Chapter 55

Xuan Yan was just about to speak when he suddenly burst into a fit of coughing. His face flushed crimson, as though he were coughing up his very internal organs.

The sudden appearance of Wu Kong immediately drew the attention of the dozen or so giant dragons. The lead dragon, its body radiating a golden glow, transformed into an elderly man in his sixties. A pair of sinister eyes fell upon Wu Kong for a brief moment before shifting away.

In truth, as for the betrothal gifts, she had no complaints regardless of the amount; she only feared they would give so much that the Left Prime Minister's Mansion would be unable to return the favor.

Although they desperately desired to share the bed of the Demon Lord, they still possessed a modicum of basic discretion. If the Demon Lord was unwilling, none of them dared to act recklessly.

Seeing Old Yao look at him with eyes full of hope, Yang Yi actually felt a pang of reluctance. Yet, even if he didn't speak now, wouldn't Old Yao find out about it later anyway?

Two intoxicated and lewd men blocked Lin Ling's path, casting brazenly aggressive gazes upon her.

Hu Yan asked, "Is that so? Then what would you say your current philosophy, or core business principle, is?"

"What do you think you're doing?! If you dare to harm Wu Ling, my Wuqi Sect will fight you to the bitter end, even if it means being shattered to pieces!" she screamed in panic.

Wu Kong let out an angry roar, his mountain-like palm abruptly slamming down toward the speaking general. The latter's expression turned grim. Possessing the cultivation base of a mid-stage Saint Emperor and serving as the Grand General of the Sirius Army, he had enjoyed supreme glory and splendor throughout the boundless expanse of years past. When had he ever encountered someone as audacious as Wu Kong?

Moreover, the most crucial issue was food. Within their own origin space, the only edible thing for these people was the petals of the Passion Flower. However, for ordinary people, this stuff could barely suffice to ward off hunger and sustain life for a short period.

"Heh, that's more like it. Come on, I have several containers in my Cosmos Sack that were originally meant for food and water. Since you insist on having this mud, we might as well pack it up in those," Zhang Meng said, continuously pulling out an astonishing array of buckets, water vats, pots, bowls, ladles, and other mind-boggling containers from her Cosmos Sack.

When she changed back into men's attire and paced over to the Crown Prince's bedchamber, candlelight filtered through the white gauze window lattice, casting a tall, slender, and elegant shadow that flickered repeatedly inside the room.

Those doctors were somewhat unaccustomed to hearing such polite words from Liu Shuang so abruptly. They exchanged polite pleasantries in return and followed Ye Zi to her home.

"Then I must return and make proper preparations." Tan Luo hurriedly tucked the shop deed into her bosom and bolted out the door in a flash.

"This..." Lin Yuan frowned, deep in thought and struggling to recall as he wrung his brains to organize the reports submitted by his informants.

More importantly, not only did Tianji Zi act in a mysterious manner, but he also seemed intentionally set on probing the backgrounds of everyone in Lingtian City. His words were laden with instigation and probing, which was what Ling Luo dreaded the most.

At this moment, they were dispersed among these three major races, each harboring their own hidden agendas, intending to alter their plans depending on how the situation unfolded.

"So, do you people of the Orthodox Heaven Sect practice lightness kung fu?" Hearing this, Fu Yunnuan seemed as though she had truly never used lightness kung fu before; even when entering the yamen just a moment ago, she had been dragged in by Yu Pianpian.

Tan Luo pushed against the aggressively advancing, scorching chest. This abnormal heat made her feel as though she were melting into a pool of vernal water, leaving her delicate, soft, and utterly strengthless.

Night Yun crossed his left arm horizontally to block Kali's incoming fist, while his right arm thrust straight out, carrying immense force as it slammed into Kali's chest.

Yet, considering the recent circumstances, the fact that she was an old acquaintance of Baoyuan should be true, and it only came to light now because we accidentally stumbled upon it. If she harbored malicious intentions, she would have had plenty of opportunities in the past; why bother with such a superfluous gesture?

Bizarrely, although Wei Yanzhi was stripped of his official position, Consort Shun, Wei Xian, in the imperial palace did not suffer the slightest association; instead, she received increasingly lavish favor.

Liu Yan flicked his finger forward, and a streak of swift light shot toward the end of the corridor, naturally curving to follow the escape route of the already infected old Biao. Three seconds later, a scream straight out of the depths of hell echoed from the other end of the starship, making it evident that the strike had reduced him to ashes.

Tang Zhen's expression shifted. With a flick of her long sleeve, a ball of black light instantly flew out, flashing once before transforming into a complete Black Sun Chain.

"Alright, everyone keep up the good work. Let's start filming!" Director Kim Do-hyun had arrived very early as well. Watching the high-spirited crowd, he said with a broad, pleased smile.

Emperor Zhiyou did not care how much of these words were true or how much required verification; his entire focus was anchored entirely upon a single phrase.

"Oh, I really couldn't tell you were given to affected refinement..." Zi Ge curled her lips, glanced at me sideways, and turned to walk away.

Mao Yue looked at these familiar colleagues. Compared to a little over a month ago when she left Rongcheng, the down jackets they wore were much thicker, but they were all visibly thinner. Though exhausted, they were in high spirits, and their voices were all hoarse when greeting Mao Yue.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan seized a moment to pat the storage bag at his waist and took out the brocade box containing the ten-thousand-year-old "Lotus Cremation Grass."

"Comrades, today we are going to fight a formidable opponent from Country A. Fighting alongside us are a certain police captain and their team members. We are permitted only success, failure is not an option! Do you understand?" Milan said with high morale.

"Bang! Bang!" The giant sword was battered apart by the turbulent currents, shattering into pieces high in the air. In an instant, the color of the heavens and earth changed. After the roaring echoes faded, not a single intact spot remained on the training ground; the entire ground had caved in.

"Hmph, if you want me to lift the punishment, you must agree to one condition of mine," said Mei Xiachang.

This time, General Muhade had secured the assistance of the imperial army and the pilgrim, laying the foundation for his next step to completely annihilate the five bull and beast demons on Ghost Bull Mountain. He reported all the circumstances here to Grand General Muretai, and with the help of the pilgrim and his disciples, they began planning their next demon-subduing operation.

Thus, he began taking out his medicine trowel to dig up the soil and locate the roots of the ganoderma. To dig up such a spiritual herb, one had to extract it entirely intact; otherwise, it would lose its spiritual essence.

However, it was only at this moment that he discovered that the seemingly frail and emaciated old man possessed a terrifying and horrifying power within his body, akin to a massive boulder rooting itself firmly into the earth.

"Hahaha, my Great Tang shall endure forever!" Li Shihuang laughed up to the skies, and as he laughed, a tear uncontrollably slipped from the corner of his eye.

"Understood!" Though they were extremely reluctant, they understood that military orders are absolute—they had to do whatever they were told, though they still grumbled a bit beforehand.

"Aren't you quite clever? You don't even know how to lie; where would people come from here?" Dongfang Qian said softly.

The newcomer sported short brown hair with two strands of orange locks hanging down his forehead, fluttering somewhat gracefully in the air. His facial features were quite decent, and a faint, frivolous smile hung at the corners of his mouth. A pair of eyes darted about nimbly, giving him a slick and slippery air.