Chapter 69: I Heard You Are Quite Arrogant

"Indeed, the blood is deep, but don't forget who reminded you."
Cao Mang's words left Duan Xiaoshu speechless. If not for his reminder, she truly would not have thought to investigate the movements of the other great families in the imperial capital.

"I can't be bothered with you, hmph!"

With a cold snort, Duan Xiaoshu grabbed her bag and left—there were still too many matters to attend to, and she couldn't afford to be distracted...

Truly worthy of being a top master of the chess world—just moments ago, his face was full of agitation, but once immersed in the game, he became incomparably calm.

Meng Hao had already followed the manor steward inside for quite some time before Gao Mingpeng murmured a question.

Inside the shop stood a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit. Upon seeing Zhang Daoling enter, he walked over and greeted him.

And so, Liu Jia continuously repeated the steps from above, the air thick with an anxious heat. Beads of sweat rolled from Liu Jia's beautiful forehead, soaking her red dress until it became faintly translucent, stirring endless imagination.

Tian Tian felt a tightness in her chest; she knew whom they were thinking of. Seeing the emotion in her eyes, she couldn't help but glance at Shen Nianfei.

He drew near and, realizing it was not just his imagination, immediately pushed aside the people surrounding her and hurriedly supported her, asking what was wrong. Yet she only hung her head and wept, refusing to answer. Learning that it was her grandfather's letter that had brought her to tears, he was at a loss and simply carried her upstairs to the second floor.

"Doctor, is he going to be alright after losing so much blood?" Su Man couldn't help but feel her heart ache the moment she saw her son's discarded clothes.

Standing nearby, Yu Mingche smiled. His princess consort had truly grown—from initial innocence to now becoming Wu Wei's disciple. Not only had she advanced from a six-tailed to a nine-tailed fox spirit, she might even possess cunning and strategies beyond others' reach. Perhaps, in the future, he would truly need her protection.

Following Zhang Kai's instructions, Chen Yiyuan selected five hundred people to form a new Guard Division. A man named Yuan Lang was appointed deputy commander, and positions such as Commander of a Thousand Li, Commander of a Hundred Li, and Commander of Ten Li were established.

Once Guoguo's affairs were settled, her aunt stayed temporarily to care for her, awaiting the day Guoguo could safely leave the hospital.

The village was small, with less than ten households, built halfway up the mountain and constructed from wood. From a distance, a few chimneys could be seen puffing smoke.

Surveying this idyllic, fragrant world of birdsong and blooming flowers, clear mountains and flowing streams, Chu Ming scratched his head in confusion.

"What is going on?" The Black Martial God looked at the White Sovereign in bewilderment. The White Sovereign, who had just been drained of strength, suddenly seemed brimming with energy.

"What? Pregnant? Whose bastard is it? I must drag him out myself!" The City Lord was so furious that he pounded the table several times.

Ruopingdong and the other hidden cultivators watched the master and disciple, as they gleefully built the road like children, feeling conflicted. Using a God King's body as a hammer and soaking the ground with divine blood, they paved a smooth road over twenty li of mountain. That fellow called Jiang Hengchu was truly unlucky.

"Then why can't you leave Salt City now? If you run, they won't find you," Shen Feng asked in puzzlement. He knew Jack wasn't foolish—there must be some unspeakable reason.

This time, not only was his core unharmed by the injury, but he even condensed the seed of fourth-tier spiritual power.

The squad leader had never been so angry, nor had he ever beheaded anyone before. He ordered Dong Yan to bring Huai Shui and drank in haste, hoping to calm himself. No, these two must be executed—as the leader, how could he answer to the village chief and the villagers otherwise?

"Brother Qiao, I beg you, help me." Li An, the special envoy, upon seeing his senior brother from the same sect in Mofeng City, felt as if he had found family.

As the flamboyantly dressed man handed over the juice, a waiter walked by and knocked him to the ground, spilling the glass.

Liang Yuyu felt as though a heavy stone pressed upon her chest. Her breathing grew more rapid, and her voice became thick with emotion.