Chapter 72: Stirring Up Trouble

“Secondly, I wish to dissolve the current branch here and choose a new location for it.”
As her words fell, the entire conference hall erupted into an uproar.
The clamor rose and fell without pause.
Nan Qing waved her hand, and a middle-aged man stepped forward, smiling as he introduced, “Everyone, this is my chosen candidate. If any of you can defeat him in a challenge...”
Who could explain to her what was happening? She and Mo Chen had clearly divorced, so why did the marriage certificate still exist?
The Demon Emperor, who had remained silent all along, let a glimmer of interest flash across his eyes at the mention of the “Demon of Wrath.”
Forcing someone to swallow gold would not kill them instantly, but the agonizing pain could torment them to death. While orchestrating everything behind the scenes, he had never expected the Du Clan to resort to such a ruthless method.
Anyone with a bit of sense could guess what had just happened—just ask the sales clerk or check the surveillance footage, and everything would become clear.
The next day, he left the palace early and went to the porcelain kiln where Shen Ci was. After a brief word with the guards, he went inside to look for her.
“I understand, you may go about your work,” Lü Xiang’er nodded and sent Lü Wei off to handle the household affairs. Left alone with nothing to do, Lü Xiang’er’s thoughts were endlessly troubled by Chunxi’s trip to the temple.
In a short while, Tian Sheng had already flown hundreds of miles away. What surprised him was that he had encountered no further danger. Could it be that the people of the Four Seas Jade Palace truly no longer intended to provoke him?
As the two spoke, another wave of distortion occurred. The once-stretched view outside Proxy Planet One began to contract, but Wang Qian still could not see clearly. This time, however, he was prepared and, with the aid of his instruments, was able to discern more.
Du Shi ground her teeth, calculating her options inwardly. She had intended for Bixiang to poison Qiulan’s medicine, but since her room had been ransacked even before she was placed under house arrest, and her movements these days were confined to the prince’s residence, it would be difficult to find the necessary ingredients.
Inside the martial arena, Gu Feiyang, whose face was usually expressionless, now found a trace of a smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of his lips.
“Wang Bin, please stand up and answer this question,” the elegant Teacher Duan Jizhi said gently, his sharp eyes piercing Wang Bin like twin swords.
As for the Mad Priest, Violet once served as his experimental subject and was nearly turned into a human specimen.
“Well then, have you all come up with a plan to deal with the flower thief?” Su Yaowu asked, looking at the group.
Lin Meimian stood up and, with a sharp crack, smashed her bowl to pieces. The contents spilled onto the floor and instantly bloomed into black lotuses. She strode out the door, leaving Mo Ziyun utterly bewildered.
Moments later, two white lotuses emerged from the aurora, each bearing a radiant immortal on its petals.
Hua Qingyi and the others were indeed exhausted and hungry, so after hearing Ai Qing’s words, they sat expectantly, waiting for the food to be served.
Murong Fang wiped away her tears and said with a smile, “You said nothing wrong. I was simply too moved. I never imagined that someone who was a complete stranger to me would risk their life to save me. I…” At this point, Murong Fang was overcome with emotion and could not continue.
“Chief, this pill was refined from the hearts of mandarin ducks. Its full name is the Mandarin Duck Water Dance Passion Elixir!” The Eighteenth Lord’s face was full of mischief.
From the moment he entered Room 601, he had taken the lead. The instant he stepped inside, his foot landed in a puddle on the floor by the door.
“So the Drunken Moon Pavilion is involved in this kind of shady business as well…” Hearing Jun Wu Ye’s words, Chao Luo’s expression grew even more grave.
“It is not a matter of understanding or not. When the time comes, you will naturally comprehend,” Master Fayan replied, his smile growing even warmer. He seemed to have a particular fondness for Duanmu Youning.