Chapter 66

How utterly inappropriate. At a time like this, offering blessings to Ding Ning and Ye Di should have been more than enough. How could An Keqing possibly post such a Weibo update, and how could she resort to such behavior?

Yet, numerous deep-seated issues have long evaded eradication. Military commissioners were rotated like a revolving door, while the prefectural officials, military subordinates, and local magnates—predominantly powerful regional clans—remained intricately entangled in a web of complex relations. Consequently, upon taking office, many a commissioner found themselves utterly powerless to effect any real change within their jurisdictions.

However, the inhabitants of the third parallel world bore no resemblance to those of the Earth's primeval realm; they were entirely different beings.

Li Xing chuckled, a sinister undertone to his smile that Li Qingluo found indescribably eerie. Accustomed to a life of pampered luxury and casual bloodshed, and emboldened by the backing of Western Xia and her lover, she had never once deigned to regard the Murong family as a threat. To her, the Murong clan was merely a commonplace pugilistic family, yet audacious enough to covet the supreme throne and attempt a restoration—she deemed them utterly devoid of self-awareness.

A majestic roar echoed across the vast earth as the sky abruptly split open, out of which bounded a gigantic black-striped tiger.

Yet, with Kurozawa Gin serving as a stepping stone, the likelihood of his making a sincere confession increased exponentially, as did the probability of winning the person's heart afterward.

Dawning comprehension rippled through the crowd. Still, everyone understood that such a move ultimately incurred a financial loss. It was simply a strategy of reaping vast sums from the affluent to subsidize basic operational costs.

Spider's figure flickered back into existence beside Kurozawa Gin. Raising his arm once more with an enthusiastic, beaming expression, his hands executed a maneuver of entirely contrasting, lethal ruthlessness.

"Um... Welcome, Your Excellency! Not knowing your esteemed name prevents me from employing a more solemn etiquette; I beg your forgiveness for my discourtesy." The voice started off somewhat timidly, yet grew progressively bolder with each word, until by the end, it had attained absolute composure.

Without further ado, Li Xing simply waved his hand, whereupon those men were instantly repelled as if struck by a massive force. They collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood one after another. Having deliberately chosen such an isolated spot, the thugs had ensured the complete absence of surveillance cameras and passing pedestrians, which conveniently suited Li Xing's purposes.

The sensation of being sheltered like a fragile weakling felt truly unbearable; the crucial point was that it had been Ye Qing himself who dragged him into their so-called "grand enterprise."

As for other stabilizing factors concerning gains and losses, these ought to be collectively weighed by the Chief Grand Secretary alongside the other Grand Councillors of the Military Cabinet, before submitting their recommendations to His Majesty.

Although such actions did not explicitly violate any taboos, practitioners of the Daoist arts sought to avoid them whenever possible.

"Hmph, so reluctant to part with even this small sum of money? How do you expect to accomplish great things in the future?" Ji Qingcheng said coldly.

What was there to keep secret about this? Was it not simply that Parseltongue was a consequence of Voldemort inadvertently transferring a portion of his own magical essence to Harry on the very night he left that scar?

To speak of Emperor Puguang: recently, the state of Nanli had presented another tribute of beautiful women, causing him to abandon his court duties once more. He spent his days revelling with these beauties in the Palace of Gathering Elegance, fully embodying the verses: A bottomless abyss of wine, women, and song, where drunken indulgence reigns all day long; forsaking affairs of state for the willow's embrace, abandoning the empire for a fair maid's face.

The onslaught of the dual forces of ice and fire instantly triggered a resonant hum upon that patch of ground, the vicinity becoming intertwined and blanketed with frost and blazing flames, creating a formidable spectacle.

Clenching his fists before his chest with his disheveled hair bouncing up and down, he appeared utterly impassioned. One might call it a heartfelt outpour, a stirring speech declaring his heroic ambitions.

The two men swung their broad arms, advancing toward White Golden Crow and Maiden Blue Shift. At a glance, everyone knew a severe beating was inevitable.

Then, adopting that seductive posture, he mounted his steed and commenced the movements, simultaneously circulating the dual-cultivation secret arts.

Upon observing Night Owl's actions, the captain of the armed police first nervously leveled his firearm at him, but sensing no aggressive intent from Night Owl, he subsequently lowered the muzzle slightly.

Qiao Qianmo felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. If she ultimately secured first place, would Summer not be thoroughly humiliated by her own words?

Besides, under the current power grid renovation projects, all cables were buried underground; could it possibly have been eaten by mutated rats?

"Huachu, Huachu, how are you?" Disregarding the churning blood within his chest, Boyuan hurriedly checked on Huachu's condition.

The assault rifles in their hands were all equipped with telescopic sights; whether a sniper shot landed or missed, they would immediately switch to rifles to suppress the Lstars members.

Upon opening her eyes, Jiang Yuan found herself utterly bewildered. Wherever her gaze fell was steeped in archaic elegance, devoid of the slightest trace of modernization.

Whether it was Lu Jinzhou, who possessed profound knowledge of spirit beasts, or her master and grandmaster, all had conducted thorough research on the orange, yet nothing whatsoever had been discovered.

"Heh! Look at the way you're defending her; for all you know, she might just be a piece of bait used by the Orchid Palace, simply waiting for you to take the hook!" Zhemui Lin sneered derisively.

This time, for the first time in so many years, the old master had exercised his personal authority to directly dispatch a military helicopter here to pick them up.

Ever since she deliberately engineered another night of intimacy with Xiang Siwei, the man had seemingly vanished from the face of the earth. No matter how many calls Moli-kun placed or WeChat messages he sent, Xiang Siwei offered no response whatsoever.

Ignoring Mu Yan's words, he stepped directly before her and captured her crimson lips in a kiss, wantonly stirring the chords of her heart.

The master of Yuhu Temple changed countenance, yet struck out with a direct palm-strike that landed squarely on Gu Changhen's chest. Gu Changhen turned pale as a mouthful of blood surged violently up his throat into his mouth, his body violently hurled backward. He rolled several times across the ground, kicking up clouds of dust and sand.

At that very moment, a loud shout rang out: "Shangguan Yun, had I known this would happen, this humble monk would have beaten you to death that day to prevent all these subsequent complications." Turning his head, Shangguan Yun beheld a lean, withered old monk and a robust man in his early twenties approaching from twenty or thirty paces away—none other than Monk Tianlong and Xiao Yang.