Chapter 159: Fragrance Warfare

Wang Haoxue was still feeling distressed. On the electronic screen in his hand, a line-drawn man with a cold and profound expression on the cover was also frowning as he gazed into a certain direction.

Sifeng Beiling hurried over, having obtained some healing pills from somewhere. Seeing her finish taking them, she hesitated before sharing a piece of news that caught everyone off guard.

"You haven't been here long. Many of the skills I possess came from encountering a Taoist priest in the wilderness back then." This reply sounded like a practiced routine to Zhu Da.

Xing Tianyi, however, was a man of immediate action. He straightaway asked the person in charge of the experimental zone to grant him use of a laboratory and secure a promotion for Nangong Yan.

With his family business flourishing to such an extent, outsiders naturally wouldn't underestimate its scale, always imagining mountains of gold and seas of silver piled up. Their discussions only served to exaggerate the reality further.

This was what true masters were like, a duel of geniuses. A momentary defeat mattered little; the various combat techniques conceived for the ensuing battles were invariably breathtakingly brilliant.

Everyone understood this principle. Deep within Itachi's profound pupils, a certain emotion stirred as he contemplated the events to come.

Since this was about comprehending the Dao of slaughter, holding this lethal weapon of carnage in hand naturally yielded even better results! Moreover, Li Guangbi was bound to be entangled in this turmoil; wielding this sword would have the exact same effect whether it was in his hands, An Lushan's, or Shi Siming's, and the Ancestor of the Nether River would raise no objections.

Even without knowing what it was, they saw Shangguan Fei send Le Feng flying effortlessly with a single kick, making it clear that the gap in their strength was light years apart.

Yet how could he accept such a defeat when success was within arm's reach, only to fall short at the very final hurdle?

Ten minutes or so later, after Lu Shasha and the others had stepped onto the beach ahead of time, Fang Yichen's group finally arrived.

At some point, Wang Yucheng's complexion had flushed pink, her fair cheeks glowing. However, Fang Yichen did not tease her this time, nor did he attempt to make any further advances.

That night, Kagura Manki and Kagura Chizuru rushed hastily to Thunder God Island to meet with Xie Yeyu.

The Jinyu Grand Theater used every ounce of its strength to finally pacify the source of the commotion. Yet, no sooner had the chaos subsided than an even greater riot broke out.

"Actually, although I don't have much strength, I can still feed myself..." Ye Zemin said with a bitter smile.

"I can't sleep!" Ye Qinghong leaned against Luo Lie's shoulder, guessing that he must be running himself ragged over Hai Mingzhu's affair.

"How... how could this happen?" Xiu Jian failed to notice Sylvia secretly watching him from the doorway of the room.

Ren Jian remembered clearly that Ouyang had called him on the office landline not long ago, saying she had to work late to test a new trading system. So why was she standing outside the entrance of the Haihua Hotel now?

These Green Lotus cultivators had indeed achieved results that amazed even themselves, prompting them to hold a premature celebration disregarding standard procedures, simply because their performance was exceptionally brilliant.

Therefore, he hesitated for a moment. If he had known the miserable fate awaiting the person who harbored the ring, it remained uncertain whether he would still have shared his doubts one by one.

Before the relaxed mood could fully dissipate, the male leopard suddenly leaped, driving its hind legs fiercely into the trunk of the tree where Ziye was perched, and used the momentum to spring toward the female leopard, attempting some fancy acrobatics to catch her attention.

Following that powerful impact, her figure swayed violently, and the branch she gripped with both hands snapped with a crisp crack.

Qi Yunxiao was keeping watch atop the sticky tower. She had taken out two of the enemy's praying priests, but then a stack of mid-level souls piled up, blocking her line of sight.

To them, rather than researching that illusory gate, it was far more practical to study novel applications of magic.

"Ask for leave?" Ai Changhuan knew that obtaining leave for someone of Lu Zhankeng's rank must be extremely difficult, especially with a mountain of affairs awaiting him.

"Haha, well, that's not something the few of us need to worry about. Am I right, everyone?" Vice Premier Ding laughed with a smile.

As for the Empress Dowager, it was debatable whether the Emperor would even pay attention to Shangguan Mei. Even if Shangguan Mei were to bear her own child, the probability of ascending the throne would still be far lower than that of Yu Fuqin's child.

Among the verdant woods, a vine-woven swing hung by a tree, swaying leisurely as the breeze drifted past.

Besides, if the Emperor were "pushed" out by her master, he would inevitably harbor resentment. Creating a rift with him would yield losses far outweighing the gains; compared to the Empress's hatred for her master, these disadvantages were clearly much graver.

At the very rear of the procession, numerous transcendent beings wore looks of utter shock as they witnessed this scene.

"Ye Qinglan? That newly appointed true disciple?" The outer sect disciple blocking Ye Yang felt his eyebrows twitch involuntarily.

Besides, as long as their son had a promising future ahead of him, they could always hire a nanny at worst. If all else failed, she was still capable of moving around and could lend a hand.

Holding the pouch, Yun Chu could feel the primordial blood within it thrashing and violently colliding against the container. She thought to herself that this green dragon must have been extraordinarily ferocious during its lifetime—how on earth had Li Qiuling managed to capture it?

"You're still talking nonsense at a time like this!" Vashj's voice trembled with anger as she grabbed the high elf by the collar and hauled him up.

"Xiang Jing still refuses to tell me where he is?" Over the past few days, she had been contacting him persistently, yet Xiang Jing hardly ever answered her calls, denying her any chance to play tricks or beg for his favor.

Jiang Xi rarely ever spoke with harshness. With this single utterance of "Get lost," she not only made Xiang Jing's expression shift drastically, but she stunned herself as well.

Not only did the Murong family suffer zero damage, but their standing contrasted sharply with the increasingly tarnished reputation of the Qu family.

A sudden sense of despair welled up in Xiao Su's heart. Perhaps Ye Qing had never intended to be with him at all. It had always been his own gradual delusions, his growing inability to part with her, and his deepening habit of her presence.

Moved by a sudden impulse, she opened the window and peered outside, spotting an unfamiliar car parked not far away.