Chapter 156: High-Tier Medicinal Pills

Hearing what Cao Yi had to say, Lin Hao felt quite tempted and was very eager to witness the unique features of the cultivation nation in this plane.

Just as Cao Yi and Lin Hao stepped outside, someone suddenly walked past the doorway. Catching sight of Cao Yi, the person's eyes lit up at first, only for their expression to instantly turn bitter.

Frowning at this, Cao Yi noticed that the surrounding environment was amiss and in a state of disarray. There were no other people in sight, not even guards at the entrance.

A bad prehension welled up in his heart. Staring at the person, he asked sharply, "What is going on here? Has anything happened during my absence?"

The disciple replied in an agitated manner, "Young master, during this time, the King has fallen gravely ill, and the four major..."

Jian Feiyu looked like a god of war incarnate. With his twin firearms firing continuously, he was utterly in an invincible rhythm. Not only were the cultists who rushed forward shot dead without exception, but even several cultists who had turned and fled in terror were shot down from behind.

Xu Nian wore a grievance-laden expression with nowhere to seek justice, while a chilling sensation crept through his heart... He knew very well that he hadn't made a move, yet his second uncle had suddenly dropped dead like that... Was it the work of ghosts?

At that critical moment, a streak of golden light suddenly burst forth from the mountain stronghold, plunging straight toward the southeast before vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Song Leshui sat right beside him, holding a lamp switch and looking at him with mounting excitement.

"If you want to split it, you can take a share at any time," Zhu Da said in a muffled voice. Li He quickly shook his head; all his attention had been focused on the gold and silver earlier, and it took him a moment to react.

Young men serving as commoner clerks and aides who wanted to learn, grow, and build connections while guarding against various risks in their duties had to attach themselves to experienced elders or seniors with influence and capability. This had already become an established rule across the clerk and runner professions in the prefectures, states, and counties of the Great Ming.

Li Moran turned around, looked at Xiao Ya, and said softly, "Don't think I don't know what you're hiding from me. I'll give you a few days, and I expect you to clear things up with Xiaomei yourself." With that, he picked up his coat and walked downstairs.

However, upon meeting them, Zhao Baolin found that this family was exceptionally amiable and warm. As soon as the two families gathered, they were laughing and chatting away in no time, with all sense of estrangement completely vanishing.

In earlier times, people used soybean oil, sprinkling it all around their homes to pray for a thriving and prosperous new year.

This Xie Ting was far more beautiful than he had imagined, and the smile on her face was completely different from the cold expression he had pictured. Yet, beneath that smile, Ye Fan perceived a chill that kept people at a thousand paces, and behind that aloofness lay a pride deeply rooted in her blood.

As for this great battle, upon hearing that her father was going to publicly hold a bride-selection contest for her, she—possessing extremely high aspirations—was naturally unwilling in every possible way. Yet, unable to openly defy him, she came up with the idea of using these discarded objects to make things difficult for the participating contestants, letting them know their true capabilities so they would retreat in the face of difficulty.

During her regency over state affairs, many ministers were dissatisfied with Lin Cangming's unfilial conduct. They successively petitioned the Heavenly Court to strip him of his crown prince status and select another filial and capable prince to replace Lin Cangming in attending to the ailing emperor in the Universe Hall.

Carrying Lei Ying on his back, Ye Fan felt a flash of astonishment in his dark eyes. He took a deep breath, his expression shifting violently.

Yet she could not help herself; she could not stop uttering caustic remarks to lick the wounds of her own inferior life.

I smiled and walked behind the screen. Not long after, Xie Jin walked in. Having already experienced much of the political ladder, it had become his most precious asset. Starting from the reign of Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, he had served three generations of emperors, yet he was only thirty-six or thirty-seven years old this year—right in the prime of his career.

"The King has already handed the matter of dealing with Lady Zheng over to you, and wants me to properly discipline Yijiu," Empress Shen said with a look of disillusionment.

Upon returning to the Bell and Drum Department, I grabbed a pot of tea and gulped it down eagerly. The performance I had just put on to cope with the situation had left me utterly exhausted and parched.

He had offended the people of the Thunder Alliance just a moment ago, and now Xue Qingwu was demanding that he join the Thunder Alliance. This was clearly an attempt to torment him. If not for his consideration of Ye Qingling's safety, he would never have undertaken such an unrewarding task.