Chapter 46: Cats Are Good, Dogs Are Bad

Indeed, all the ministers had received the news that Prince Jin had succeeded in halting the flood disaster in Nanyuan; this was the very reason for their predicament today. If such a man were to ascend the throne, he would be even more ruthless than Jiang Mingze.

Qingtian had not expected that the Yanluo Veil was actually a peak ancient artifact. In order to activate it, Mei Yanluo had consumed a vast amount of soul power.

Ouyang Yunge reluctantly shifted her gaze from Lan Muche, moved over to the sofa beside him, and sat down, blinking her eyes as she watched from there.

On the ground, some people knew their strength was insufficient and did not dare to participate in the scramble; yet a portion of the crowd watched the battle with the air of someone observing fools.

When we arrived at the supermarket, we walked in together. I took four cups of milk from the refrigerated section, while Meng Nan picked up five large meat buns.

At this moment, he had no time to regret. An immense torrent of information exploded in his mind, and even with his abnormal soul strength, he could hardly bear it—he wished only to fall asleep right then and there.

"I don't know. Zijing has long forgotten about it. The only thing she still remembers now is the danger," Cai Zijing said.

Meng Nan squinted her eyes; the darkness around was so deep she could not see Xia Xi’s expression, and a faint anxiety crept into her heart.

Moreover, the ancient martial skill “Heavenly Palm,” obtained long ago in the domain of Tongheng, had finally been mastered. After the first move, “Sky-Turning Seal,” and the second move, “Sea-Overturning Seal,” he had now completed the final “Heavenly Seal.”

Whoever won the emperor’s heart at first sight would enjoy true prosperity in the days to come; otherwise, even if they defeated all their rivals in secret, what of it? They would never win the imperial favor.

Shuhan and Li Chuandong chatted a while longer. When it was past nine o’clock, Shuhan proposed taking her leave. Li Chuandong personally arranged for a car to escort Shuhan and her two companions back to the hotel.

"What’s going on!" Zhang Lingyun spun around, looking at his old subordinates, finally glaring fiercely at Deng Xianhe, the highest-ranked elder present.

Worried that if he kept chasing like this, one accident could destroy his body completely, Xu Wangjun slowed down and picked up his phone, preparing to mobilize the Special Investigation Division to block the suspect’s escape. At that moment, the Jaguar ahead also slowed, finally stopping at the roadside.

He held a twig, pointed it at a large flask, and murmured an incantation. A faint white light began to gather inside. After half an hour, the flask was more than half full of pure white liquid, radiating a gentle glow.

What a formidable spell! Bao Tian was startled. Although the white-faced, black-bearded Daoist’s cultivation had declined, his skills and spells remained exquisitely precise. Should they truly fight, Bao Tian doubted he could prevail.

Such matters—Bing Wu could speak of them so openly—made Cang Jian doubt the sincerity of their aquatic realm.

Suddenly, eerie singing echoed around them, as if the singers’ throats were being pressed down. Several phantoms drifted past. Feeling uneasy, Flying Rat launched a skill at them, but it passed straight through, striking nothing.

If they had no backing whatsoever, no hotel would tolerate such disorder from them within its walls.

Shuhan took out her phone and examined it carefully. Besides the previous photo, there was another: it had captured the very instant Shen Yingying was drugging someone.

Xu Heng flicked his long blade, tearing a large hole in the curtains, but the force did not abate. Instead, his momentum carried him further, and with a slap, the blade landed on the quilt.

Just then, chaos erupted outside the room: voices arguing, the clash of metal. The uproar was even greater than when Bu Yanjun had arrived earlier.

Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, fluttering cheerfully, content in his nature, unaware he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly, he awakened, and realized he was Zhuang Zhou once more. He did not know whether Zhuang Zhou had dreamed of being a butterfly, or the butterfly had dreamed of being Zhuang Zhou. Between Zhuang Zhou and the butterfly, there must be a distinction. This is called transformation of things.

This time, Huangshan sought him out not only for Dou Dou’s issue, but also to send Dou Dou to the Academy of Demon Cultivation.

Qi Sheng had intended to visit in a few days, but Silver Divination urged him, so he decided to go first and try to return today if possible.

As for Liu Wu’s treacherous act, Luo Qi had already avenged herself. If he offended again in the future and fell into her hands, she would show no mercy.

The Yellow Emperor’s forces and the Shennong’s forces assembled and confronted one another on the field of Banquan, gazing across a distance of a thousand paces. Both banners were magnificent, displaying their respective might.

Now that she was about to leave, she truly felt reluctant. She carefully considered if she had overlooked anything, for once she left, it would be hard to return.

“Mingyi and his group returned, but soon received a new assignment and left again. Before departing, they entrusted me with a letter for you. I was about to deliver it, and then you came out,” Han Yu said, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. Seeing the elegant script, Shen Yanjiao’s lips curled into a smile.

Lu Zexi had not expected things to go so smoothly, nor had he imagined that these Golden Lions were mere decorations—almost worthless. But that was just as well, saving him much worry.

Zhou Feifei cast a helpless glance at Xia Quan, thinking, The master was right about you after all—what strange and crooked methods! And not only are they crooked, you can’t even knock anyone out properly!

Oil Jin’s mighty army, Fox and Pigsty drove their battle vehicles closely behind the driver’s door, fifty thousand troops each, accompanied by their own battle flyers, tightly following in formation.