17 Don’t Argue / 17

In the eyes of the auction leader at the merchant guild, Fok and Lu Yu simply had no items to bid with; they were purely stalling for time. Yet, determined to secure an absolute victory, the leader graciously agreed.

Before the New Year, Mo Zun handed over a series of Garbo’s documents to Yan Zhe for processing, freeing Li Chuanteng to focus entirely on caring for Lin Yueqi.

Lin Zhizhi was hidden away discreetly in the Chamber of the Pearl, otherwise Lin Shisheng would surely have stopped him. Upon receiving the news, he quietly returned to the banquet area, arriving well before Lin Jiaruo, who had gone back openly.

Zhao Chen was displeased that his mother constantly forced him to do things he did not want to do, while Empress Dowager Zhu was equally dissatisfied with his disobedience, unable to comprehend the painstaking care she took as a mother. This caused a strain in their relationship. Fortunately, Grand Empress Dowager Zheng stepped in to mediate, preventing a complete cold war between mother and son.

Song Jiang sighed deeply. Wu Yong gave him a subtle glance and nodded; evidently, they both sensed an unusual undercurrent.

Kabeidanyi looked at Lunkaqian’s hopeful face peering through the door crack and reluctantly opened the courtyard gate to let him in.

Although the Liao Kingdom inherently looked down on the Song Kingdom, considering it weak, the presence of the Jin Kingdom as a check meant Liao could no longer concentrate its forces solely against Song as before. While Song’s military was not strong, its wealth was formidable, and any confrontation with Jin could spell great trouble for Liao.

Rong Qian had spent three years in prison and had never once come into contact with any conspicuous jewelry.

“Why apologize? Don’t get conceited! They don’t like you; they just want the Moonstone for the ritual!” Huodou shouted.

Observing this, the male host grabbed Lu Ming roughly, but Lu Ming dodged aside and continued eating, finishing the dishes on the table before grabbing several steamed buns from the bowl and eating them in large bites. He ate so hastily he choked and burped.

Upon hearing that delicate voice, Old Lady Ye’s heart melted. She hurriedly pulled her into her arms, whispering tender words as she inquired softly after her wellbeing.

***

Perhaps the story required a battle lasting hundreds of rounds, but there was no need; such a person was a predetermined opponent, merely an insignificant extra on the stage.

“Fine, you like the school cafeteria food, right? Come on, I’ll go with you to eat there.” Qin Xiqian said, standing and heading out.

A black war spear, a divine weapon, descended from the sky, piercing through the clouds and crushing down before Ye Shaoxuan.

However, the demonic cultivator seemed reluctant to approach; the altar’s aura irritated him, though it posed no real harm, so he kept his distance and attacked from afar without issue.

Two days later: they could afford to wait. At this moment, Bai Yunsheng sat upright in his large tent.

“She has no American time to manage her. The one who holds grudges is me.” Qian Qiyao slammed the door with a bang—his last words to Jiang Yu.

This was far too large! The Forest Giant was a composite of all the spiritual herbs here, ten times Ye Shaoxuan’s size and utterly crushing him in strength.

At that moment, his body had not yet fallen. Amid the wind and rain, the iron hammer spun in a circle, smashing down mid-waist and breaking the tall, slender man’s spine.

The imperial clans and noble families of various factions had long-standing traditions and deep roots. Yet, given the environment of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, sixth-grade divine medicines were exceedingly rare.

On this day, news officially arrived from within the Wei Kingdom that the king had passed away. Under their manipulation, Prince Zidi had successfully ascended the throne.

Behind him hovered a circular disc, a peerless magical artifact forged by the Azure Spirit Saint Son from six top-tier divine materials. It contained six astonishing divine powers capable of unleashing terrifying, overwhelming force.

***

“If one of you sisters could become our city lord’s wife, that would be wonderful!” The old housekeeper of Ten-Thousand-Mile Stone City accidentally uttered this wish.

As Luo Xiu’s cultivation and realm steadily improved and refined, the laws of the chaotic heavens and earth grew ever stronger, and powerful beings would arise who could cultivate to even greater heights.

With a sudden whoosh, Prince Zidi raised his tearful face to look at her. The delicate, rain-kissed beauty of that visage was stunning, so much so that Yu Zi instinctively turned his head, unable to meet her gaze.

“A monster... a monster!! Another monster!! Could she be of the Dragon Clan?!” Such formidable regenerative ability and those incredible claws—besides the Dragon Clan, what other race in this world could achieve this?

But on the high platform, Xiangzi’s face was calm. Of course, if one ignored the faint purple currents barely visible, outwardly he appeared perfectly composed.

“Da Mo, take your time.” Mo Wuji’s heart sank. He knew Yuan Mo’s character well; he wouldn’t say sorry unless it was something important. He trusted Yuan Mo wouldn’t truly betray him, so he addressed him as Da Mo to show his faith.

Unlike the icy, stoic bodyguards in movies who speak as if death looms at home with each word, real-life bodyguards were more humane, capable of joy, anger, and joking. For example, Zhu Zheng was quite a reserved yet flirtatious person, something Du An had noticed over two days of interaction.