Chapter 101: Zhu Tingting’s Plan Falls Apart

"I'm not selling. I've already said I'm not selling. Someone has bought it. No matter how much you offer, I won't sell."

Old Xia was stubborn as well. Turning his back to the two, he hugged the dressing box and embroidered stool tightly, protecting them fiercely.

"Truly reckless!" Zhu Tingting sneered coldly. "Old man, did a very young and beautiful lady buy these two items from you? Do you really think you can protect them?"

"No, don't talk nonsense. Someone bought them..."

Generally speaking, a master at the Great Achievement stage can exert about ninety percent of their martial power, while one at the Perfection stage can reach one hundred and twenty percent. Someone like Jiang Tian, who has reached an unparalleled level, can approach one hundred and thirty percent, so his speed suddenly increased by nearly fifty percent.

"What kind of person is strong enough to injure you like this?" Ren Xiaoyao began to hesitate, his brows tightly furrowed.

Jiang Tian showed no mercy to these people. He bent his bow and shot quickly, releasing over ten sharp arrows in one breath, piercing each of them in the backside.

Li Mei’s gaze flickered over Chen Fan’s face, as if catching on to something, but she did not interrupt his words.

Su Pan was somewhat stunned; under such circumstances, he truly could not think of any way Jiang Tian could turn the tide.

On a cliff at the Edge of Death, Tang Xin revealed the ancient secret of the primordial race told to him by Qingtian’er to his master, Liu Tuo.

Chen Fan fell silent involuntarily. Indeed, although he had never personally forged any divine weapon, he had fully memorized the knowledge of the Six Yang forging technique. However, to create such a miraculous paired blade as Divine Moon and Radiant Sun was practically impossible.

By his side were Tao Hua, who called him master, and her four sisters, all of the Bo people who had fallen on hard times around the Lingnan Wushan area.

Xu Zhuan, along with Feng Wanshan, Ma Yuntian, Zhou Gongyi, Cao Zhenhai, Li Rugui, and Zhang Chaofan, arrived at the central training ground. The eight steeds and their riders glared fiercely, none with a good expression, as if eager to devour the ten elite warriors.

Inside the gauze-like cocoon, the light from outside the canopy filtered in, creating a special atmosphere. Loisa’s figure appeared pale and alluring.

But Shen Ruohua was the third madam and the mistress over her; even if she were beaten, scolded, or sold off, no one would say a word. Moreover, since it only meant losing her flower’s use, no one would complain. She could only endure her anger and think of another way.

"Do you really like the scenery here?" Su Nan said, hands in his pockets, a blade of foxtail grass in his mouth, eyes squinting as he enjoyed the warm breeze.

On the carriage ride back, Shen Ruohua glanced at the three thousand taels of silver bills in her hand, smiled coldly, and handed them to Qingmei to store. She didn’t care much about the money; since the Marquis of Guangping had invited her, it wouldn’t be proper to refuse payment and only give them the prescription.

There were always some unspoken rules within the court, such as not overstepping authority. After all, the current discussion was no longer about whether to replace the mining tax with the Single Whip Law, but how to do so.

The confession was thick, yet Zhu Changluo read it with great care, not missing a single word or sentence. After a long time, he put down the confession with a heavy expression, looking at Zhong Zhenji.

After putting away the telescope and crushing out his cigarette, Ma Jun waved his hand, and everyone ran forward before rushing into the manor shortly thereafter.

It seemed the illness of the Princess of Dongping was no ordinary matter. Then why did the Prince of Dongping and Zhou Qiyou conceal this fact? Was it merely to ensure the marriage? Why were they so eager to advance the wedding date and hide the princess’s illness? There must be some underlying reason.

The entire Golden Wood Island was bathed in golden hues, like a shard of gold floating in the sea. The island was dotted with a peculiar ancient tree species, short in height—generally under ten meters—but exceptionally stout and sturdy.

The high attribute value was clearly displayed on the screen, shocking all the players. It turned out the magic weapon was so powerful.