Nineteen thousand and nineteen

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And the first prize went to Dong Kelan. Would she choose Gate Nine? According to previous reasoning, Dong Kelan was the most likely to choose Gate Nine.

This displeased the salesperson, as she had had her eye on that dress for a long time and was planning to buy one for her husband as well.

The Ancestral Temple was passed down from master to apprentice for generations; the temple's property could be inherited and belonged exclusively to a particular sect. Practitioners from other sects could temporarily reside there but were not allowed to interfere with temple affairs.

After finishing their meal, time was running late. They still needed to hurry back to the capital and report to the emperor. Mo Yuchen felt there was little hope here and hoped Li Jiang would make some discoveries.

Though they spoke casually, their eyes occasionally glanced over at me with curious expressions.

The distance between them was neither too close nor too far—just a breath away. Jiang Yuebai’s fist could strike the face of the Venerable Xuanlong, but simultaneously, Xuanlong Scales or the Xuanlong Spear would manifest before his fist. The one that did not appear would inevitably block the gourd that could launch a sneak attack at any moment.

Outside the city, Song Hong, who was pursuing them, had no siege equipment and could only try to break through the city gates. However, both the north and south gates were firmly blocked, causing him some difficulty.

Our Prince Jin could no longer hold on. Originally, Li Zhi had classes in the palace that afternoon, but now Prince Jin only wished to see his fifth brother.

Youziyuan knew well that the Western Mansion Army had strict military regulations, forbidding soldiers from plundering during marches or battles.

“Your Highness, please don’t~.” Yuan Xiangwan was very weak at this moment and was cut off by Mo Yuchen before finishing her words. He ordered the imperial guards to announce the King's audience with the King of Chu.

The longstanding grudges between the Dark Guild and the Eight Great Guilds meant that a confrontation now could lead to unpredictable consequences.

This was not specifically targeting Yang Yan; having officials check each other’s power was a consistent practice in the Song Dynasty. Yang Yan had come to understand this somewhat and was satisfied that several of his proposals had been approved by the court, so he harbored no further dissatisfaction.

“Just now you said your name was Gu Yan. Are you the one who was invited into the court by the Emperor after defeating Li Junfeng in the Sky Blue Pavilion in the capital?” the man inquired.

Thus, all the generals unanimously vowed to fight the Song army to the death. Meanwhile, the Song forces had evidently anticipated this move by the Western Xia army and had arranged their formations, standing ready.

As dusk approached, a cool breeze blew through the half-open window, gently stirring the curtains. This chill caused Feng Qiange, lying unconscious on the bed, to frown slightly. The voice from the imperial tomb still faintly echoed in her ears, inexplicably tugging at her heart.

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From the tavern, to Hualian School, and then to Ziwei Star Song, the school football matches, and various strange incidents... Jiang Qicai suddenly felt a bit melancholic.

The universe and all things began in primordial chaos—from nothing to something, from something back to nothing. Life endlessly cycles and repeats. In an instant, Jiang Qicai's mind became unprecedentedly enlightened.

“Xuangumen among the Nine Gates?” Gu Yan exclaimed in amazement. This was the third-ranked sect among the Nine Gates, only behind Cangjian and Yuehua.

Liu Tao sent his skill introduction to Lin Pingting and also saw the skills she had obtained.

Xiuyai reached back to embrace her, whispering gently by her ear, “In a few days, I will have someone transplant these wisteria vines to the Kunning Palace, so you can see them every day, alright?” These were her favorite flowers, and he hoped they could be planted where she would see them as soon as she opened her eyes.

Below the peak, Wutong shouted loudly, gathering all four cultivators undergoing tribulation close to himself.

Mo Xibai was now ranked above him. Ying’er and Leiting had reached the Tiancha level, just one level below him. Moreover, with Qingluan Zhirisun present, nothing was likely to go wrong. Although he said Mingxiao could appear at any time, deep down he believed Mingxiao would keep his word.

Teacher Sun was parched from speaking, pursed his lips, and took out a set of cosmetics from beneath the podium, arranging lip balm, facial cleanser, masks, foundation—seven or eight items in total—on the desk.

Yuan Sanye dragged Liu Yucheng forward slowly, step by step. After the flying device disappeared from sight overhead, he finally exhaled deeply, then was overcome by drowsiness.

“Well done.” Leng Yixiu’s eternally icy face now showed a trace of schadenfreude as he patted her head in approval.

“Lin’an, if there is a ‘what if,’ would you be willing to marry me?” Ziyue grasped his sleeve tightly. Perhaps all the past could be set aside; she only needed acknowledgment, a promise.

When she was Mu Ye, she had met Nangong Jinghong only two or three times, yet he saw through her character so thoroughly—truly the young master of the Nangong family.

“Your perception is still as sharp as ever, Zhang,” a deep voice with a hint of a smile suddenly sounded in the room.

At first, when he found his thoughts unbelievable, a virtual panel suddenly appeared before Paqi’s eyes, startling him greatly.

“Brother Su!” Chen Jifan, moved by Su Qiyan’s understanding, threw herself into his arms and cried uncontrollably.

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After receiving the phone call, Yulin relayed the matter to Shuyan and asked her to say farewell to Mingfeng at the station.

After hearing this, Pang Tianxi felt he had been too rash before, punishing Tan Jingtin with suspension based solely on Zhu Hongda’s word. He felt a bit guilty and apologetically patted Tan Jingtin’s shoulder.

He believed his talent and potential were not inferior to anyone; his divine powers were unmatched throughout the sacred mountains of the Western Heaven.

“No wonder Chen Juzhai, despite teaching everything, couldn’t unleash the power of the formation—Liang Ping’an’s failure wasn’t due to dull talent but because Longshou Mountain no longer offered any power to draw on!” Fang Tianyou thought helplessly, his confidence fading.

His words were severe. I was secretly anxious, only hoping the old monk and the Buddhist disciples would remain detached from worldly affairs, uninterested in these vain honors. If only a single stroke could sever him in two.

These four pillars were, respectively, Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong, Chancellor Shang Rong, Vice Prime Minister Gan, and Martial King Huang Feihu.

Immediately after Li Qiuyang selected the Key of Laws, he had exhausted all opportunities in the secondary treasure and was directly returned by an invisible force to the primary treasure.

After the middle-aged man in yellow robes vented his anger for a while, he pointed his hand. The golden jade seal flew into the air, landing on the pink glow and began to sprinkle a gentle, rain-like nectar.

The enormous black steel framework covered several thousand square meters, forming an indoor airport.

Fang Tianyou sought exactly this effect. As the three wolf kings’ formation fell into disorder, Fang Tianyou appeared beside one wolf king and struck its head with a “True Essence Finger.”

This possibility might have always existed. Since Fangfang’s pregnancy, she disappeared from the social stage. Even the Equality Association was left to people like Zhen Jiu to operate. Partly for the needs of nurturing the fetus and causing mischief, and partly because they foresaw possible moves by their opponents and hid early on.