Volume One, Chapter 111: You Call This a Worthless Scroll? It Is the Perfect Prescription for Governing the State and Securing the Realm!

The maids sighed with a mix of amusement and pity, inviting Yunxiu to visit their courtyard, as Linghu Shiqi’s residence was located right by the hot springs.

"No, that’s not it, Brother Zhang. I am here to guide these young heroes, who have successfully captured the Third Leader of the Fierce Tiger Stronghold." As he spoke, the captain of the city gate guards gestured toward the Third Leader standing not far away.

In the mere few breaths of time it took for him to panic, the man had managed to kill five third-rate experts in an instant.

Su Zhe shielded his face tightly with his arms, but Wuhua’s fists landed like hammers; every blow that struck Su Zhe’s body drew a painful wail from him.

The soldiers below had no idea that this man appearing to be the Prince Consort was actually their military strategist, Wan Jinbao, disguised.

"Your Majesty, I must report that Lady Guo has suffered a miscarriage," the imperial physician stated. His tone made it immediately clear to everyone that he was a man of blunt honesty.

Bai Ningxi felt a surge of joy at these words. She immediately used her spiritual light to guide Cu Xiying, leading her to the stone wall door. She then instructed Cu Xiying to use the arts of the Demon Realm to spirit Ji Wan'er away in a flash of light. With a swift leap, she vaulted over the stone wall herself, and after navigating many twists and turns, they finally succeeded in rescuing Ji Wan'er.

Yet, caught in the vortex of power, if one failed to grasp these rules, they would sooner or later meet a death without a burial place. What he truly loathed was a court where one could not move a single step without playing it safe.

If he could truly escape, the elite imperial guards might as well go buy some tofu and collectively dash their heads against it to end their shame.

The road ahead seemed to grow increasingly sinister, like a ravenous beast lurking in the darkness, baring its fangs to welcome their arrival.

In truth, this meeting had no specific agenda; it was mainly an opportunity for everyone to gather. The appearance of Master Xiong and Coffee signaled that they had entered the upper echelons of the tribe.

I suddenly stomped my foot hard, unleashing my aura in a violent surge. A flicker of shock crossed Li Gang’s eyes before he was forced back several paces by the sheer force of the resulting blast.

As a leader, one does not need to handle every trivial matter personally; rather, one must assess the situation and strategize from above.

He had a life of his own, one I could not share. A mother-son relationship is like a borrowed zither string; you play it as long as you can, but the time borrowed must eventually be returned.

People always lose their senses when blinded by greed, much like placing a bet at a gambling table. In that moment, your mind is filled only with the image of victory; you become completely incapable of perceiving any risk.

In this spacetime, Su Luo felt immensely honored to have caused such a stir, basking in the glory of the great hero Jin.

Yes, it was a cauldron! An ancient, rustic Chinese cauldron—anyone of Chinese descent would recognize exactly what it was.

The long-handled broadsword, forged through a thousand refinements, had snapped clean at the hilt. All that remained in his hand was a bare iron rod, looking utterly ridiculous.

This was a complex matter difficult to explain in a few words, but as Guimeier listened to Lan Yingying’s account, it was as if she had experienced the events firsthand, fully grasping the cause and effect.

By the time Hua Qiuyue’s mind caught up with the situation, she watched as the last drop of tea was poured into the mouth of the man calling himself her master.

Nan Moyue spoke with natural ease, as if it were the only thing he could say, without a moment’s hesitation, the words just tumbling out.

"Wuwu, my father died so miserably." Upon hearing this, Chen Chaoyu could no longer contain herself; she collapsed onto a nearby stool and began to sob uncontrollably.

Xiangzi felt a surge of joy in his heart. He let go of the horse’s hooves, chasing shadows as he ran, and before he knew it, he had reached Willow River.

"It’s good that you’re alright. It’s time to start preparing for your wedding. Have you thought about when you’ll be wed?" After handing Fu'er to the wet nurse, Li Sisi sat at the head of the table and asked.

When she saw Fang Yixing’s car, Xinyi was completely stunned. Where was the back seat? It was a massive sports car with only one row of seats.

"Damn it, I haven’t seen you in a year, what’s wrong with giving you a hug?" Meng Chu'er set aside her earlier excitement and retorted sharply.

Although the Spirit Earth Return-to-Origin Technique was a gentle cultivation method focused on nourishing the internal organs and meridians, it could only be practiced by those with Earth-element spiritual roots.

The bookkeeper was so absorbed in his assessment that by the time he realized he needed to snap out of it, he saw the carriage driver waiting to one side, while the remarkable young man was looking at him with a faint smile on his lips.

Xiao Ling had not yet grasped the full situation. This was merely a sliver of consciousness; he knew he could not win in a head-on confrontation, so he chose to wait and see how things developed.

The sword energy was overwhelming, sweeping across dozens of miles. That kind of power was enough to make many tremble with fear.

He suddenly stepped forward, violently lifting Shangguan Wan’s skirt and instantly tearing the leg of her trousers.

"Otherwise what? If I were that person, I certainly wouldn’t act today, but rather at a more opportune moment." Qin Tianyu spoke with the air of someone who had everything under control.

Old Ye and his wife were both happy and worried. Their two factories couldn't keep up with sales even with three shifts running; they were watching money slip through their fingers that they couldn't earn.

The giant bear-man shook his head like a rattle, a human-like, awkward grin appearing on his face as he began to step backward slowly.

"Why don't you join our Wang family? I can guarantee you a reserved seat on the path to the heavens, and once you reach the Celestial Domain, you can join our faction there. It will ensure your safety," the head of the Wang family said with a smile.

After having a small bite to eat, Chen Xu covered the ant nest back up. The remaining ants were deep inside the hole where he couldn't reach them, and even if he were to trample the nest, he would only end up with ant carcasses mixed with sand.