal king was immense.

"Hmph, you ungrateful wolf! Don't forget that I am your original master!" Qiu Su grumbled from behind. Ever since Qiuqiu had taken a liking to Xiangcao, this yellow dog had forgotten its roots and essentially ignored Qiu Su. Qiu Su was left with no choice but to carry his own luggage, which naturally left him feeling quite displeased.

"From now on, you are the young master of this generation of the Mu family. You have the strength for it, though it is a pity that the family head still has a long life ahead of him, and it is not yet time to choose his successor." Great-grandfather—no, the Third Elder—sighed with emotion.

Behind them, Tang San and the others wore expressions of bewilderment, as if they had no idea what Jiang Feng and the others were talking about.

Her eyes were clear and moving, shimmering with the charming luster of wisdom and intellect. Her exquisite, perfect oval face was lightly powdered, and her skin was fair, delicate, and flawless, without a single wrinkle.

Da Hong Pao was a beverage known as "tea," produced by the Central Plains Dynasty; it was said that the people there were quite fond of it. Ever since Albert had tasted it once, he had been thoroughly captivated by the drink.

The crew members busied themselves once more, dropping anchors, finding a suitable location to moor, slowing the vessel, and coming alongside the dock.

"I wonder if we can talk properly now?" Ye Hen spoke slowly, keeping a close watch on the Qin Emperor’s expression. He breathed a sigh of relief upon noticing that the Emperor had no intention of continuing the attack.

Tian Fan’s eyes shot out two astonishing rays of divine light. In the space where the Time Jade resided, several stars shattered instantly, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure. His body surged with black and red brilliance, clashing against the destructive light erupting from the Imperial-level killing formation, tempering both his will and his physique.

The Hell Saint trembled, not from fear, but from rage. He had not expected Chu Xiao to have such a hidden card up his sleeve, one that had caused him to lose all face.

Two chapters delivered, just in time for lunch. This is the result of staying up until three in the morning and sneaking in some writing at work this morning. In light of my hard work, please show your support. I will strive for a third chapter by this evening to wrap up this plot arc.

Long before the three killing gods could launch their attack, Liu Quan had already reacted.

Ye Hen’s brows furrowed instantly. Disregarding everything else, he hurriedly raised the "Obliteration" in his hand, flapped his God of War wings, and quickly transformed into a blurred phantom, charging toward the Tree of Life.

Unexpectedly, the opponent had a county-level official backing him. Damn it, the guy’s uncle was the head of the county’s Organization Department. In the end, the hotel security was alerted, and subsequently, they were locked in an office. Da Pao brought his men in for a beating, nearly crippling the three of them.

By six-thirty, Qian Duoduo appeared right on time, wearing a white hat. He had arrived by taxi, dressed in a white long gown and white shoes—the quintessential attire of a mourning son.

Gasps of shock echoed throughout the square. To possess such a high point value from a single unit of Nascent Soul essence—one could only imagine the difficulty of extracting it.

Even the unruly Wolf Clan and the arrogant Vampire Clan, who could shake the entire cultivation world with a mere gesture back in the day—was there anything they could not achieve?

In the blink of an eye, everyone’s vision brightened, as if they had arrived in another world. Magnificent palaces stood before them with stone lions in attack stances. The black color lent an air of mystery, and the sudden sight of ancient-style architecture left everyone with the feeling of having traveled through time.

There were quite a few ordinary pieces of equipment, but Chen Qi did not pay them much mind. Right now, he only wanted to find the Hunyuan Sacred Pill to break through to the rank of Immortal Monarch. Only then could he truly be considered to have some real strength.

"The kids these days have it too good; they smoke such high-quality cigarettes. It’s too extravagant," the captain said to me after walking into the office this morning, tossing me a pack of cigarettes.

Li Liang was confused, and Da Xiong said, "I told them that I’m your agent now and have 'sold' you to the Haicheng Hurricanes." The two of them burst into laughter.

This was different from regimes elsewhere. Even if you were the president, you could not call all the shots. Various departments checked and balanced each other while remaining interdependent, so it was impossible to rule by decree alone.

The massive dragon body of Long Li was sent reeling backward by his own strike, thousands of scales falling away to reveal raw, bloody flesh. Its two long horns were snapped, and its mouth full of sharp teeth was shattered. With a miserable shriek, it flew back hundreds of miles.

At this moment, his emotions were incredibly complex. He had wanted to kill Li Dingguo right then and there to avenge Yun Ying, Zhou Rouqiang, and the thousands upon thousands of Jiangchuan commoners.

For the first ten moves or so, Yi Shuihan’s momentum was fierce. His palms firmly blocked Yang Sihai’s broadsword, and he even held the upper hand, appearing as though he were about to overwhelm his opponent.

After a moment of hesitation, Mo Qiang reached out and grabbed the crystal, which had made no attempt to flee. He was familiar with the runes inside; except for the charlatan Cui, no one else would use such markings.

Although he was not a practitioner of the Dao, he knew the importance of this to those who were. Ding Cheng had always strived to live without wronging others and without betraying his own conscience.

King Noon’s expression grew increasingly foul. He stared at his enemy, grinding his teeth with a terrifying look on his face.

However, he considered that this was the territory of the Snow Dragon Hall and that he knew Zhao Tie-zhu, so naturally, he would not make a scene. Of course, what he had in mind was to use the influence of the Snow Dragon Hall to deal with Han Guang.

Lu Yun was a Golden Core spirit beast, and regardless of how Gu Yan’s cultivation was measured, it was unlikely to be stronger than Lu Yun’s. Ye Qingli was curious about their current abilities, so much so that she even set aside her original plan to practice spells, intending to watch their duel first.