Chapter 25

"Second lash!" The robed figure swung the whip, striking Gao Fei across the back.

Shi Yuli was well-prepared, leaving Wang Fan with no choice but to remain at the Shi residence, hoping that the work on the dam and water diversion would be completed soon.

Lu Changle had been brought into the program due to the influence of certain individuals. Yesterday, Nie Qing had called Tong Qing, asking her to keep an eye on Lu Changle’s actions. The sharp-witted Tong Qing immediately sensed that something was amiss.

"Good stuff. I guarantee you’ll be absolutely thrilled once you see it," Gao Fei said, walking away with his hands behind his back and a swagger in his step.

The venue remained silent for a full minute. Finally, Zhang Shaozhuo broke the quiet, revealing an incredibly confident smile, as if he were showing contempt for his opponent and absolute certainty of victory. This expression left all those in the room supporting the plaintiff feeling deeply unsettled.

However, the side effects were not that severe. On one hand, Wang Fan had fully grasped the technique and was quite proficient with it; on the other, he had only used it for a short time—barely over ten minutes—which was far from enough to cause physical harm or backlash.

The Liu Bei group had turned its full attention to Yizhou at this time and lacked the conditions to actively challenge Cao Cao. It was better to focus on the development of Jingzhou and wait quietly for good news from Zhang Song.

Ying Huanhuan and Ling Qingzhu, as Lin Dong’s wives, supported him unconditionally. The others, who also shared significant ties with Lin Dong, followed his lead.

By the afternoon, the weather had turned. The sun that had appeared briefly in the morning was now completely obscured by clouds, and the entire sky had turned a dull, grayish hue.

"Amitabha. This benefactor looks quite unfamiliar. Could you be a reclusive master?" Cold light flickered in the eyes of the Tathagata. Despite his round face and ears, which appeared benevolent, he radiated a chilling aura.

With her current cultivation at the five-star Spirit God level, she could easily slay a Spirit Lord one tier above her in a split second.

This was the Palace of Heavenly Purity, after all. Even though the Fourth Prince was now a Prince of the Second Rank, the palace servants might not necessarily listen to what he said.

"If you leave, there will be no one left to listen to me properly," Gefuke Zhenge said, her eyes red.

Given the current details, it was still impossible to find a fundamental solution based on them alone.

She chattered on and on while gently massaging, ensuring the medicinal liquid would fully permeate the skin for the best results.

Damn Zuo Zhishan, she was clearly trying to provoke his foul temper and meant to beat him to death, all while dressing it up in high-sounding language.

"Wow, Cheng, how did you end up doing kidnapping work?" Qi Yifei poked his head out from behind a row of clothes, his overly delicate, doll-like face looking quite youthful and naive.

The unlucky cultivators around him were also caught in the aftermath; their bodies were riddled with holes by the scattered golden light, and those who were most unfortunate died on the spot.

Unable to vent his anger at Nangong Yumo, Ling Yi-han had no choice but to take an indirect approach, quietly disrupting her to grab her attention.

The latter did not appear guilty or at a loss for not informing her of the outcome after Tiya’s attempt; instead, she stood calmly, showing neither the intention to stop it nor any desire to explain.

He had made up his mind; the Ministry of Personnel’s re-examination was five days away, so he should have enough time to make a trip to Yueyang.

The person performing at that moment was Zhuo Man'er, dressed in red. Although it was unclear what kind of dance she was performing, the cheers from the crowd suggested it was quite good.

Seeing Fu Rongxi’s sheepish expression, Zheng Xichen couldn't help but smile, and Lin Yuan also laughed easily beside him. Scanning the room, he didn't see Jean, which left Zheng Xichen feeling somewhat puzzled.

But just as Nangong Yunyao was about to crawl toward the cave entrance, a loud "rumble" echoed as the bronze door ahead swung open.

With the wedding three days away, Xuanxin Zaohua intended to kill the masters of the Purple Spirit Continent, seemingly believing that once he became invincible, no one would dare to criticize him.

Li Rizhi also came from a wealthy family, but in front of Cui Dongsheng, he felt like a country bumpkin. For instance, he couldn’t even name a single dish among the four courses and one soup on the table, requiring Cui Dongsheng to explain them one by one. Of course, Cui Dongsheng thoroughly enjoyed this process and loved to lecture.

After the blood-colored lake water thinned, twenty-three carcasses of giant horse-fish were seen floating there. The highest-level ones were only level six, making up the vast majority with nineteen of them.

Had the secret he unexpectedly learned a few days ago been a setup for this? Xichen was not Zheng Chenheng’s biological son, nor did he carry the blood of the Zheng family. Meanwhile, Hui Fang was pregnant, and she was truly carrying Zheng Chenheng’s child.

The "Pastry Beauty" sat behind her counter, watching the passersby on the street. Many of them—mostly men—were watching her, too. Some peeked, others stared boldly; almost without exception, male pedestrians would cast a few glances at the Pastry Beauty as they passed the shop.

With the defense of the city over, Qin Haonan finally checked the game time; it was already past 4:00 AM. His message box showed over 99 new letters and quite a few friend requests.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Yue couldn't make sense of it. After all, Tang Jie had no enemies, and there were no so-called family grudges, so there was no reason for anyone to want to kill her.

He exerted all his divine power, lashing out fiercely at the red-tailed carp.

Gongsun Yingjiang’s expression shifted at these words, and she unexpectedly stopped mentioning the idea of going along.

Wang Jingshe and Su Ya subconsciously assumed these were Wang Yue’s friends or helpers he had hired.

This time, Cui Zhong was naturally well-prepared. However, Li Nanfeng’s sword technique changed in a way that was the exact opposite of their last encounter. Last time, the pace had suddenly slowed; this time, it became even more fierce and urgent, like overlapping waves in a long river, surging with greater momentum and power.

Different personalities lead to different ways of handling things. Chen Feng did not restrict the open discussion, but after ten minutes, he noticed something different.

The moment Helan Yao laughed, those outside the room who had been relaxing their vigilance immediately became alert again.

The raw jade had been fully cut; all that remained was the carving. There was no rush for that, as the news that the Luo family jewelry firm had obtained glass-grade jade had already spread through the emerald circles. High-end clients, now aware of the firm's acquisition, would naturally come to make their purchases.