Chapter 75: Taking Charge of the Household

Bebe’s words instantly drew everyone’s attention. The appearance of a deity excited the gathered followers, but they all restrained themselves, careful not to leave a bad impression on their divine guest.

Why should he concern himself with her? Perhaps, instead of returning to Huo Xueyan, she had found a better place to go. Or maybe, she’d already secured her next patron.

She went to see Dr. Lin, though the doctor no longer remembered her, but Aimou still thanked her sincerely before heading to the psychiatric department to find Shen Xishi.

Upon learning that the British and French troops had once again hesitated to engage in battle, Colonel Wharton, the front-line commander, flew into a rage. Yet, there was nothing he could do except call off the stillborn offensive and vent his fury on Colonel Heidenberg, who was in charge of clearing out the Chinese artillery.

Afterwards, a period of weakness would set in, reducing all attributes by ninety percent. The duration of this debilitation depended on the strength of the deceased—lasting months, years, or even decades. For the greatest powerhouses, it was possible to remain weakened for centuries after a single death.

The Kunpeng Ancestor had already fused with the primordial energy left by the Daoist of Grand Clarity, forging a new path blending his own cultivation with the teachings of the Virtuous Sage.

“You members of the Church of Fear nearly exposed the plan.” In the same secluded courtyard as before, a hunched figure addressed the black-robed man.

“If... I mean, if... if I became cold-blooded, ruthless, without limits or scruples, what would you think of it?” Li Mu had intended to ask something else, but the words caught in his throat, and this is what he finally managed to say.

Silver Scale was still curious why this Supreme from the Divine Ruins had come to the Primordial Forbidden Land. After some questioning, there was still no answer. Yet, after some calculation, it didn’t seem to be for anything major.

Yet seven years ago, Old Hu was only fifty-four, looking every bit his age, his back still straight.

Returning to the main hall, a banner hung at the front: “Illusionary Mimicry Prototype and Auto Chess Hero Development Symposium.”

But Ningning believed him, replying earnestly, “I know you’re not a bad person.” With that, her cheeks flushed red, and she placed her delicate hands on Wang Yue’s back.

“Have you heard I’m about to appoint an empress?” Long Shaoyan paid no mind to the sharp hand chop at his neck, keeping his eyes fixed on Helan Yao, a smile on his lips.

“It’s not bad.” The treatment had almost fully healed Raul; though still a bit sore, he could move on his own now.

In fact, Wang was not someone he sought out; just as he was about to escape, Wang suddenly called, saying he could persuade Liu Mingyuan.

As the child willed it, the floating motes of green light and ribbons in the courtyard found their resting places, sinking into the soil. When spring came, they would become seeds, taking root and sprouting.

The popularity of Hundred Forms Tea surpassed all their expectations, and profits from their other family businesses soared as well.

“And in reality?” Helan Yao sighed; her mother’s lack of forethought was truly exasperating.

Accompanied by the impassioned live music of the Zor Orchestra, the event was a feast for both eyes and ears.

Later, time proved it was only self-deception and rumor mongering. Yet some people never saw whether the prophesied apocalypse of that year really happened, for their own end had come much sooner.

The merchants moved deftly—soon, four medicinal herbs were laid out before You Kuang. Confirming their quality, he bundled them together and left the shop in silence.

“Uh…” Only then did County Magistrate Lu realize his guilty conscience had betrayed him, and he found it hard to explain himself.

“I simply couldn’t stand to see such scum. Hardly a hero coming to a damsel’s rescue,” Meng Feng said, waving a hand dismissively.

Shangguan Yuniao glanced back indifferently. Though it was a pity, the idea of the Han family monopolizing the spiritual spring before him filled him with indignation.

Upon reaching Augusta, he didn’t follow Dole upstairs but had someone take him and Xuanyuan Zhan directly to the production workshop.

“A dragnet search?” Yang Chen, with his experience of later times, recognized Yang Zhen’s method. In future days, when searching for dangerous criminals, investigators would go door to door for clues—though with far superior communication and detection technology than they had now, making the search much easier.

After quickly tending to Chi Lei’s wounds, Yu Tianqing and the others quietly helped him out of the hidden cave, leaving You Kuang alone inside.

Yan Qingling, Warrior of the Third Star, served as a palace guard under Commander Hu Yanmeng of the Hall of Fire, and was a true inner disciple.

According to the map in Bai Heyi’s hand, the Thunderfruit Tree seemed to be in the forest ahead. The exact location was hard to pinpoint, so they would have to enter the woods to find it.

The process of refining this thousand-year lingzhi was precious indeed—only the most skilled masters of the Heavenly Pill Sect could attempt it.

The instant the man in white saw the flash of red light, he gave a soft exclamation and, rather than striking, reached out to seize it. In that moment, his terrifying power took the form of an unseen hand, grasping toward the crimson glow.

Now, at last, he had a reason to stop hiding—to lay down his burdens, cast aside his worries, and fight with reckless abandon.

The Dark Camel was actually of the same generation as the Four Heavenly Kings, perhaps even a step above. The Four Heavenly Kings were all mighty beings of the Infant Calamity stage.

Think about it—everyone coming down from above was bruised and battered, some unable to even crawl. What else could they do but behave?

One could say that now her body was both a zombie’s Nascent Soul manifestation and, conversely, that the Nascent Soul manifestation was her zombie form.

“Manman?” Inside the carriage, Wu Hua, curious about the commotion outside, couldn’t sit still any longer and squeezed out.

That night, it happened to be Long San—Emperor Kangxi—who stayed in the room of Ding Yumeng, who had lost her memory.

Afterwards, the two shared wine and conversation, enjoying themselves until a stick of incense burned down. Then Chu Xun rose to take his leave.

Fortunately, it was not a full moon that night—the sky was dim, and even Chen Jian’s ashen robe went unnoticed.

Ouyang Che frowned in regret, but before he could finish his thought, Muqin interrupted him.

Now, the issue was that although his inner strength had improved greatly, his Drifting Step was still at the second layer. By rights, it should have reached the third.

A seven-person, three-star challenge? The difficulty truly increased with each attempt. Li Zhishi shrugged helplessly, but his mood brightened a little upon seeing the fat man sitting across from him.