Volume One, Chapter 79: Fu Xueting, Do You Even Have a Conscience?

"What? What! I should be asking you what you’ve done—why did the police come to our house?" An Lan was truly exasperated, unable to comprehend how she could have raised such a foolish daughter. She ruined more than she ever accomplished. No matter what she did, she always left loose ends for others to find.

"The police!" Fu Xueting’s eyes widened in terror. Why would the police come to their home?

Wielding his powers, the Great Sage Equalling Heaven eroded the ley lines of the Ten Continents and Three Islands, letting the invasive force spread like a virus, weaving the power of the earth into himself. Then, following the waterfall of Mount Huaguo, he plunged straight down to the East Sea.

Zhou Xian, cradling her pipa, appeared before the emperor and ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, draped in a light blue pomegranate skirt. She was a natural beauty, graceful as a budding lotus yet to bloom.

Ling Feng’s eyes smoldered with growing anger as he looked at me, but for some reason, his gaze shifted abruptly to something behind me, and I could clearly see a flash of panic in his eyes.

Stepping onto the green, the decisive moment had arrived. Guests and reporters who had come to watch gathered around, awaiting the final outcome.

He was the only young man here with remarkable abilities, a strong physique, and unyielding willpower.

Meanwhile, after saying "forget it," Ye Hongji finally drove the Benz over from the parking lot and stopped beside Zhao Xuan. Zhao Xuan simply shook his head with a smile, bent over, got into the car, and drove away.

Guo Zhuocheng did not spend the New Year at home. One week before the festival, while his father was still away at a provincial meeting, he took his money and set off for Kuiguan City. There, he boarded a steamer to Gehan City in North Chu Province, and from there took a train north to the capital.

"Enough with the nonsense—tell me about the situation with the bandits in the river region," Guo Wei urged impatiently, waving his hand as he demanded military intelligence from the river camp.

Bai Yong spoke while pouring fine wine into a luminous cup, cooling it with a touch of frost, before handing it across the table to Aguli.

…Half a day later, a figure hovered outside a crystal-clear planet. Taking a step forward, he was about to enter, but just as he crossed the threshold, he was suddenly swept back dozens of miles.

Then appeared Dian Wei, tall and burly, with a fierce appearance, his very presence exuding a menacing aura that made one feel timid.

Fang Mobei looked at his team, waiting for his command, his heart in turmoil. "The southwest is closest to our route. We move southwest," he said, and turning, led the group in that direction.

The Herald of War once again spread his wings and swooped toward the distant, terrifying tactician.

The school’s martial arena was the place for practicing martial arts. There, a master of the Heavenly Origin Realm presided. If students wished to spar, they had to sign in with him.

When the battering ram was still over a hundred meters from the city walls, long-range throwing devices appeared atop the ramparts, hurling bottles of burning oil onto the siege engines below.

At noon, Zhang Yongcheng still wore a sullen expression, but the food he brought from his lunchbox was so lavish that even Lin Hong was amazed: chicken, duck, fish, and meat of all kinds, including Lin Hong’s particular favorite—braised pork.

Elder Zhang had no idea that his every move had already been discovered by Qian Renxue and the others! He’d thought his actions flawless, but now he was relieved he hadn’t done anything to harm His Highness.

Of course, all countries are the same: if the Mengmeng Kingdom ignored the activities of the Flower Kingdom, then the Flower Kingdom could just as easily seize territory from Mengmeng.

Wang Dong took out a string of coins as a gesture of goodwill to the county magistrate, and only then did he take Guan Yu to the Guan family village.

Wang Dong was a divine man, and the Six Generals of Dian Gang were unparalleled in their time—why fear the mere army of Messi?

"When the time comes, I hope you’ll speak well of me before the Demon Lord," the Divine Master of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty said with a forced smile.