Chapter 69: Reaping What One Has Sown

“I’m sorry, Director Shen, I didn’t mean to. It’s all my fault; my hand slipped and I didn’t hold the coffee steady. Let me clean it up for you,” the woman apologized as she dabbed at the stain.

However, whatever was on Shen Wanru’s mind remained a mystery. The coffee was scalding hot, and after just a couple of wipes, Shen Wanru couldn’t help but cry out, “Do you have to scrub so hard? Are you trying to hurt me on purpose?”

The spot where the coffee had spilled stung terribly!

Shen Wanru looked at the reddened patch on her arm, grateful at least that the coffee hadn’t splashed elsewhere.

The three National Preceptors were certainly figures of immense influence—even the Jade Emperor and the Buddha himself would hesitate to offend them lightly.

From his first encounter until now, Duke Wei had come to trust Fang Jin’s judgment implicitly. Knowing time was of the essence, he didn’t question why Fang Jin had requested such an arrangement, but immediately began calling out the names.

For this, a special dietary inspection team for the exiled was formed, with Military Judge Lin Dajiang appointed as the team leader.

The executioner’s blade flashed down, and Sun Wukong’s head was severed cleanly. With a kick from the executioner, it rolled away like a watermelon, tumbling thirty or forty paces across the ground.

The Lord Cultivator’s skills were all painstakingly acquired through his own efforts, unlike Ao Jiong, who advanced to the quasi-saint realm by relying on accumulated merit and vast fortune. Moreover, the Lord Cultivator’s martial techniques honed both body and spirit, and with his unique methods of combat, his reputation for being unrivaled among his peers was no exaggeration.

Jia Min had utterly defeated the twenty thousand steppe cavalry from the four great tribes with just seventeen hundred men.

Almost instantly, Xiao Zhan felt a wave of betrayal; he wasn’t a fool. He could tell from the soldiers’ attitude toward Angelina that she was a free woman.

Once the military doctors arrived in the surgical tent, they were all shocked by the scars and wounds on He Hao’s body.

Judging by the results and the ratio of losses, the Salvation Guild and the Holy Abyss Alliance had achieved an unprecedented victory.

The Dragon Spirit Stone had been the Qin family’s coveted treasure for nearly a century—how could they simply give it away?

The four friends joked and laughed, snapping photos of each other—one after another, their joy was obvious.

Silently, the rocks beneath the three began to transform into an unknown metal, its color shifting eerily and slowly, never remaining the same.

“This Du Kang truly is a person of great potential—not only clever, but remarkably filial as well,” Emperor Zhaode said to Eunuch He at his side.

That figure slowly approached Xiao Yang, a rich fragrance wafting into his nostrils.

Xia Zimo blushed fiercely as her colleagues looked through everything on her phone. Thankfully, the guy hadn’t sent anything too suggestive, or she would have been mortified.

Chen Xi was taken to prison in a police car, escorted by several judicial officers. He sat in the back compartment, unable to see outside or know what route they were taking—only that the journey was long.

This sleazy middle-aged man’s behavior was bizarre, as if everything he did was for Zhou Zheng, trying to lure him into taking this black pill. Who was he, really? What was he plotting? For now, no one knew.

The divine cultivation technique he practiced was a domineering method of the gods, forcibly absorbing external power and making it his own. While it could boost his cultivation quickly, it inevitably made his foundation unstable. If he made a wrong move or suffered an injury, his realm could easily slip.

With the enemies about to charge, Ah Huang suddenly sprang forward with a roar, determined to block them and keep them from reaching his master. He would not allow Chen Chongshan to suffer even the slightest harm.

The Demon Lord’s explanation was sincere; not a hint of deceit could be heard in its words. It seemed to be telling the truth.

The moment I loosened my grip, she lunged and bit my finger, probably hoping to hurt me enough to make me let go so she could escape.

“Chongshan, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?” On the other end of the line, Yuan Yuan heard the odd tremor in Chen Chongshan’s voice and asked with concern.