50 Prison Visit

At this moment, the armored vehicles temporarily serving as cover could not withstand many rounds of artillery fire. Once reduced to debris by the tanks, their barrier would be completely lost.

"Aunt, please help me take another careful look tomorrow. I'd like to embroider something for Fourth Sister," Shen Yue said. Having little money on hand, she could not afford any fine gifts; her embroidery was the only thing of any value she could offer, and it represented her sincere affection.

If her parents were to see Juelin right now, they would undoubtedly recognize him, and there was no telling what complications might ensue. Moreover, wouldn't that disrupt her entire plan?

The Supreme Laojun pointed at the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King and said, "Fine, fine, fine. Look at the fine mess you've made." With that, he slammed the door and stormed off. Collecting his thoughts for a moment, he summoned a cloud and headed toward the Xiniu Hezhou. Twenty years ago, he had already planted three chess pieces in the Chechi Kingdom of Xiniu Hezhou, and now it was time for them to serve their purpose.

The higher one's realm in fire cultivation, the easier it became to perceive the oppressive might emanating from such flames and the sword of fire. Because Huo Yun'er had been preoccupied during her previous battle with Qin Ling, she had failed to notice the changes within her body. Now, with her mind at ease, she could finally sense it: a terrifying primordial beast seemed to reside within Qin Ling, ready to devour and strike at any moment.

The Tathagata Buddha glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Futile Dragon resting upon the giant bell nearby. He knew for certain that the Futile Dragon would wordlessly and faithfully relay every syllable of his words straight to the Jade Emperor's ears.

Zhu Ganglie hoisted his nine-toothed rake and swaggered toward the south. After walking for about two hours, he spotted a towering mountain in the distance, its five peaks bearing an uncanny resemblance to an upright human palm.

Recalling the assignment Liu Dongquan had given him, Chen Ao felt a throbbing headache coming on. Putting aside the sheer risks involved and whether he might be silenced after completing the task, the simple question of whether he could safely assume his new post in the first place was already a major problem.

In truth, a glance at the surrounding environment made it abundantly clear that those Black-Iron-tier adventurers were entirely unsuited for this place.

Tracing every single spell back to its primordial source, he reduced the existing incantations down to their purest magical essence before completely recompiling them, ultimately giving birth to hundreds of entirely brand-new spells.

"Furthermore, I want to merge the Dao of medicine with culinary arts, creating a few nourishing and health-promoting medicinal dishes. Later on, once the restaurant opens, I'd love to trouble your esteemed father and grandfather to come and sample them," Xu Yang elaborated, sharing his vision.

...Although she had sworn an oath to copy it out word for word, seeing that Yun Xiu had so magnanimously left the materials lying right here, Madam Zheng was momentarily taken aback.

"Are you truly... truly certain you know who he is?" Fearing some sort of trick, she asked once more to set her mind at ease.

Dressed in the formal court attire of a First-Rank Imperial Consort, Consort Xian walked with majestic composure and steady steps toward the elevated platform. The morning sun illuminated the sky behind her, seeming to foretell her rise to even greater glory from this day forward.

Even when confronting An Lushan, there had not been such a terrifying clash of divine powers. At the very center of the explosive convergence—the eye of the shockwave—the surging pressure of the air was so intense that approaching it was nearly impossible.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a third SUV rapidly closed the distance from behind, clearly intending to press against the opposite flank of the limousine and trap it directly in the middle.

Judging by the cars those people drove—setting aside BMWs, just take Maseratis for instance—there were barely a handful of them in the entire capital.

Madam Zheng arrived last. Upon entering the courtyard, she proceeded straight to the central hall and seated herself. Once settled, she accepted a cup of tea poured by the maidservants, lowered her head to take a sip, and only then raised her gaze to look at those assembled below.

Sheng Huai took a few light steps forward, crouched down beside a footprint left behind by Long Qing, and tested the depth of the indentation with his fingertips.

Aside from a small minority who engaged the warriors of the Turban tribe in direct, head-on combat, the vast majority had met the enemy's steel blades with their bare backs. How could anyone possibly hope to withstand that?

It would certainly be neither safe nor peaceful. Yue Qianhuan had a strong premonition that the coming night would tear away the tranquil daytime facade of the world's labyrinth.

From initially encountering only a single wild beast at the outermost perimeter, to now—by nightfall, she had already heard the sounds of three distinct beasts rushing past her vicinity. Yue Qianhuan carefully tallied these occurrences, meticulously gathering intelligence.

Gu Yu asked tentatively, though the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. This was none of his business to ask; from this day forward, everything concerning Jin Feng should have nothing to do with him.

Moreover, the First Elder had never been particularly fond of him assuming the position of head of the household. Even if they managed to find him, there was no guarantee the First Elder would lend a helping hand.

Wang Chen was left slightly speechless, thinking that this fellow must have been driven out of his mind by Su Qing; otherwise, it was impossible he could utter such moronic nonsense.

In the span of a single month, Ying Xuan knew all too well what a massive storm the name "Drunken Immortal Pavilion" had stirred up within Bianjing City.

Yet he knew that from the very moment he decided to scheme against Ji Hongye, his *huo* beast could no longer be saved.

As he spoke, a quiet, inward smirk formed on Ying Xuan's lips. Japan's most famous gold and silver mines—the Kai Gold Mine and the Iwami Silver Mine—had already been depleted centuries ago, but in the present era, they ought still to be completely untouched.

Wang Si reported in meticulous detail, terrified that Han Zhengzheng might act recklessly or overlook something due to a shortage of ammunition at the West City Gate, which was why he repeatedly emphasized his instructions.

Jin Feng shoved Gu Yu onto the cold, hard surface of the table. Gu Yu gripped the edge of the table with both hands, his lips pressed tightly shut.