Chapter 39: They Are Not As Beautiful As You

"Sister Wen Min, we are heading to Wa City to source materials, so it is not really on the way," Zhao Chen said with a smile. "Next time, for sure. Next time I will definitely go to Longtang to hang out."

Although he said that, his inner thoughts were quite different: "Hang out, my foot! I barely managed to escape that den of tigers and wolves, why would I ever go back? Is there anywhere that isn't more fun than that godforsaken mining district in Longtang?"

"Fine, it's a deal then. You're with Tang Yan, right? I wish you both success in finding the materials you want." Wen Min hung up the phone after saying this, leaving Zhao Chen feeling suspicious. This woman didn't say anything else—could she have truly abandoned the idea of dragging him back?

Tang Yan teased him with a giggle, "Look how scared you are. Sister Wen Min's sphere of influence..."

They seemed to see Lin Feng once again in the royal mansion, peerless and wild, possessing the heroic spirit of one who slaughters rebels. Today, the mention of Leng Mugning by the Imperial Master, Bu Ping, and Zhou Yanxin stirred a sense of indomitable fighting spirit within him, a desire to battle against the heavens and the earth. It could be said that the experiences of their exile years made them crave power above all else, but those same experiences had also become the very blades hanging over their heads.

The opponent's cultivation had already reached the eighth stage of the Heavenly Emperor Realm; if he did not block, he would not be able to withstand a direct hit.

"I'll talk!" The man could no longer endure the fear brought on by such pressure and roared out. Then, with a furious shout, he tore off one of his own arms, effectively crippling his right hand himself.

"Ni Chang, don't you claim to know everything from ancient times to the present? Then tell me, how can I control myself and stay in a state of clarity, even while in a berserk state?" Zhang Sui looked at Ni Chang with expectant eyes.

Zhao Chen was stunned, scared witless! He certainly didn't recognize the medallion, but could he fail to understand the five-clawed golden dragon? He thought to himself, "It can't be that bad, can it? What on earth did I do to provoke even the Imperial family? No, I should say, the Emperor?"

For example, he could write some music reviews in the tone of a professional musician, or even use the reviews to step on the new album of the Future Group in order to promote Qin Fei.

Wei Jingtian and his red-tasseled spear transformed into a silver dragon, opening its bloody maw and lunging toward Zhang Sui, who was descending from the sky.

However, regardless of their disguise—even though they were all dressed in commoner's clothing—the group of several dozen people still appeared exceptionally conspicuous. They drew frequent side-glances from passersby, unable to conceal that distinct aura.

If the pure snow lotus sent by Jiang Ruoyun had not been problematic, the Prince would not have fallen ill, nor would he have lost his temper so easily. As the Prince's personal guard, he had suffered many beatings and scoldings because of the Prince's bout of diarrhea and illness.

"I'm not new here, but I work as I please. I come when I feel like it," Mu Qiqi said truthfully.

The Eastern Indians' mastery of firearms was almost on par with that of the white men, whereas the Indians here possessed almost no firearms at all. Therefore, when he found himself in such an unfavorable situation, he naturally associated it with very bad things.

But his brother, who had been perfectly fine, had only started feeling unwell after eating pastries from "Hao Ke Lai," which was why he had misunderstood.

Jiang Lili was stunned. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she was too tired to be polite to Yi Yang. She said, "Then thank you..." After a moment's thought, she added, "By the way, there is a hidden compartment in the electrical box by the door. My house keys are inside." This was a secret she could never tell an outsider.

Mu Qiqi tried everything she could think of, her tone shifting from confidence to doubt to questioning, and finally, to giving up entirely.

After breakfast, Yi Yang moved two chairs onto the living room balcony, brewed a pot of lemon and grapefruit tea, and called Jiang Lili over. The two of them faced the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, watching the city in the rain while drinking tea and chatting.

The weather outside the window was a bit gloomy; winters in Hanning City were often like this. Occasionally, it would rain in the winter, and the cold, damp rain falling on the ground made one's bones shiver.

