Chapter 40: Bibi Dong's Conspiracy

Wang Dong observed Qing Luan’s hesitant expression, unable to help but ask, "Do you know the people outside?"

Qing Luan, who had been on the verge of leaving, sat back down. "Do not worry."

Though still suspicious, Wang Dong sat back down, bringing his little companion along.

Before long, the sounds of fighting outside ceased, and all traces of presence vanished.

Seeing that Qing Luan was unwilling to say more, Wang Dong did not press the matter; after all, the crisis had passed.

"Eh?" Yun Chen, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, looking at Qishilang by the roadside with a look of astonishment, emitting a soft sound of surprise.

Hearing the cheers of the crowd, the man triumphantly cupped his hands in a salute to those around him. Mr. Su nodded, signaled for him to sit, and then indicated with his gaze for the next person to share their opinion. Of the eight people seated, five agreed that Bi Gan was the greatest; Li Shicheng was among them.

I shattered his weapon and lunged forward a few meters, then turned my head to look at him in shock. Apart from his tattered clothes, he was completely unscathed from head to toe.

Tailong Mall is actually a relatively low-end retail space. Located near the university town, the people who shop there are ordinary working-class folks who naturally hope that the merchandise is both good and cheap—what is known as high quality at an affordable price.

A five-colored droplet fell from the conical stone pillar at the top of the secret chamber and landed in the groove of the pool. It did not create much of a splash; the remaining five-colored spiritual liquid in the pool was now nearly depleted, almost entirely absorbed by the four of them.

The group drove toward the headquarters at high speed, but they encountered an interception by robots on the way. Upon detecting the approach of humans, the robots immediately broadcast the news to all others, and robots from all over the city began to converge on their location from every direction.

Although she still considered Guo Jing a dim-witted man who amounted to nothing, she had already begun to view him as "her own" in her heart, though she remained unaware of it herself.

"In truth, for these past few years, our prefectural office has indeed relied on purchasing grain from the Wang family to fulfill our obligations to the imperial court. However, this year, the situation is somewhat different," Tian Tao continued.

Thinking of Yu Meixi and Duoduo, who were waiting at home with eager anticipation for his return, a surge of profound tenderness and affection welled up on Qin Ming's face.

Like the previous group of experts, the way this batch died was terrifying; their faces had inexplicably rotted beyond recognition.

"Then when will they appear?" Lu Qipao asked with some uncertainty; they could not stay in the southwest for too long.

From the attitude of these Red Blood Army generals alone, it was clear that they had lost their former respect for him. Along with his anger came a trace of sorrow. These men believed that the Tianfeng Kingdom was waning, and thus, as their sovereign, he had lost his former deterrent power.

In fact, it was impossible for the Emperor to be completely unaware of the matters concerning the Fujian merchant ships; he simply had not exposed them.

As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped the hilt with one hand and ran the other across the blade. A crimson radiance followed the path of the Blood Sovereign’s hand, and the great sword began to tremble violently, with increasing intensity.

The number of evil cultivators far exceeded that of the righteous path—at least two or three times as many. It had been a slaughter, a complete encirclement, but after Gu Ye unleashed the Red Lotus Realm and followed it with the Nine-Direction Flame Flow, the situation shifted from suppression and attrition to a massacre in the blink of an eye.

"Whether it works out or not, won't you know once you’ve finished testing your aptitude? For now, let’s just watch how others are tested," Murong Jiujiu said softly, gently patting Xing Zhou’s head.

Wang Fulai, standing to the side, began to sweat again, wishing he could tuck his head between his legs. He thought to himself, this Fang Er is truly a blockhead—how could he dare to say such things? The man is already a Prince; to say he is insatiable—if he were any more insatiable, would he be looking to rebel and usurp the throne?