Chapter 35: Legend of Zhen Huan, An Lingrong

"I suppose what you say makes sense," Shen Meizhuang replied with a bitter smile. "It must be that I am overthinking things, unable to stop myself from doubting the Empress."

"The Empress does not appear to be a cruel or heartless woman."

Zhen Huan continued, "You know well enough that Consort Hua is arrogant and domineering. She runs rampant in the inner palace and holds no respect for the Empress, often throwing her weight around and tormenting us concubines of lower rank. Sister Mei..."

This was an instinctive reaction from Alwin, who now felt somewhat embarrassed. When he had asked Punk for personnel, he had not expected Punk to actually provide him with the reconnaissance squadron he had obtained from Baron Rena.

Those who dared to offer such suggestions were often sent to the front lines the very next day, only to die under mysterious circumstances.

Because of his status, his words were naturally met with suspicion, which was why he lacked the backbone to look Murong Xue in the eye, slowly bowing his head instead.

Dongfang Qubai left behind several vials of healing pills and arranged for Ghost-Foot Qi to receive timely medical treatment.

It is said that the rhinoceros horn appeared long before the underworld was established, but since the underworld became the institution managing the realms of the living and the dead, the horn has never been seen again.

"To be honest, I am not doing well right now; I haven't even had a meal," Liu Tian said with a wry smile.

He nodded toward the elderly appraiser, who understood his signal and proceeded to list the prices for each piece of petrified wood in one breath.

Having gained experience the previous night, Liu Tian was now quite familiar with everything here. He poured himself a glass of wine, then poured another, slowly savoring the premium Lafite. He had studied wine etiquette before, so he treated this as a refresher course.

The rivalry between Buddhism and Taoism is a thing of the past. Nowadays, they are all comrades under the unified leadership of the Bureau of Ethnic and Religious Affairs. Could the Buddhist brothers not come to pay a visit after such a significant event as the changing of the abbot at Xiangyun Temple? It was just that when they came to reminisce, the great monks loved to walk and talk, wandering all over the temple with restless eyes.

He held sway over all trade in the southern part of the Herrien territory, and his caravans could even be seen in the Haruns and Bienne territories.

Gu Yue immediately thrust the God-Burial Halberd toward Ai Luosi, but Ai Luosi turned translucent once more. The halberd passed through him without causing any harm, and at that moment, his fist suddenly solidified, landing squarely on Gu Yue’s face.

One type is the gambling-style raw stone; these are the cheapest, costing only 50,000 points each.

Ling Zhoutian did not mention the quantum technology software to the deity AI, fearing that if the artificial intelligence crashed again, he would lose another several dozen minutes.

The duration of the process did not matter, nor did space or distance.

Once settled, Lin Zhenniang began wandering the streets, focusing primarily on the major restaurants. Since she intended to open one herself, she needed to understand the situation of her competitors in Jinan Prefecture.

Everyone was speechless; this fellow truly loved his blade more than life itself, willing to forsake his wife for a sword.

They could transform themselves into any shape or become invisible. Some of them even possessed the ability to make other people or objects transform.

I did not object. There was a lid on the bronze furnace, much like that of a teacup. I reached out, wanting to open it to see what was inside.

With his strength, he had a guaranteed victory against the King of Demon Spirits, yet he spent so much time dealing with the Miracle Monarch just to ensure a killing blow; if the target escaped, the loss would be devastating.

Turning her head, Lin Zhenniang looked around sharply. Just in time, she caught a glimpse of Mrs. Xue’s figure as she ducked into the Zhang Family Bun Shop.

The man from the Guyan Sect cursed under his breath, but then a dark shadow fell from above. Trembling, he looked up to see a massive, twisted face made of swirling yellow sand, grinning down at him.