Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Eastern Depot Secret Service

"See the Empress? You lad, you've just entered the palace and you're already thinking of serving the Empress?" The eunuch sneered, tossing a set of servant robes to Liu Qi. "Change your clothes and come with me."

Liu Qi caught the robes, his mind in a fog. Judging by the old eunuch's reaction, he wasn't pretending; he genuinely seemed to know nothing about the Empress. What on earth was going on? Hadn't Prince Qi promised to send him into the palace to meet the Empress? As he changed, Liu Qi replayed the events of the day—from the guards not asking why he had come, to the failure of the secret code, and finally, this old eunuch's ignorance. Everything was wrong...

Qin Fangbai personally escorted Su Wuyang back to the North Manor and stayed the night, though naturally, they remained in separate rooms. When his father heard the news, he immediately understood: the township head had secretly stripped him of his minimum living allowance to benefit his own relatives. Such things were common in the countryside, where officials gathered these benefits for their kin, accumulating wealth bit by bit.

Ling Miao heard the man's laughter and stopped struggling instantly—he had no desire to be a laughingstock, especially not to his kidnapper.

Yet Xia Yang stood amidst the stars, fearless. His boundless blood energy and fist intent surged, unleashing the Myriad Worlds Imperial Fist to annihilate the infinite lightning.

After hearing Li Hongzhang's words, Ci'an thought it over and realized he was right. If Yuan Shikai and Ronglu were fighting over command of the New Army, he could not hand military power to Yuan. To do so would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains. Having finally managed to seize that power, it was impossible to return it.

Nearing midnight, Ye Tian finally returned to Rockefeller Center and walked into Brave Explorers Company with Julian.

The two children were left to be looked after by servants, but what pained him more was that because of this incident, he couldn't go look for his treasure!

Yao Haitao had witnessed Luo Tu's prowess. Knowing that the Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard brothers could stand alongside Luo Tu to guard Ling Yang, they must be top-tier experts themselves. He thanked them repeatedly.

Master Yuyang let out a roar, his hair and beard flying, his robes snapping in the wind. He was fighting the attack of the Supreme Order with all his might. Behind him, the spiritual energy of the entire Mount Qingcheng condensed into dragon shapes, pouring into his body—these were the dragon vein energies of Mount Qingcheng.

Feng Sisi had already jumped to the side of the kang, snapped a mop handle in two, and charged at Ling Yang. Suddenly, she saw the jade talisman resting in Ling Yang's palm. A ray of sunlight filtered through the window, striking the Pixiu carving, making it appear even more brilliant and lifelike.

The Chaos Soul is the primary entity that maintains the vitality of a chaotic shell; it cannot be killed or destroyed. Neither it nor the ten wraiths are perpetual motion machines; they require sustenance to survive. By the same logic, the massive chaotic body also needs sustenance to maintain its life force. The maintenance costs for a living city are exorbitant.

"Take me there." Lu Yu followed the young man and soon returned to the main hall.

Jing Chen did not hold back this time. He followed up quickly, delivering a fierce flying kick to Nangong's back.

The two of them should have been asleep long ago; how could they make such a sound? Moreover, it was a sound that two young boys could never produce.

Qi Yu left the nest and flew to the surface. The anxious soldiers breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him, but Qi Yu didn't say much, telling them to leave instead. Naturally, they were unwilling.

The Ninth Elder suddenly slammed his palm onto the ground, strangling the vine-dragon lurking beneath the soil. Since he could identify this as a technique of the Earth Dragon Sect, he naturally knew how to counter such underhanded tactics.

This was the thought in everyone's mind, born from the ceaseless trembling deep within their souls.

Wei Xian was not afraid of revealing his abilities in front of Chen Jiang. As long as it wasn't a true plane-crossing red envelope like those of Tai Hao or Yong, he had nothing to fear.

Lei Yu looked indifferently at the wailing stone man, then scanned with his soul, a playful smile appearing on his face.

A hoarse voice rang out, and from a cave within the mountain, a completely naked man crawled out step by step.

Qin Lü was discovered, but he wasn't embarrassed; he only answered the other's question with hesitation.

Upon seeing the interface, Qin Lü hadn't said anything, but Zeng Yulin, standing to the side, suddenly widened his eyes.

Divorced for no apparent reason, and then hearing Meng Zhiguo's apology, Zhuang Qianqian's tears of grievance flowed instantly.

He poured oil into the pan, added diced beef when it was hot, and stirred clumsily. Once the beef was cooked, he added rice, poured in some soy sauce, and then frantically added scallions, salt, and other seasonings.

As Director Chen read the names, the camera panned around, letting everyone greet the lens.

She knew her younger brother too well; if there hadn't been something wrong with the wine, he would never have been as quiet as a quail for so long.

An Xinyong agreed with Jiang Ning's words and spoke up for justice, completely ignoring the look on Xia Wan's face.

[Brother Jingchuan]: I had someone get two invitations. Zhizhi, come with me.

"Young Master Yun, I wonder what brings you to me today?" Madam Zhang asked, looking at Yun Lang with confusion.

Sneaking around at night was second nature to Qin Lang. Besides, the four of them had rooms arranged together; sneaking into Diaochan's room certainly wouldn't alert anyone else.

At this moment, everyone was looking at Tang Zheng. He looked blank—weren't they discussing Gongsun Zan and Zhao Yun? How did it get to his marriage?

Old Madam Jin: "You cannot close the door during the New Year. Stay home and watch the house." If you go, you'll surely just hold Lotus and cry.

"Do you know that someone will soon send you to Dong Zhuo's residence at Meiwu?" Qin Lang said.

Yan Shu frowned slightly. Facing the furious department head, she felt it was necessary to explain.

"Father-in-law, go in! Uncle Huang has already gone far." Tang Zheng said to Cai Yong. Cai Yong and Tang Zheng walked back to the inn one after the other, and upon arrival, Cai Yong went straight upstairs to his room.

Amidst the mist of blood, Wang Zhaoyang's figure retreated violently. A flash of pain crossed his face, but he gritted his teeth and made no sound, his face deathly pale, no longer looking human.

"Young Master, I have found out. There are about 15,000 men guarding the city, but another 17,000 are moving toward Linyu from Shanhai Pass," Shacao reported.

And so, three days passed, and the paths in the forest were mostly cleared. Sun Changhai said that on the twelfth day of the winter month, they could offer sacrifices to the heavens and the mountain gods, and then work could begin.

"The rest of the generals, come with me to lead the center army. We depart at once." Shen Hongjun stepped down from the platform and strode to the front of the group.

He hadn't intended to dawdle with these people. Yun Lin was a prince; he shouldn't have too much contact with local officials. Sharing a meal yesterday was fine, but if he let them see him off today and accepted their gifts, it would be impossible to explain later.

Suddenly, invitations poured into the Pei residence like snowflakes, and even several prominent families from Xizhou sent their own scions to deliver gifts.

It is said that after she returned, she fell into a grave illness. Even though several claw marks from a cat were left on her face, she dared not say a word of gossip. From then on, she gave Zhiyun a wide berth; even if she couldn't avoid her, she remained respectful.