Chapter 84: Intimidating Director Zhou! The Unfathomable Depths of Li Junsheng

Everyone fell silent. They had all heard about Wang Jiaojiao’s situation, and it was clear that the real drama was only just beginning.

However, once cultivation reached a certain realm, such natural laws would dissipate, with the “True Divine Realm” being the dividing line.

Drinking and reveling, that was all there was to life. What surprised him even more was that the girl from the East, dressed in a cheongsam, boldly cracked a risqué joke. That wasn’t all; even Han Feng was astonished by her understanding of Z Country, and her Mandarin was truly impressive.

Especially after Li Banghua, Minister of Military Affairs who had once accepted his surrender, and Wang Guoliang, Commander-in-Chief of Shanxi, both withdrew their troops one after another. The command of E'erke Chuhuoer’s forces was transferred to Lord Wu of Wuchuan, who would henceforth be stationed permanently at Guihua. This left him feeling even more anxious and uneasy.

Jiang Feng’s arrival drew many eyes. They were stunned at first, then the whole place immediately quieted down.

“Tell the truth. How did you persuade Park Young-ho?” Liu Ruyin could finally hold back no longer and voiced her doubts. Lin Feng had accomplished what she considered nearly impossible, and naturally she was immensely curious about his methods.

At that moment, the fiends of the “Heavenly Demon Sect” had all been exterminated by the prodigies of the Divine Realm.

Thirty years later, Lu Tian had, to everyone’s surprise, fully comprehended the Dao of Space. With his solid foundation, he was now fully capable of understanding the Dao of Time.

He now had two crystal-clear white stones in his hand, dazzling and utterly captivating.

Because, without this vast number of bondservants, who would cultivate and farm the banner lands granted to the Eight Banners in the future?

Xing Mu was accompanying Qin Yu in her room when Xing Jue entered, whispered something in his ear, and Xing Mu frowned, waving Xing Jue away.

What shamed him even more was that even when entangled with Hong Zhenying, he had never experienced such blissful union of body and soul—at this moment, it felt as though he could lower every defense.

But if he was not ensnared by her beauty, why did he agree to go boating? Why did he let her witness such a scene?

In the eyes of the Eightfold Sword Ancestor, a glint of wisdom flashed—so different from a moment ago, when he was bent on killing Liang Hao and seizing the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Cang Qingqing suddenly cried out in alarm, staring at the wound left on Mei Feiran’s hand by the venomous spider, utterly astonished.

On a patch of withered yellow grass, Liu Yi and his companions walked slowly onward. It was their seventh day since leaving the Void Realm, and they were now deep within the Secret Domain of Rice Noodles.

Even Bai Yutang, blessed with a semi-immortal body, struggled to endure. After the long journey, he, like the others, was barely holding on. When he unleashed his sword energy, it drained all his strength, and he could only twist his body midair to narrowly avoid the blade’s gleam.

Yin Mo was momentarily stunned, then understood with a smile curling at his lips, joy filling his heart. This Sword Spring truly inherited the essence of Master Cang Yue’s teachings.

Although Wei Wu was displeased at being startled by me, he said nothing since my reasoning made sense, and obediently went off to find branches for torches. Chang Bai and Li Shuai crawled to the mouth of the cave, peering left and right, muttering to each other about who knows what.

“But do you realize the whole household is talking about it now? As the second young master of the Ju family, an unmarried man, you suddenly bring a child home! What will people think?” Lady Ju frowned.

The second scourge was the old beggar before them, nicknamed Sticky Plaster, real name Tu Ba Lai. He’d kneel before people, pretending to beg. When someone reached out to give alms, he would accuse them of beating him, then extort money. People in this city did their best to avoid him.

Hearing her speak in her defense, Nan Xin grew more confident. Though she could not see, this time she would not give ground.

Both Fatty Lin and Hu Bing had enhanced werewolf genes, giving them an exceptionally keen sense of smell. From the white smoke that billowed forth, they caught a strong stench, like the acrid odor of burned human flesh.

Sometimes, when Nan Xin slept and dreamed at night, she would see Shen Beichuan holding a blood-soaked infant in his hands.

“This is a commercial street formed spontaneously by the survivors. The main currency circulating in the safe zone now is the ration coupons we issue according to population quotas. Here, they can exchange coupons for daily necessities,” Xia Siying explained as she led Fatty Lin and the others into the so-called commercial street.

With Jiang Laoda helping Meng Yue in Ning City, there was nothing they couldn’t handle. With the position of President of the Northwest Entrepreneurs’ Association secured, everything would be stable.

Li Xunchou tightened the blanket around him, shivering uncontrollably. In his mind, the desert should have been scorching hot, but to his surprise, it was freezing cold. The dry, frigid wind whipped against his body like bamboo canes.

“They are uniting, they want to become the Earth Sect, they… are gathering strength…” Su Xuan’s eyelids twitched.

He had originally planned to ask Han Qingying to perform heart surgery on Nan Xin, but after everything that happened, he could no longer face Han Qingying. Returning to Shen Garden, he never spoke a word about what had happened in France.

Si Ba did not decline, accepted it with thanks, and started eating and laughing with Si Qi, Si Jiu, and Si Shi.