Chapter 46

Needless to say, once reaching the third floor, gold coins were practically useless as a medium of exchange, and barter became the only option. Naturally, everyone's preferred currency remained the most practical Spirit-Replenishing Pills.

Mingkong pulled Li Mu toward the city gate, and true enough, the guards at the gate instinctively raised their weapons to block their path.

After bathing and changing into fresh clothes, they were assigned a newly cleaned room that had also been scrubbed and simply disinfected with strong liquor.

Having already arrived at the gates and prepared to present betrothal gifts to propose marriage, Chang Xianfeng, upon hearing from the Nalan estate's steward that the princess was confined to her bed and indisposed to receive visitors, tactfully led his entourage back to the inn where they were staying.

Although the Solar God kept his gaze fixed on Divine Leaf, he also observed the expressions of the Hermit and the Leader one by one. Realizing that his intimidation had worked, he could not help feeling immensely satisfied. Just as he was about to withdraw his radiating aura, Divine Leaf, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

Simon knew of Long's immense ambition and recognized his terrifying nature, so every consideration drove him to sever ties with such a man.

When countless ancient and decaying Treants trudged with great difficulty out of the forest, nearly all the Silver Moon City players across the plain were stunned and turned their heads in unison.

"My lord, forgive my ignorance, but I do not understand what is meant by the term 'auction house'," a merchant asked, seizing the initiative.

The combat effectiveness of the First Battalion exceeded Zhao Yan's expectations; the astonishing potential erupting from each slave was utterly beyond prior estimation.

The villagers in the arena were already beginning to awaken. After opening their eyes and feeling the surging power coursing through their entire bodies, the destructive impulses hidden deep within them welled up uncontrollably.

Jiang Yue was not a doctor, and at that moment she felt somewhat helpless. She looked eagerly at Qin Zhao, as if gazing upon a lifeline.

This series of military reports struck like consecutive thunderbolts, hammering against Wang Xunzhi's remaining self-esteem and shattering it into fragments.

The moment Qin Yanchi's car pulled up beside her, she mustered her strength to sprint a long distance; when he followed, she ran again.

Ye Lan's manager thought the same way, not even viewing Jiang Yue's show as a threat to her rival.

Jiang Yue, however, was not someone to be trifled with, and she cared not a whit whether her reputation became even more tarnished.

"Hehe, precisely. This is already the third encirclement of this kidnapper, lasting for a combined total of nearly three months, back and forth.

Nurse Cui rolled back and forth on the ground in agony, yet was unable to utter a sound—the torture was indescribable.

Because the spirit herbs cultivated by Wang Wan'er were the finest among the ten newly initiated outer sect disciples, many people sought her out to learn from her experience.

He knew that given Li Yi's temperament, he truly might kill Prince Fu for the sake of An Zhiyi, but that path would also mean Li Yi bearing the infamy of seizing his brother's wife and murdering an imperial brother—a path that could very well ruin Li Yi entirely.

Upon hearing this, I was somewhat startled and suspicious. I felt no particular surprise or doubt regarding the drumsticks of the "Heaven-Suppressing Drum" that Han Ling mentioned, but rather about the "Old Deity Temple" she spoke of.

If Jiang Lichen truly wanted to kill her, he would certainly be capable of doing it. My heart ached with a tight, gripping pain. I knew this scene must be a hallucination brought on by seeing a ghost, and could not possibly be real. Yet before my very eyes, I was actually watching my best friend have a gun pointed at her head by my own man.

Yu Qiao was stunned. Was the sun rising from the west today? Wen Xi actually wanted to spend more time with her blind-date match? Could it be that she was exceptionally pleased with Ming Jinrui?

Ji Liangchen naturally knew the reason for all this; if not for himself, how could his uncle have suffered such a crushing defeat in front of Feng Qi?

These seals seemed to have existed for an extremely long time; one had to admit that this demon possessed an exceptionally tenacious life force to have survived until the present day.

The Emperor withdrew his hand, his expression calm between his brows, his eyes unfathomably deep—looking into them, one could never reach the end. He did not display the slightest trace of anger; nevertheless, the slightly lowered corners of his mouth and the vague, oppressive aura made it clear that he was indeed furious.

One must understand that beneath the Heavenly Demon Sect were four great halls, and beneath the four great halls commanded nine major gates. Beneath the nine major gates were seventy-two hall masters.

Not only her, but even Zong Feng, Xu Haicang, and others connected to her rarely encountered anyone coming to trouble them. After all, Feng Lanjun's attitude toward them, whether in the past or the present, remained entirely unchanged, so naturally no one would court disaster.

Her thoughts drifted briefly into a blank space as Ning Yue quietly gazed at the sky. When her consciousness gradually returned, she turned her head to look around, her gaze instinctively searching for Feng Qi's figure.

Yan Yingyuan and the citizens of Jiangyin City climbed the city walls to gaze into the distance, where they saw rank upon rank and phalanx after phalanx of Qing troops surging toward Jiangyin City like gathering clouds and mist.

"No one can treat you badly except me." Hearing such a simple sentence, Sun Ru felt that all her suffering was willing and worthwhile.

"Your Highness, a word in private, if you please." Feng Yufei cast a knowing, enigmatic glance at Xiannian on the bed, wearing an expression of complete comprehension, before turning to address Shangguan Honglie.

Yet dressed in such a fashion, walking outside in this outfit would surely invite reprimands for public indecency and stir up trouble.

"This is a fermented spirit brew concocted from the brains of Ancestral Sovereigns. Its potency is even more tyrannical than the Heavenly Sin Dew. Ordinary Era Sovereigns would instantly collapse in drunkenness merely upon smelling the aroma of this brew. Many who are aware of this liquor refer to it as 'Fall-at-First-Scent'." Mu hao smiled and explained to Yulan.

High in the sky, just a dozen miles ahead of the unicorn-drawn carriage, a massive shadow swept across the clouds.

The murals were vividly colored and lifelike, and some sections even utilized sound-and-image-preserving sorcery, causing the figures and scenery within them to shift and change, giving the slight sensation of watching a movie.

This old man was none other than Liang Guanchao, commander of the Liang Family Army. Liang Guanchao had commanded the Liang Family Army for twenty years, served three generations of Liang empresses, and suppressed countless civil rebellions in the State of Xia, making him truly a great minister of merit for the Liang clan. Liang Yiyao had taken him as her master since childhood and shared an exceptionally deep bond with him, which was why today's matter was something Liang Yiyao could only discuss with him.

Zhang Biwu walked along the ramparts as soldiers carried corpses downward and others repaired the breached and collapsed city walls.

"The true self? Sounds rather interesting," Naruto said with a smile, then leaped directly to land on the platform. "This training is only the beginning, Your Royal Highness," Ji began. "The next stage will commence after this concludes." Naruto nodded slightly, then gently closed his eyes.