Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Poetry Gala 1

"Hmph, I have already agreed to be your 'nanny,' so hurry up and tell Gao Yixuan to stop!" Cheng Lingzhi glared at him, steering the conversation back.

"Young Master Mo, I will never forget your kindness in gifting me the medicine, but this matter today has nothing to do with you. Please, step aside!" With a wave of his long arm, Xiao Kaiyang signaled dozens of black-and-white-robed disciples to quickly step forward and surround the two.

Cheng Lingzhi froze. As she scanned the expressions of the crowd, the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably. What was with these looks of deep-seated hatred?

"Blegh—ugh—" The young woman retched violently twice. Perhaps it was from a sense of relief or the effects of the alcohol hitting her, she vomited even more severely. The foul matter dripped from her mouth and nostrils, leaving her unable to even open her eyes.

"In other words, if we want to find this person, we must go to the theater troupe," Li San reasoned, mapping out the next step of their route.

Ying Zheng said, "I hope you can still fulfill your duties!" He knew that Gao Jianli understood perfectly well that he had to hunt down the Mohists; otherwise, where would he be able to save face as an emperor?

"Are you going to talk or not?" Lu Ailin grabbed the beggar brothers, refusing to let them leave. There was no way they were getting away until they explained everything clearly today.

A moment later, Lou Qingyi handed over a sheet of paper. In black and white, it was clearly his debt repayment contract.

Lin Ruoxi stir-fried some cauliflower and cucumber salad, then prepared a large pot of potato stewed beef—enough to ensure everyone was well-fed.

Lou Qingyi released his grip cautiously after sensing something amiss. He carefully opened the boy's thin clothing, only to find numerous scars covering his body—some old, some new. Most were merely superficial, but there was one severe wound on his left chest, festering and rotting so badly that it was impossible to tell what had caused it.

Using the technique given to him by the leader of the Black-Clad Men, Ling Tian’s figure turned into a streak of light, emerging from the Heaven-Swallowing Banner.

"Let's go!" Qiu Xiang floated into the air and flew to the front, with the rest of the Qiu family following closely behind.

On their wedding night, Prince Xuan did not return from the pleasure quarters, and upon their first meeting, he threw his newlywed princess into the lotus pond.

If they could slay this two-headed winged snake first, the monsters in the beast tide would lose their leader and naturally collapse without a fight.

***

Protecting Qin Yao during her tribulation was only one part of the task; killing the powerful enemy and ensuring Qin Yao escaped unscathed was the top priority.

Lin Chen was intensely focused. Even after executing hundreds of sword strikes, he remained in a state of peak concentration. Not only did he feel no fatigue, but his spirit grew increasingly invigorated.

Zhan Tian issued a tactical order. Having witnessed Zhan Tian's previous attack, they didn't question him and immediately launched the final assault.

It must be said that the Thunder Spirit’s power was growing stronger. When it unleashed its lightning without restraint, the result was terrifying. Within ten breaths, the corpses of Wang Ba and his two companions were obliterated by the lightning, and their souls were scattered into nothingness.

They knew very well that once the Heavenly Tiger Mountain Great World was completely conquered by the Aoshi Imperial Court, given Chu Tiange's temperament, he would never stop there. He would likely set his sights on several other great worlds.

Two hours later, the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise, and Zhu Jiuyin descended from the sky with Yan Xu, Mo Shang, and Kui She.

Facing the reporters' questions, Chu Yang admired his older sister. He hadn't expected her to foresee even this; it seemed she truly was miraculous.

"Correct? Correct... Young Master Gu, why are you here?" Ye Jingjing looked behind Xia Ziyuan with a look of terror. A chill ran down Xia Ziyuan’s spine, and she immediately sneezed.

As for why the sect leader repeatedly showed no respect to the Yunlan Sect, it was likely that he was just negotiating the price, driving it up.

While passing by a luxury store, Li Murong couldn't help but stop. Her gaze rested on a handbag on the shelf, her eyes filled with longing.

"Why is sister Yuelin so willful? What if something happens!" Zhen Peixiao sighed; the Alliance Leader would be worried to death in a moment.

This caused the hotel owners to suffer a major loss. They had originally believed this venture would be profitable and had invested a significant amount of money into it.

Before, even when he was beaten and chased while trying to earn money, or when he was humiliated, he had never hated his own helplessness this much. He had always felt that as long as he put in a little effort, there would eventually be a result.

However, the eighteen-year-old Ya Fei of the Mittel Clan now looked at these old monsters who had lived for thousands of years. She felt a bit worried. Her specialty was grasping the human heart, but these old fellows before her were already as cunning as foxes.

***

When the Dean heard that someone had offended President Li, he shivered, dropped everything he was doing, and rushed over.

The cost was the power of this world itself. If he were to forge an army of millions, the world's level might drop by several tiers.

Because he had never done anything in this field before, he had no benchmark and did not know which talent selection system would best suit his current situation.

Coincidentally, the palace servants arrived with the imperial meal. Ye Song took the tray, and they all withdrew. Carrying the tray, Ye Song walked step by step toward Su Ruoqing.

She was very familiar with this scene; she was undergoing psychological counseling, and at this moment, she was being hypnotized.

Ever since he heard the bespectacled, blond-haired, blue-eyed European speak to David, he knew his plan had gotten off to a flying start—a spectacular success that was spiraling out of control.

None of them knew how many people were behind that clansman, or why they had done this. The loss of nuclear deterrence had already caused a major shift in the global situation.

After a massive teleportation array appeared out of thin air in the middle of Chang'an and Luoyang respectively, a system dialog box popped up in front of him again.

Thinking of this, he looked at the castle in the distance, which held a significant geographical advantage but had few troops. Then, looking at his own army behind him, he made a mental calculation.

As he inscribed the markings, Chu Feng understood why no one in the Mythical Era had researched such things.

"Dr. Xu, who is that person? In terms of surgical technique, is there a doctor in Pushan City more brilliant than you? Why have we never heard of this?" Although Qin Rushan was standing nearby, Dean Lin couldn't help but ask.