Volume 1, Chapter 59: Martial Accomplishment and Martial Virtue

As soon as Zhang Ning stepped out of Zhaoren Hall, he took off the jade pendant and secretly wiped a cold sweat. Though their conversation had seemed ordinary, it was actually fraught with danger. Human hearts were the most inscrutable, and the mind of an emperor was as deep as the sea; was it an easy task to win an emperor's trust?

The letter had been written by the Emperor of Qi, showering high praise on Eunuch Mu’s achievements before tactfully stating that, while deeply grateful for the Third Prince’s kind intentions, Eunuch Mu would unfortunately be unable to escort Qi Xuanyu to the Great Zhou. For this, the Emperor of Qi expressed his profound apologies.

Guan Liang rose to his feet, keeping his head lowered in readiness to receive his master's teachings. Shi Tong then turned around to face the empty wall behind him. Extending a hand and flicking his sleeve, he instantly transformed the entire vacant hall into something entirely different. Even though it remained empty, it was now unmistakably a solemn and sacred divine sanctuary.

Tang San and Bi Yuxue, positioned just beyond the back mountain, finally opened their tightly shut eyes, a flash of excitement crossing both their faces.

"This disciple understands. Starting tomorrow, I shall enter the Chongming Pagoda to reflect upon my mistakes, and I ask the Sect Master to keep this a secret for me," Qin Yang said.

Gao Changle suddenly recalled the origin of the name, yet... Li Shao was looking at her with a peculiar expression.

Luo Tian did not jump to hasty conclusions. His knowledge of the Divine Realm was quite limited; although this had stirred up some unnecessary trouble, it was not the most pressing issue at hand. By far the most important task was still to locate Qu Nianyi.

At that very moment, the void distorted, revealing a pair of eyes. Merely a pair of eyes was enough to cause a massive collapse of the surrounding void. Should the owner of those eyes truly appear, the very fabric of space would likely be completely destroyed.

The Holy Heavenly Hall was terrifyingly quiet; the drop of a fine needle would have been audible. Trickles of cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of the various ministers, their breathing hurried and shallow.

Right at that moment, a figure soared upward from the depths of the lake, bursting forth in a dazzling flash of light before anyone could make out their features.

Though their consciousness remained clear, a sudden wave of chilling numbness momentarily robbed them of the strength to move. It was this fleeting window of time that left the three of them utterly helpless, falling directly into the arms of Qiu Wu and the others.

However, Feng Muge’s movements did not alter in the slightest, leaving Liu Hu with no time to dodge her attack.

Even though Han Qu desperately wanted to stay with Shen Congrong, since Shen Congrong had already spoken, he had no choice but to follow Feng Muge toward the other side.

"How are we supposed to get in? It looks like some form of authentication is required." Edinburgh looked at the gate; it had no keyhole, but seemed to feature a sensor.

As the flames dispersed, the damage Feier dealt to Situ Fengya remained a magnificent, glowing zero.

"Bramble Spear!" The briars on Tchaikovsky’s hand grew rapidly. This time, he had no intention of entangling Jiang Tianyin’s weapon; instead, he launched a direct attack with the thorns.

One energy sphere after another soared into the air and suddenly burst, scattering star-like blossoms of gold, silver, red, green, and blue in all directions.

Upon returning to the hotel, Situ Fengya was still digesting the contents of their conversation when Xi and Huang hurried over in a panic.

Qian Xuan looked up to see a man in his forties with a full beard, whose attire suggested he was the owner of this stone workshop.

Throughout the entire morning, Wen Ruixiu finally witnessed the true face of an adult problem child in a sober state.

We hurried together to the police station. The suspect was naturally under heavy guard and inaccessible to us, leaving us with no choice but to wait outside for news.

Guan Zhiwei did not dwell on the matter any longer. Since things had reached this point, overthinking was useless. She had indeed considered moving, but she truly had no desire to pack up again. Having moved several times recently, she was simply exhausted by it all.

If this were in the past, how could he possibly have sent a second-stage Mingjing expert flying and inflicting severe injuries upon him? Even if someone ended up severely injured, it would have been himself, not an inner-strength master.

The current Charlotte was essentially Huang Dahao. As for the real Charlotte? The night after next, he still needed to contact Long Qianyu and embed himself by her side.

He thought back to when he had first arrived at the Tie family, how she had fought with Wang Jiannan on his behalf. The weather back then had been bitterly cold, yet he had felt a steady, incomparable warmth he had never known before.

Hearing the soft weeping behind her, Andy cast a sidelong glance at Qidian. This fellow certainly knew how to tug at heartstrings with his words; it seemed he had already resolved the issue. Just as Andy had anticipated when she handed the problem over, she knew that once Qidian took charge, he would inevitably fix it.

He pressed his lips together, a flicker of hesitation crossing his light-cold-brown eyes, yet ultimately he offered no rebuttal, tacitly conceding to Xie Xiaoyue's words.

Still, a foot-massage god remained a foot-massage god. Even through a pair of socks, he was still the supreme grandmaster of foot massage in this world.

"I want to eat oysters, boss, bring me another dozen." Binbin channeled her misery into appetite, vowing to eat the brainless man out of house and home.

She stood up, wrung the water hard from her clothes, and edged closer to the campfire. After roasting for a little while longer like this, they ought to dry out.

The goal was to trace the person manipulating things from behind the scenes through President Ren; only through a genuine reconciliation could the problem truly be resolved. Zhou Qi, his second uncle, and Ye Yi had all reached a unified consensus on this point.

The production crew showed a shred of conscience, not daring to push things too far for fear that a few of them might actually drop dead.

It had to be admitted that Zhou Zumeng’s photography skills were genuinely impressive, capturing some seven or eight excellent candid shots.

What should have been a kind gesture, under his greasy performance, carried a distinct aura of hypocritical affectation.

As for Liu Zhang, he had previously sealed off all borders and severed communications, refusing to give Liu Pang any opportunity to dispatch envoys to parley with him. Yet if Liu Zhang were to shun sending representatives to witness the ceremony this time around, he could forget about ever waving the banner of the Han imperial clan again, as he would be condemned by the entire realm as disloyal and unfilial.