Chapter 103

However, possessing the inner maturity of a seasoned man, Si Qingli found himself momentarily at a loss, uncertain how to face the stunning beauty Tu Jiaojiao under the knowledge that they were soon to share a bed. Thus, he deliberately kept his eyes closed, feigning sleep until the end.

Lin Daodao unleashed nine consecutive sword strikes. His swordsmanship bore the shadow of the Dog Spirit’s style—what is known as “heart slash”—where the sword in the hand follows the sword in the heart. Wherever the mind wills, the blade strikes there; even if uncertain, one can strike first and then recall the trajectory. Each move was executed freely, leaving the opponent utterly unable to anticipate.

“I won’t be a burden to you. I want to find my second brother,” Dai Fei bit her lip and added, seeing Bai Yang remain silent.

All eyes radiated an intense fervor, emotions running high, as no one had expected the Qingming True Immortal to make such a promise.

Suddenly, the waves surged higher. The previously calm sea surface seemed as if a switch had been triggered, boiling instantly.

“Hahaha, apprentice, do you know what divine perception is?” Daoist Cang Song suddenly laughed heartily and asked.

Yet, his once proud disciple and now mortal enemy, Ji Yuejia’s elder brother, was far across the ocean in the Eagle Kingdom. The mentor’s influence was mainly consolidated within the Dragon Kingdom, unable to extend to the Eagle Kingdom’s Protective Umbrella Company, leaving him helpless.

Zhu Youxiao observed Wei Zhongxian’s flushed face with some perplexity. Could the rumors seen online be true? Did Wei Zhongxian harbor feelings for Lady Ke? But Wei Zhongxian was a eunuch, incapable of normal relations—would Lady Ke even be willing to reciprocate?

Jia Yi extended his staff forward. With a loud bang, the snake head that reached out was struck by Jia Yi’s impact cannon. The snake head tilted back and fell outright. Jia Yi swiftly sent a bolt of lightning, causing smoke to rise from the serpent’s severed head.

Speaking of the recent cyber regulatory action, even in front of Pang Di, Li Mo remained very rational.

Standing still, Li Kai watched as they approached. The moment the two burly men made their move, he acted as well.

“Stop causing trouble! Where are they?” Xiao Mozhu frowned, helplessly asking.

Although reluctant, Lian Xuerou could not defy the Crown Prince’s wishes and had no choice but to leave unwillingly.

“Is that so? What a coincidence. This voice sounds very familiar to me. I feel I know it well, but can’t quite place it,” Xie Wanting said self-deprecatingly.

Besides, they shared a special commonality: both knew Xiangyang’s secret.

Seeing Li Mo speak so confidently, Ma Qiao could not immediately guess what went wrong and could only propose a new suggestion based on the current situation.

After speaking, Zhu Youxiao removed his shirt, revealing a strong, muscular physique shaped like an inverted triangle. Though impressive, the scars covering his body were chilling.

In front was the Guardian Tribe where Linglong belonged; now there was also this formidable legion.

Jiang Yuerou stared fixedly at Ye Han, tears trembling in her eyes. When Ye Han shifted his gaze to her, his heart softened involuntarily.

Yet Ye Han could not help but smile slightly. Yun Xiao was right—scaring them away was indeed a good strategy.

Huang Xuanling, gifted with extraordinary spiritual insight, naturally sensed her father’s unusual demeanor. She glanced back at this young master Yin, noticing that despite his lavish attire and delicate complexion, his lecherous gaze betrayed his true nature. Seeing he was no gentleman, she ignored him and continued upstairs.

Wei Zi frowned: “Alas, if that gentleman had said less, how could the Empress be so angry? Well, this has been going on for some time. Today, the beauty probably offended him, causing the Empress to worry. I fear that…” She glanced anxiously toward the direction where Noble Consort Zheng had left.

However, discerning onlookers knew well that the two groups on either side were feints; the assassins behind were the true killers, for two fists cannot defeat four hands.

Ye Han was deeply moved, unable to imagine that he, once looking as he did, could ever speak with such resolute and dignified words.

Han Ge slightly turned her head to glance at Shen Biyue, who was pursing her lips, staring motionless at the self-satisfied Zhang Kejie on stage.

Everyone understood this well: once the Zheng family was restored, she would be called Noble Consort again. But to become Empress herself was another matter—only if both her sons died and her family no longer held office would that chance arise.

Upon entering the villa, Han Ge had no time to appreciate its luxurious splendor, as her gaze was drawn immediately to Zhao Qingcheng standing not far ahead.

After paying respects, once outside the Zichen Hall, I walked alongside Consort He and Consort Ya. Though Consort He disliked Consort Ya, she did not hate her, especially since Consort Ya was considered on the same side.

Yun’er’s delicate figure was graceful; her breath was like orchid fragrance, reminiscent of a divine lotus blooming. At that moment, her worried gaze fell upon the Thunderfire Tribulation. Yang Tian, having endured two of the Nine Great Heavenly Tribulations, now faced the Thunderfire Tribulation.

Moreover, she served as a litmus test for acquiring talent. With Ranieri as a benchmark, whether recruiting foreign players or attracting capable coaches, it would have a beneficial effect. Jing Jian, of course, would not trust blindly; if Ranieri led the team poorly, he would be merciless in firing him.

“I’ll train with you?” Ron finally realized. Though Agatha had said much, this simple question was likely her true purpose.

Meanwhile, Rachel’s tender jade hand gripped the sword hilt, ready to strike at any moment. Joy’s face was serious, eyes fixed unblinking on the dark mist, and Winona’s expression was much the same. Of course, some wore looks of schadenfreude—naturally, that was Milensa.

“Heh,” Jing Jian also found the conditions unacceptable—not for lack of desire but sheer impossibility. Having previously raised funds everywhere, he had already mortgaged Delta Power’s shares to Ping Tian Bank.

The mysterious teacher’s teachings were absorbed daily by Yang Tian, who comprehended the “One Qi Transformed into Three Pure Ones” technique and gained many insights into the Taoist scriptures. His entire aura became more ethereal, as if merged with the void itself.

She spoke, on the verge of tears, about the grievances suffered over the years—those she could voice and those she could not. Only before her mother could she show her vulnerability as a child. Having loved and married the wrong person, yet her parents were never mistaken. Blood ties and familial love remained the only trustworthy solace after betrayal and pain.