Chapter 106: Milking South Korea for All It’s Worth

Jiang Yining had changed into a Chanel summer slip dress, which accentuated her graceful figure. As she stepped out of the car, her hands were filled with shopping bags.

Upon arriving at the East Garden, the Emperor and the Empress Dowager were already seated in the places of honor, while Consort Li, Consort Rong, Consort Shu, and Consort Jin waited to the side.

"Without an imperial decree, he actually dares to lead troops into the palace? Is he attempting treason?" Shen Ningxuan shook off Qing’er’s arm, her face dark with fury and her entire body trembling with rage.

Ade had always been sharp; his shouting at this moment made Zhuyu feel a subtle sense of unease.

Murong Wei glanced at her. She was wearing a sky-blue floral top with a moon-white pleated skirt, cinched at the waist with a wide moon-white belt. Although her face was slightly pale, she seemed to have recovered; her hair was adorned only with a few simple gold-plated hairpins, giving her a plain and modest appearance.

Yet, after the words left her lips, she felt a flicker of regret. What if... what if he really were to... what would she do then?

His intentions had been good, but as time passed, and as the words A-Luo spoke to him became increasingly ruthless, cold, and excessive, his emotions were inevitably stirred. Unknowingly, he lost sight of his original purpose and became consumed by A-Luo’s distress.

Looking at Yue Tingcheng before her, Zhao Qingluo suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Not wanting him to notice her fragility, she merely nodded obediently. After Yue Tingcheng left, Zhao Qingluo saw the cup of warm milk he had left for her, and a wave of warmth washed over her heart.

"Your family is merely poor folk from the countryside; how could you possibly possess such gold and silver? Furthermore, this gold hairpin bears the official seal of the Grand Tutor’s manor. Do you still intend to argue?" Zhuyu said coldly.

This child... he seems to have grown quite well. His lips are pursed, as if he were acting spoiled toward him.

In the southern part of Chu, there is a creature called the Mingling, which takes five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn. In ancient times, there was the Great椿 tree, which took eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn. Yet Peng Zu is famous today for his longevity; is it not a tragedy that the common people compare themselves to him? Tang’s questioning of Ji was exactly this: north of the barren lands, there is a dark sea—the Heavenly Pond.

Just as the call ended, the system, which had been silent for a long time, unwilling to be ignored, chimed with a new task.

"Right, okay!" Although terror flickered in 3T’s eyes, he still raised his heavy shield firmly and charged to the front of the team.

Moreover, practitioners of martial arts have excellent digestion and hearty appetites; even if Atobe’s eyes were like X-rays, he could not discern anything amiss.

The spies of the Secret Intelligence Guard were truly formidable. After all, their ancestors had been in the business; scouting and espionage were hereditary skills. Such talents were rare, and they were even more capable than the scouts responsible for gathering intelligence in the military.

It glared with ferocious light, sensing that it would likely not escape its fate. It stared at him with hatred, yet also with a sense of fear—a contradictory state of mind.

"Yes!" The madam of the brothel scrambled up immediately, leading the way to guide Li Hubiao and his troops upstairs.

"I will wait a while longer. I want to see the level of the others," Lan Yuanju hesitated, then said firmly.

This was Zhang Yide’s greatest concern. He did not know how many of these cyborgs existed, and an army of ordinary humans would have no defense against such beings. If they faced them, he feared their offensive would be severely crippled.

A black shadow whipped through the air, blotting out the sky and striking the two Realm Spirits repeatedly. The thudding sounds were deafening, and the void itself trembled. The two spirits were tossed back and forth like sandbags, in a truly miserable state.

Qian Xing had not awakened, but his obsession seemed to have returned. His unyielding will, much like the life-and-death wings born from the vortex of life and death, and similar to the union of man and spear, acted on an instinctive drive to survive. Subconsciously, he flew away, and now, driven by a powerful survival instinct, he subconsciously sought to awaken.

After settling Anna, Hu Ye simply summoned Alina and the Headless Horseman as well. However, space in the house was limited, so the Headless Horseman’s mount had to remain in its exclusive dimension.

He looked hopefully toward Huangfu Rou’s carriage, but there was no movement for a long time. The dark guards sat on their horses, watching Helian Qi with mockery, and Qingxue looked at him with utter disdain.

Watching Shan Guangji stare fixedly at the check while he spoke, Gu Fei’s eyes couldn't help but flash with deep contempt.

"How could it be you?" He gasped, his face full of astonishment, unable to believe his eyes.

A sudden, lightheaded dizziness washed over her! It came so abruptly that even she hadn't expected it.

"It’s all my fault. It is because the people I sent to the Western Regions have yet to send word. Otherwise, the poison in my brother’s body would have long since been cleared," Shen Mingyuan said, blaming himself.

"You are so persistent; what is your purpose in entering the Prince’s manor?" Uncle Li was not so easily deceived.

But thinking of this, he understood that some things must have an end. What she did not complete while she was alive, he should now provide her with a resolution.

Max also stood up in a fit of rage and kicked Xia Hou fiercely. Xia Hou merely clutched his shoulder and shrieked—the pain of being kicked was far worse than the bullet wound.

"You court death." A golden sword suddenly appeared in the Dragon Emperor’s hand, growing in size as it swung toward the Purple Emperor’s head. The strike was so sudden that neither the Wood God nor the Heavenly Emperor could intervene in time. The golden sword sliced through the Purple Emperor’s head as easily as cutting vegetables.

Who would have thought that the person he had been paying attention to was actually a general? Since when were generals so easy to be? Though they were in completely different professions, he, a master draped in purple-gold monk’s robes, was no match for a general.

Zhuo Yinan hurriedly changed the subject, seemingly unwilling to stay in such an awkward atmosphere for even half a second longer. As she spoke, she gestured for Liang Chen to look at the ceiling of the cavern. The water was no longer pouring down from the gap, but she could not understand why water had flooded in from above to extinguish the fire.

The silver projectiles struck Zimo Li, Norris, and the other second-tier evolvers, forcing them to retreat repeatedly. Meng Da even charged forward through the barrage, swinging his giant hammer at Chi Hua’s head.

"Assistant Li, do you have any evidence for what you say?" Chu Yun hesitated, her words showing a desire to defend him.

From the moment the old man appeared, Wang Qiongxian, who had been guarding the altar and chanting spells, could no longer sit still. After burning seven sticks of blue incense, she hurried forward to block the old man.