Chapter 52: Meeting the Corrupt Official

A dazzling display of scent appraisal left the palace maids in awe of Bai Huan, their admiration boundless. Even Yu Tang’s expression now bore a measure of respect, her gaze toward Bai Huan tinged with curiosity and scrutiny. Bai Huan paid no heed to their reactions; each person’s fate was their own. Her actions served a dual purpose: firstly, to force Zhen Xi to reveal her abilities and test her limits; secondly, she truly sympathized with young women eager to acquire a skill and wished to impart to them her genuine knowledge as best as she could.

Bai Huan sat cross-legged. Qing Liuli blinked her large eyes, then suddenly drew Gu Tie’s pistol and began fumbling with her belt. Li and Ji, under the pretense of gathering support for the troops, led a group of local gentry out of the city, and upon reaching their destination, immediately sought out the two Lis for secret discussions.

“Very well. Based on this intelligence, devise a strategy to rescue the princess,” Gu Tie commanded.

There was a time when the boundary between the human world and the dimension of ancient godlike demons grew perilously thin in recurring cycles, allowing such monsters to slip through the rift into the human realm.

Though Zhao Yun and Zhuge Liang found the command inhumane, they could not refuse their lord’s order; gritting their teeth, they each cut a piece of flesh from Liu Bei.

Lu Bu, after careful deliberation, concluded that in the waning years of the Eastern Han, the best place to establish a capital was Luoyang.

Gu Tie was brought into subspace by the Adjudicator, the crystalline monster accompanying him and revealing its true form.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd, prompting the soldiers still clearing the aftermath within the city to respond with loud shouts of their own; the mountains and valleys echoed with the resounding voices, reverberating endlessly.

The shareholders of Warner were unwilling to let Murdoch gain a foothold. On one hand, they sued him, arguing that, as an Australian citizen, US law barred him from controlling American television stations. In response, Murdoch decisively changed his citizenship to American.

Zhang Shaojie did not look down on them; in truth, this was simply the common nature of ordinary investors. Even many billionaires, or seasoned stockbrokers, sometimes succumbed to the market’s mood, unable to resist temptation even when they knew better.

This was not the first time she had experienced such hallucinations. After countless disappointments, she had come to accept the truth: her beloved Shuichi would never return.

But this would only be for a short while; once she found a job and the money she had conjured in her dreams had a legitimate explanation, there would be no need for such secrecy.

“Then I saved your life too. Why haven’t you repaid me?” Ling Xi retorted, hands on her hips, chin raised defiantly.

Moments later, more than a dozen disciples from Kunlun and the god Mo Yuan could only watch helplessly as Siyin took up the newly forged spiritual weapon.

Clouds suddenly scattered across the sky; distant mountains flashed and vanished in an instant. An unknown demonic bird soared with a shrill cry.

Secondly, Zhang Xianzhong had been captured and was now being escorted to the capital by Governor Hu Hengtai. Over ten thousand of his subordinates had been annihilated; of his four adopted sons, one was dead and another captured—fulfilling their expectations.

After a day of running from one emergency to the next, Higashino Shuichi returned to his lodgings, not at all weary, even a little exhilarated. On his fingertip fluttered a hell butterfly, bearing news from Byakuya Kuchiki.

Lin Lan opened her eyes. Before her mind could clear, pain was the first sensation to reach her brain.

With a single thought, he could even sense the traces of vital energy and the trajectory of attacks from the distant battle between cultivators.

She had never heard of Axi being close to any man, but in recent months, she’d occasionally heard news of Axi spending time with the second son of the Fangfeng clan, seemingly growing quite close.

Yu Huan asked no more, while Christine Dane had already gone to speak with the band; in a moment, she would take the stage to sing this song.