Chapter 119: Bargaining Chips

The Princess of Annan nodded in understanding. Tempted by the benefits of Su Liluo’s marriage into the family, she saw it as acquiring a mountain of gold and silver. Moreover, she was the person her son loved, and Su Liluo’s calm and poised demeanor left the Princess quite satisfied.

What was this supposed to be from Sikong Changting? A blow followed by a sweet treat? Did he really think she was still the An Bai of the past, who would endure his bullying without a whisper?

Sikong Changting’s voice on the other end of the line was unreadable, yet it carried a natural, imposing authority.

Huzi and I caught our breath, and just as we dove back into the water to swim forward, I saw Zhang Wuxing’s face contort with terror. He pointed behind us, as if trying to say something.

Only then did Qi Yan stop, but Su Jue’s face was deathly pale, his forehead beaded with layers of cold sweat.

Acupuncture therapy is characterized by treating ailments without medicine. Instead, needles are inserted into specific points on the patient’s body to stimulate the nerves and induce local reactions, or heat from moxibustion is used to cauterize the area to achieve healing. The former is called acupuncture, the latter moxibustion, and together they are known as acupuncture-moxibustion therapy.

Countless immortals entering this place wailed in agony. Those with weaker cultivation bases were swept away in an instant by the terrifying, extreme fluctuations, vanishing into dust.

Although the Supreme Academy was indeed being excessive, Wu Yantao and the others still hoped Fan Yu would concede, rather than be beaten into a cripple.

He scrutinized Sikong Changting’s expression carefully, as if the man truly knew nothing about the matter involving An Bai.

Yun Yanyi felt something was amiss, but debating the issue with the commoners now would be futile; he could only hope the Emperor would not overthink it.

Upon hearing this, Yang Hao and Mingxin wore grim expressions. They understood that given Ming Xuan’s status, he would not deceive them; what he had gathered from Ming Lian were merely fragments of information.

Within Jiang Dongyu’s mind, the general outline of that cultivation technique refused to fade. It was etched into his soul just like the Dragon Prison Bloodline Art.

Fortunately, Suning did not receive a call from Li Yanhong’s family; otherwise, he would not have known how to respond. In a daze, Suning clutched Li Yanhong’s phone and fell asleep on the sofa.

Although the matter was troublesome to handle, it did not take long in practice. Once terms were settled at the embassy, the special operations team was sent back to the country together. The hidden dragon agents, however, returned quietly via commercial flights; they could not expose themselves, nor could they appear in the public eye.

"I speak nothing but the truth. Young Master Ye Long even rewarded me with a Qi-Condensing Powder. If you don't believe me, look." As Ye Jin spoke, he pulled a green pill from his robe and held it high.

The crowd stared at the motionless Old Wolf on the stage. Their initial joy turned to a chill in their hearts as Old Wolf twitched once, then spat out a mouthful of blood.

A-Jiu recounted how Lan Mu told her that Chief Lan and Lan He had gone missing, how she planned to escape the General’s Mansion to survive, and how she used a clever ruse to reach Gunzhou, drawing endless exclamations of admiration from Lan He.

Closing the booklet in his hand, Su Mu’s gaze flickered. He began searching his storage bag and soon spotted a slightly yellowed silk handkerchief. With a flick of his hand, it flew into his palm.

Luo Wusheng returned to his normal posture, staring expressionlessly at the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade. "What was I like?" As he spoke, his left eyebrow twitched upward involuntarily, looking almost like a flirtatious gesture.

Reminded by her number 781 loyal fan, Su Yiyi realized she had been running through the night wind holding an empty bag. What was she going to sell at the black market later? Air?

Xiao Yi seemed to have a close relationship with this Young Master Pan, and his introduction left a deep impression on Su Yiyi, making her burst into laughter.

These three true-artifact-level forbidden items were, in a sense, nearly equivalent to a genuine true artifact.

He idly kept many demon beasts—or perhaps they could not be called mere beasts, but divine creatures. He would often gaze at the sky for days on end, muttering to himself, lost in thoughts unknown.

Having already succeeded, Yi Han watched the increasingly agitated crowd. He knew the final three command tokens would fetch an even higher price, one that even he found difficult to estimate.

"I..." Jin Lele tried to say more, but a savage, chilling look from Xiao Yi cut her off, as if he would draw a gun and blow her head off if she persisted.

The Sea of Conquerors was like a forbidden zone of ghosts, swallowing the lives of countless souls who entered it.

As for the ring Li Mo had that day, her soul desperately screamed for her to put it back on, because without it, her fragmented soul could not perceive the outside world. Unfortunately, it was ultimately refined by Wanjun.

Lin Jiyun led his brothers and a group of curious children to the Fang family to welcome the bride. Along the way, people kindly offered auspicious blessings, while others in the procession scattered bran, cakes, and pastries. The First Prince, watching the festivities, joined in and tossed a few handfuls himself.

This matter surely involved city leadership, and since he was about to start working in the city, he wanted to distance himself from it as much as possible to avoid being affected.

Even now, she could not recall what clothes the Emperor was wearing that day, or what his expression had been.

His lightning spear was instantly shattered and its energy dissipated under the fire dragon unleashed by the Lotus Lantern.

In truth, he had not wanted to bring Baili An out. Until the Great Thousand World was pacified, it remained a place of chaos, far less peaceful than the World of Chaos.

The strange stones used to build the Spirit Gathering Tower contained limited spiritual energy, far from enough to double the concentration in the room.

"...Heartless wretches, conscience-less..." She raised her voice to a screech as she walked outside the west wing, then swept toward the garden like a whirlwind. She was determined to throw away the steamed buns that Lian Shouxin had taken.

Though her and Xun Yi’s lethal strikes pressed on relentlessly, they could not stem the tide of the Demon King’s endless army. She had lost count of how many demons she had slain, but the thick layers of ash beneath her feet and the winding rivers of blood told the tale of how many lives had been extinguished by her hand.