Chapter 162: The Art of Employing People—The Second Son Has Truly Mastered Li Junsheng’s Methods

After waiting for quite a while, Tang Liang finally arrived, carrying a large bundle of fresh pomelo leaves. He ran all the way over and, upon reaching Li Junsheng, was panting heavily.

Meng Zhaojun spoke with a hint of pride. At this moment, he had already discovered the person who had been randomly playing the piano in class earlier. It was as if he had sensed her presence; his hands trembled as they pressed on the keys, and his gaze kept drifting toward their direction. Even the teacher was looking over at them.

There was some surprise because, according to Gu Hao’s speculation, after having slain Qin the Steward and many of the ship guards at the tavern, he believed a much stronger force would soon appear. After all, this was the Realm Ship, and tracking him down shouldn’t be difficult.

Pan Zhongdan and the other young men didn’t quite understand, but as others stepped back, they followed suit.

The room finally quieted down. Li Shi, who had at last settled onto the bench, chatted idly with Su Yunluo.

Behind the Telags’ face masks, their expressions were resolute, as if ready to meet death. They were the first to charge toward the giant dragon.

Innate spiritual treasures were born from the great Dao; their very existence represented certain cosmic laws. What kind of restriction could possibly be inside?

From the room where Dong Xiang stayed came the loud cries of the little girl, seemingly frightened awake. Da Suan wore a stern expression as he rushed out, wanting to see who was causing such early morning unrest.

The lifespan of those at the Heavenly Realm and Earthly Immortal Realm was sufficiently long, but the lifespan of the King Plate was even longer. Thus, the King Plate had ample time to await the emergence of enough Earthly Immortal Realm beings in the Pan Dynasty.

“I’ve come to understand now—after all, we’re family. We can’t let a little money ruin our harmony. Here, carry on!” Jin warmly smiled, kindly handing over the pot of water.

Unlike Tiluti, Helibel commanded great authority among the Arrancar. Compared to Barragan, the former king of Hueco Mundo, Helibel was even more respected by the Arrancar.

The mature woman nodded, then turned her head away, no longer looking at Arthur. She closed her eyes; out of sight, out of mind.

Now Liu Han began to understand Wei Zhen. With so many noble clans and royal families involved, even he wouldn’t dare to speak openly.

It could neither be used as cultivation material nor stored. It lacked any trace of spiritual energy fluctuations and was less valuable than a simple spirit stone.

Upon hearing the noise, everyone looked over to see two men in red boldly striding into the spirit hall, behaving as if they owned the place.

Long ago, the Great Brahma, feeling deeply burdened by sin, cast the “Ten Thousand Forms of Red Dust,” incarnating billions of beings throughout the Western Buddhist heaven. They were reborn across the universe, experiencing countless mortal lives, accumulating merit, refining their hearts, and seeking their true selves.

Qin Tian studied carefully, noting every direction—places that required caution, safe passages, dangerous routes. For each point, whether to hold firm or yield, he committed it all to memory.

“Fine, then you go hide on the bed. I’m going to take a shower!” With his scheme uncovered, Qin Tian had nothing more to say.

In other words, although the Ming fleet might sail close to land, the Qing forces lacked effective means to attack it. As long as they stayed beyond the shore cannon’s range, they were essentially safe.

Behind the insect army, a massive insect hive floated silently. At its center stood a grand throne, upon which sat a humanoid figure slightly taller than ordinary.

Dark clouds still veiled the moon, but starlight shimmered down, twinkling over the rippling waves. The air carried a fresh, damp scent. Xiao Yu leaned back comfortably in his chair, leisurely sipping tea and gazing up at the sky.

“All purchased and packed to be sent to this address.” Mo Chen handed a note to the sales clerk, then took An Ruchu by the hand and left.