Chapter 70: Nothing More Than Cooperation

How could Lu Qingqing have known about the upheaval in the imperial court? She hurriedly asked, “What is that subordinate’s name?”

“What’s wrong?” Xie Zhiyun hadn’t expected Lu Qingqing to take an interest in this matter. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

This affair was still a secret; even within the palace, few dared mention it.

Lu Qingqing was left speechless.

“This is outrageous! Is your chin fake or something?” The tattooed man, unwilling to give up, slammed another heavy fist into Ning Yongye’s left cheek, but once again, Ning Yongye’s face showed no sign of contorting from the blow. Just like before, it had no effect at all.

“Hmph! Did you say something wrong? If not, then why did you turn and leave? Damn it! Are you going to confess or not?” At this point, General Gou could no longer contain himself and started shouting his questions.

Meanwhile, Qiyue led Sun Fengzhao deep into the sea to examine the “Sea-invading Golden Bamboo,” still rooted several hundred fathoms beneath the waves.

A thick iron chain suddenly snapped taut, rocking the fishing boat violently. Su Mubai immediately heard startled cries from the survivors in the cabin behind him.

At that moment, no one knew where Chu, the young man, found the strength. Ignoring the green-glowing magic weapon behind him and his own nearly depleted energy, he let out a wild roar. Charging straight at the door where Sun Fengzhao leaned, he dashed forward.

The increasingly fierce battle threatened to tear the entire cavern apart. The mountain’s spiritual energy, already disrupted, left the space teetering on collapse, and now the ground itself seemed to quake.

“I have a friend who wants to join your Wushuang Sect,” declared the Lord of Flameglow City without preamble.

Just as Pu Baiwan finished packing up his treasures and prepared to leave, Zhang Hu’s raiding squad arrived. Staring at the bandits encircling his estate so tightly that not even water could pass through, Pu Baiwan was dumbfounded.

Outside Li Hao’s residence, his entire household knelt to welcome them. Baoyuan personally helped Li Hao and Lady Li to their feet.

Little did he know, Meng Zhaojun was being stubborn out of spite, unwilling to lose to him. Refining the medicinal power while walking could be managed for a short while, but she would never be able to keep it up for long.

Yet, this branch was like divine metal, ringing with a clear chime, now taking root within the seven-colored rainbow, and beginning to tremble.

Almost everything Jian Ning owned in life was destroyed by Fu Tianze, but what she left in the safe was beyond his reach. Unless she retrieved it herself, twenty years after her death those items would be automatically donated to charity.

Moreover, she had even argued with her son. If all the blame was laid at her feet, she would never be able to bear it.

“Uh, good afternoon, sir. I think you must have mistaken me for someone else,” Liu Ziyun said politely, bowing slightly to Chen Feng.

Yin Dayin looked up at Se Qi. This self-proclaimed prince had not appeared among the welcoming party.

When killing, he made not the slightest ripple in the air, nor a whisper of wind—hence the name: the Windless Assassin.

After returning home, I began to meticulously plan how to strike at the enemy while Prince Tang was still reeling from Old Man Shi’s murder.

On the other hand, if the opposition failed to react in time, this assault could prove fatal for them.

Pan Caifu was not concerned about the oil field’s yield. If Jing Jian’s luck was mere chance, then Hirata Yasushi’s hole-in-one was certainly not a coincidence. Present global estimates held that the Fusoya Sea harbored a supergiant oil field. If that was accurate, mortgaging tens of billions of dollars would pose no problem.

Among the ancient deities, Chiyou’s origins and identity were the most enigmatic. Many only knew him as the ancestor of the Jiuli tribe, but few could say where he was born or which clan he truly belonged to.