Chapter 60 Target Cannot Be Selected, Unable to Mimic

Di Qiu quietly watched the conclusion of the selection trials, and the results were finally out.

There were six successful contestants in total: Di Qiu, Sikong Lu, Meng Congling, Zhang Chu, and Wu Li.

And there was also An Lang, who had interrupted Li Xiaolu's winning streak midway through the tournament.

He was the chubby boy who had passed the entry assessment for the Micro-Information Bureau alongside Di Qiu.

He possessed the ability to foresee events up to two minutes into the future.

Through observation, Di Qiu had come to appreciate the immense advantage of this power, which allowed one to anticipate an opponent's moves and preemptively counterattack by dodging out of the way.

With a sharp swish, the Taiji Yin-Yang diagram hurtled toward Ye Feng with crushing force. Wherever it passed, the void warped and distorted, as if it were on the verge of shattering at any moment.

Xiao Luo nodded and strode forward, though he paused slightly as he passed by Mei Shuang.

"Alright, you two idiots, go grab the bags and pack up the money!" the leader roared furiously. "Yes, boss!" Two of the thugs immediately rushed to fetch a cloth sack, stuffing the cash inside with reddened eyes and faces full of manic excitement.

The grandest palace at the very top belonged to the Dragon King Palace, while the nine palaces situated below it housed the nine major disciples under the Dragon King's command.

***

Ye Feng immediately informed Guo Chaoran and the others about the Ji family treasure, sharing his own deductions with them.

Meng Die said coldly, "If you don't dare to go, then wait right here." With that, she flew out of the grove.

"Mengyao, do you still want to keep walking around?" Ye Ming asked. If Mengyao wanted to continue shopping, he truly wondered whether he would be able to hold out much longer. "No more shopping, let's head back!" Since Han Xue had already left, Li Mengyao certainly had no remaining heart to vie for anything, yet with the opportunity right before her eyes, she simply could not let it slip away.

Outside the window, the evening twilight slowly deepened, and the footsteps in the corridor grew increasingly chaotic and noisy. The number of people arriving for dinner gradually increased, and a pretty waitress had already intentionally or unintentionally entered five times, silently assessing whether they were nearing the end of their meal.

Wei Meng tried to pull her hand back, but it was gripped tightly by Shen Hao, leaving her completely powerless to resist.

"No, Binglan, you must stay here and protect Mengyao and Han Xue, understand?" Ye Ming did not dare take Binglan along with him; who knew what kind of chaos she might cause by then? It would be much better to leave her safely in the villa to protect Mengyao and the others.

Seeing that Pei Shiyu was slightly displeased, Ye Peiling stopped her teasing and took the initiative to explain herself to her.

Speaking of the growth rate of these trees, one could not ignore the mountain range in the north that was managed by Zhu Chenxi, Zhou Qin, and the others.

Wei Qing stopped and looked up at the dilapidated palace gates before him. Due to years of neglect and lack of maintenance, the original bright crimson paint had faded, leaving the surface covered in mottled and weathered traces of age.

Clearly, Sima Liuyue did not feel comfortable discussing matters involving such commercial secrets with her.

***

Seeing her smile, Butler Guan felt as though all his hard work had been worthwhile. He wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead with a sense of immense relief, ordered the servants to properly pack and organize her belongings, and then respectfully withdrew.

Especially when watching him nimbly evade the security cameras with such fluid movements, Baili Xia's eyes were truly opened to a new world.

"Water!" Beiming Qianqian forced herself to sit up, leaning against the head of the bed while pressing a hand over her aching chest.

However, Beiming Shasha seemed completely indifferent to his coldness. The more aloof he acted toward her, the more persistently she pestered him, narcissistically believing that given her status and position, there was no man in the world who could possibly dislike her.

Yet at this moment, looking closely, Jing Tian realized that Zhang Qingyu's condition was not quite what they had initially assumed.

Aside from Jiang Yuetang, the other four were all mature men with families of their homes, and each of them had rendered illustrious and monumental services to the State of Zhao.

Wu Yun turned back to look, only to see Yaohua emerging from behind a folding screen draped in a loose outer robe. A vast expanse of her snowy chest was exposed, as were her legs, the oversized garment secured only by a single belt tied loosely around her waist—it was glaringly obvious that she wore nothing underneath at all.

"Perhaps that day will truly come," Chu Zheng said with profound meaning. Yet Rong Huang simply brushed the remark aside; at this moment, her entire heart and mind were consumed by the letter in her hands, and everything else was temporarily banished from her thoughts.