On each of the three main peaks stood a palace, perched atop the summits and glowing with a brilliant golden light. These were professional specialties, and in addition, there were many universal specialties that provided equally powerful enhancements to combat.

Archers could be upgraded from slingers, so Ye Xiao decisively chose to spend money to upgrade to archers.

Hum! As he spoke, the sky above suddenly twisted, and then a stone tablet fell from the heavens. It seemed this must be the trial prompt.

In the early years of the Chongzhen reign of the Ming Dynasty, the Chuang Wang rebelled, the world was in chaos, bandits and thieves arose everywhere, and the Ming Empire was precarious. Yet, as the spring imperial examinations approached, the grand competition continued. Scholar Chang Jiusheng from Suzhou and Bo Yiwu traveled together toward the capital for the metropolitan examination. The two rode horses, trekking over mountains and through rivers, braving wind and rain until they reached Yimeng in Shandong.

The chief examiner wore a troubled expression and consulted with the officials on both sides. One suggested that Li Jin could temporarily fill the position, granting Wang Tao an eight-year leave, and that he could take office after the leave ended. For now, the position of the City God of Luoyang, Henan, would be temporarily held by Li Jin.

Its ability was limited to using its natural instincts to find prey; it was no longer capable of hunting independently.

Three days had passed, and the business turnover of Haolan's stall had squeezed into the top tier of Sanxing Middle School. More and more diners came here; after all, many people wanted to taste the delicious, nameless grilled meat roasted by Haolan himself.

Then, he raised his hand and sent a message to the sect before turning back. He prepared to learn a bit more about Lin Kongxue.

Seeing Qing Yuyan's tightly furrowed brows, Qing Xiyan smiled—it was still a sweet smile, but it was filled entirely with hatred.

The sound of the explosion had already shaken the nearby residents. Fortunately, this allowed Qi Leng-han to save his life, but his injuries were too severe, and he remained in a coma after being sent to the hospital.

The man looked at the Tarot cards in his hand with a wooden expression, but his eyes revealed an indescribable shock.

Cao Yan was so angry her face turned black. She turned around, intending to act like a spoiled child to her mother and see if she could get any benefits out of it.

One *shi* of rice in the Ming Dynasty was about 155 jin. The official tax was 15 jin, which was nearly one *dou*, and with an additional levy of 5 jin, it became one *dou* and two *sheng*. In the past, during the Ming Dynasty, except for the Su and Song regions in the south where the land tax was the heaviest, the tax was generally about three *sheng* per *mu*, though the additional "fire-melt" surcharges were quite high.

"I am giving you a chance to clear your name! Grasp it well!" Long Linfei swept a look of indifference across his cold, stern face, glanced at Gu Ling'er, and said lightly.

Jun Wuxie nodded obediently. She knew nothing of all this, and perhaps whatever Jun Wuyao said was correct.

On his massive face, his eyes blinked suddenly, and an invisible, powerful shockwave blasted toward Zephyr.

Wang Zhu suddenly realized something was wrong. When Cai Jing said, "Do not punish too severely," he certainly meant that there would be a punishment. By saying this, the head of the Imperial Academy would surely punish Zhou Bing heavily—at the very least, dozens of lashes, and at worst, he would be handed over to the Kaifeng Prefecture, thrown into prison, and left in darkness.

"Old brother, with so many enemy troops, can we hold them off?" Sha Dutian, after all, was someone who had never experienced a major battle. Faced with so many enemy troops, a trace of fear inevitably welled up in his heart.

Qiao Chu, standing to the side, was about to go crazy. He felt that if he stayed there any longer, he would get a stye in his eye, so he wailed and ran out. Hua Yao and the others also very self-consciously retreated from the room, leaving the space for Jun Wuxie and Jun Wuyao.

At this moment, the Soul Master walked solemnly into the center of the Taihe Square in Taiyuan City, toward the altar for sacrificing to Heaven and Earth.

Yang Yi had never expected that Wu Huan, who had been promoted to a Superior Spiritual Master, would be so treacherous, using the same vicious words as himself to goad him.