Volume One, Chapter 11: The Three Treasures Come to Rescue Xia Nanzhi, Only to Be Caught in a Net

It wasn’t out of fear, for her purpose in coming here was to unite with Wang Yi and conceive the divine emperor.

Seeing his troubled expression, Lu Yi could only nod and then stepped outside.

As a deity of the celestial realm, ensuring his servant’s continuous succession was meant to help him choose a successor—to enable the heir to resolve the realm’s issues.

Li Tengyun narrowed his eyes, remaining motionless. The elders behind him exchanged glances, their minds clear.

He was truly furious this time. Upon entering, he had been completely overwhelmed by the five imperial techniques—utterly powerless. The dignity of the Supreme Emperor was utterly shattered. More than anything, he was shocked, unable to comprehend how Qin Hengtian could wield five imperial techniques simultaneously.

If someone were watching, they would be amazed to see Yu Yu now truly resembling a tree, his body covered with verdant branches.

Before anyone could continue admiring, a collapsing cave erupted, and from it leapt Xu Fu, the second-generation zombie, cradling the bloodied Yamamoto Kazuo in one arm.

After such chaos, no one was in the mood for interviews. The brief session ended hastily, and Chen Zifeng, Lian Yuling, and others walked to the audience seats, ready to watch the movie together.

Jia Yarui was flung in the very direction where Li Zhicheng was dodging. Without hesitation, Li Zhicheng leapt forward and caught her.

Old Sun still disagreed, saying, “No way. You must match the size of the hat to the head. If you don’t have enough money, you can’t take so much from others. Calculate how much is still needed; I still have some family savings left.”

Jiang Lianzhu stepped forward in one swift move, pressed his acupoint, grasped his throat, and then forced a pill into his mouth.

Everything was held to a high standard and grand vision; whatever was popular in Xiangcheng was rebuilt in that image. It was completely different from the scenes Jiang Lianzhu had witnessed when pursuing the culprit next door.

The two exchanged glances, both equally astonished. How could it be? How could it suddenly vanish? Was it a mirage? No—they were immortals; this was impossible.

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The forensic supervisor glanced at Meng Lian. Earlier, Meng Lian had already demonstrated her superb acting skills, and this time she was well-prepared, perfectly embodying the image of a young and promising forensic expert.

He kept shouting repeatedly, even banging his head against the ground. The force of the impact produced continuous “thud” sounds around them.

Xing Kui pondered for a moment but decided not to let these people witness the quarrel between Yin Caiyuan and Yin Nanfei.

Mo Xi quietly carried the cleaning bucket, tiptoed to the bathroom door, and set the bucket on top of it as lightly as possible.

“If you can’t control or influence the Blood Beast Gang’s decisions, then what have you been doing all these years under His Majesty’s orders? What use are you?” Chen Zhenghan sneered.

Jiang Lianzhu visited the neighboring War King’s villa daily to pulse-check the old fisherman, observe his condition, test medicines, and refine better prescriptions.

Mo Xi, still being pulled by Yin Ruo Jun, hadn’t run two steps before he caught sight of someone firing a shot in his direction. With Yin Ruo Jun in front, if he didn’t push him aside, the bullet would hit him; but pushing him aside would likely mean he’d be shot.

Over the past month, Luoyang City, once ravaged by war, had long since returned to its former state. The bustling crowds filled the city inside and out, leaving only the buried bones underground to silently recount the brutality of the past battles against Dong.

But the next moment, as if summoned by some force, his form twisted slightly before he spoke.

“There’s no need to risk capturing them. The total number of civilians in the entire Evil Spirit Clan is limited, and replenishing warriors is not so easy.”

Liu Lian recounted her past, modestly embellishing it—there wasn’t a change every month as exaggerated. Of course, she envied Lin Yu; after all, the thrill of first love is the most unforgettable, just like Lin Yu and Li Qing’s simple and pure bond.

Liu Yi tidied the back seat of the car, then helped Madam Qin sit down there. Pushing the bicycle, he headed toward the Qin family residence.

Xie Huiwu lowered his eyebrows. These imperial children were ones he had watched grow—from their earliest lively days to their latest sly and cunning nature, each with their own hidden schemes.

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Voters refusing to cast ballots believed these politicians were all in cahoots. No matter who was chosen, campaign promises would never be fulfilled, and the actual benefits would be divided among the elected party’s insiders.

He swallowed hard, returned before Liu Bei, and forced a bitter smile, “Xuande, for the sake of our comradeship, please don’t make things difficult for me.”

According to Song Ziyu’s reasoning, he had shown some skill and thus deserved respect.

During the two days of deliberation, Yuan Shao intended to place Liu Bei among the larger forces to enhance his voice and position him as the commanding leader.

Inferior wood, poor-quality bellflower roots, low-grade sand and stones—things many considered worthless—were all sought-after commodities by the Grogening family.

At the Moon Invitation Courtyard, the character for “moon” originally signifies wood. This screen blocking negative energy was also made of wood, so placing two fire-element vessels was like fire burning wood—an ominous clash.

Zhong Li Yun and the others looked much relieved upon hearing this, clearly believing that Tan Lang wouldn’t deceive them. After all, Tan Lang had said he represented the government—would the government lie to them?

Despite external voices, Tang Ning remained silent, fully aware of her position. Once she relinquished each of her roles, she would never look back.

However, human immortals and warriors harness their blood and qi with sheer will, refining their acupoints with meticulous precision, pure and unadulterated. Cultivators, on the other hand, refine their acupoints with true qi, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, sun and moon, drawing power from the vast universe.