Chapter 34: Which Path?

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After Xiao Mohe withdrew, the others were also assigned official positions and received their seals at court. However, none of these were significant roles; after all, the truly desirable posts had long since been carved up entirely by the noble families. They had to show at least some respect to the Empress Dowager, yet they looked down on Zhang Yingxia even more. Given that he addressed her as "Senior," they assumed he was just another person relying on the Empress Dowager to bolster his status.

"What?!" The hall fell into a deathly silence. The poison capable of killing an earth dragon was actually being treated as food—what kind of insect was this?

Hearing this, Han Bao nodded. Realizing the gravity of the situation, the two immediately vaulted over the courtyard wall of the alley and broke out in the direction they had come from.

Later on, when watching the second installment, Zhang Yingqiu, who majored in painting, joined in the criticism: "This interior set design is poor, and the carvings on those pillars don't match the style of the dynasty at all."

After flying for about an hour, Chen Yi spotted a towering city in the distance; it was the location of his shop.

Chen Yi was surprised to discover that NFS was actually owned by the Sichuan-Shu Group. It seemed he knew far too little about that conglomerate.

This was the first time Zhang Shanguang had witnessed the mysterious side of Lin Qinghou. He could not hide the excitement and anticipation in his eyes, whereas everyone else present was already accustomed to it, calmly drinking tea or smoking as usual.

"Feng Hao is telling ghost stories—no, grave-robbing supernatural stories." A staff member, still shaken, suddenly ignored everything else and put his headphones back on, refusing to miss the next part of the plot.

Although Chen Yi was not exceptionally handsome, he had delicate features. Furthermore, having recently begun cultivating the Source of Chaos, his aura was slowly changing, though Chen Yi himself had not noticed it.

"Your Majesty, I have finished preparing the three armies. I request that Your Majesty grant me the tiger tally for the troops." At this moment, Jiang Ziya’s request arrived.

Hearing Tang Maru’s voice, I felt an instant of tension. Hadn't he just come in to test me? Why was he back? I feigned ignorance, lying on the bed with my eyes squeezed shut. His voice sounded again, and the knocking on the door grew significantly louder.

"Are you buying or not? If not, leave; don't hinder my business." The stall owner felt a bit guilty, realizing he had run into an expert.

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Because they were already close to the Demon Realm, Ye Xi and the others managed to exit the spatial tunnel and return to the Demon Realm before the space collapsed.

After rushing back to his villa in FZ City, which housed an underground training ground, Bai Yunzhong immediately mobilized his subordinates and contacted other sects with strong ties to the Sha Sect, surrounding the entire villa until it was impenetrable.

Chu Feng had managed to force him back with such ease; his spiritual cultivation was likely equal to, if not higher than, his own.

"Take back your kindness; I don't need it." Glancing at the Azure Dragon spirit manifesting in human form before me for the first time, I immediately looked away.

The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if Gu Yicheng was hiding something from me. He had been driving for so long without reaching the location where Jun Li and the others were, and I even had a feeling that he might be deliberately driving me in circles.

However, the target ghost's figure only dropped by a small distance before, in the blink of an eye, it rose back to its previous height.

"Remember, we only have one month. The talisman artifacts also only have a one-month trial period, so you must hurry," Lei Hong reminded them again.

Zheng Dikui looked at the back of the sect leader's head, trying for a long time to remember who Gao Rong'en was.

Usually, he was quite thick-skinned, so his sudden docility made her feel rather uncomfortable.

The Duke of Zhenguo was the maternal family of Noble Consort Hui, and the General of Zhenguo was a position under the Duke. As it happened, this General of Zhenguo was the older brother of Lady Dingyuan, Li Yanran.

His hair, styled into a slicked-back look, was so coated in hair gel that it shone as brightly as his leather shoes. A pair of rimless glasses sat upon his down-turned triangular eyes; even though he tried to widen them, they still betrayed a lazy, listless expression.

It had been nearly half a year since she entered the palace. In just six months, she had gone from a minor concubine to the mistress of a palace and was now carrying the dragon's heir. Her older sister, who had once tried to use her, had already gone mad and was bound to her bed.

Ye Chen continued to follow the two men from the Zhongxing Chamber of Commerce, but unfortunately, he found nothing suspicious after a full day of tracking.

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Dark red blood gradually flowed from Chen Yuhan's bloodshot eyes. Her spirit was slowly being devoured by the demon within her heart, leaving her to rely solely on hatred to attack Chen Qiqi.

"That is certainly not a demonic beast," Tian Buhui frowned, wondering how such a rare divine beast could appear here.

"Why does this taste so familiar to me?" Even Chen Jinhai felt the same. It wasn't the barbecue they had at home last time, so where could it be?

He knew deeply the detrimental impact these six major powers had on the country, as well as how they hampered his various operations.

"That’s reasonable. You just snatched their flagship away in a single sentence. It’s a miracle the Iron-Blooded didn't just wipe you out on the spot; you're lucky to have come back so boldly." Mu Zi greeted him, saying, "Go inside first. It's cold, and the wind is strong on the sea!"

Mu Zi scratched his head in embarrassment. It didn't hurt much, but it was quite humiliating. He had thought he could at least hold his own, especially since Qin Wan wouldn't use the strength of a ship-girl to spar with him, but being kicked into a rolling mess upon the first exchange was truly shameful.

At this point, any further words or attacks were merely born of embarrassment and rage—irrational and meaningless acts.

Thinking this, he arrived at the 38th Middle School. Checking his watch, it was exactly eight o'clock. How close; one minute later and he would have been late.

Their gang would certainly be targeted by the police, perhaps even noticed by netizens online, which would be very dangerous.

Really, he wasn't that old; why was he starting to become so sentimental? Mu Zi didn't know—perhaps it was the arrival of the Spring Festival that reminded him of the past.

As the words fell, the moment seemed to freeze, and the air suddenly grew quiet—so quiet that one could only hear the beating of one's own heart.