Chapter 105

In the following days, online forums and social circles were abuzz with a cosmetic product called Orchid Slimming Tea, flooding every corner of the internet.

Zhao Yishan looked down at the cultivator from the Taste Pavilion, took a black token from his hand, and, together with several nightmare agents, entered an auction house a mile away.

At this moment, Xun You appeared aged and decrepit, with deep-set eyes and a frail body, as if he might pass away in a few years.

“Do you understand the principle of thermal expansion and contraction?” Ye Huan lit a cigarette with a fierce flame, took a leisurely puff, and then set fire to the wood on the ground.

He then pulled out another piece of parchment with blueprints and beckoned to thirty disciples at the Golden Core stage.

This kind of pressure didn’t come only from the officials kneeling before them but was a genuine matter of life and death. Those capable of exerting such pressure were terrifyingly strong—so formidable that even Yongli dared not disregard them.

As the ice needles condensed, wisps of white cold mist drifted through the air. With his current Foundation Establishment cultivation, casting the Ice Needle Technique became much smoother and more efficient.

The fierce orcs were startled by the sudden appearance of dwarves. They had no idea what had transpired inside, but the dwarves’ sudden emergence meant that the twenty thousand orcs within had been defeated—only upon their failure could the dwarves break through.

Li Chuyi remained silent, merely sneering coldly at him, tilting his head to gesture towards the chicken rice beside him.

At this moment, Zhao Yishan, the Exiled Celestial Emperor of the Lilu Domain, made a slight gesture, and immediately servants attended to him. In just over ten days, Zhao Yishan had uncovered Wei Si’s identity.

“Ah, I really wouldn’t dare share a bed with Ali anymore!” Chen Feng swallowed nervously as a vivid image formed in his mind—him lying on the bed, Ali straddling his waist, one hand holding a whip, the other a candle.

Above in the sky, only four gods and one at the peak divine stage remained. Though they barely managed to hover midair, each one’s expression darkened in disbelief as they stared at the two colossal beasts below.

“Just a little more effort and this soul flame will come back to life!” Encouraging himself inwardly, he increased the output and frequency of his spiritual energy.

Hearing this, Chen Hao was filled with frustration. He raised his foot, kicked open the villa’s wooden door, and carried a large cardboard box inside.

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Jiang Fan sat on a pile of scrap, swinging one leg as if the jade wasn’t his and the bet lost wasn’t his either, his face calm and carefree.

Though calling it a catastrophe was an exaggeration, many human slaves indeed died, bearing the brunt of the beast clan’s wrath.

After all, over the years, he had only amassed a few tens of millions. But when the time came, if this fellow begged him, he would lend it all without hesitation.

A fist descended. This time, Fu Yulong, who had maintained a calm expression, was finally pushed back by Xiao Yan’s punch, his face revealing a grave expression.

Yu Yibai and Situ Yu were evenly matched; Yu Yibai was at the early Enlightenment stage, while Situ Yu was at the peak of internal energy.

From afar, the Red Flame City Lord watched everything but was powerless. At this moment, he began to feel that Red Flame City was slipping from his control. The tribespeople who once obeyed him now seemed to be turning away.

“Hmph! Still refusing to see me at this stage, relying on his sister’s favor, growing increasingly arrogant,” the Right Wise King frowned, displeased.

To launch such a grand spectacle only to reveal it as a farce—if Ye Kai and Yan Chixia knew, they would surely curse loudly.

The nobles had long planted layers of spies in Tang Shaoyi’s residence, monitoring his every move. Tang Shaoyi was being watched the moment he stepped out.

The garrison at Hohhot was commanded by the imperial-appointed General Ke Meng’e, who controlled eight thousand elite troops from the Mongol Eight Banners. With this backing, Ke Meng’e ruled Suizhou like an emperor, indulging in luxury while military preparedness declined sharply.

Xu Mei was also very curious about this, but having witnessed many wonders of the forest, she was no longer surprised.

Sobbing uncontrollably, she cried about how all their relatives and neighbors knew that Su Meng hadn’t visited her uncle’s house for New Year during her first year of marriage—what was going on?

Previously, the Red Void Ghost Lord had made a clear decision: under the current circumstances, following Zhang Ruocheng was the wisest choice.

Zhang Yi’s heart jolted; he knew Li Gang had already ignited real fire. It wasn’t that he couldn’t operate the cannon—there was no armament he couldn’t handle in this world—but the cannon’s loud discharge was ill-timed.

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“Roar!” The Nine-Infant was enraged by the intense killing intent, howling toward the sky. All nine heads simultaneously aimed at the one-armed Xuanyuan, eyes blazing with fury as it took slow, menacing steps forward.

At the same time, people from the Moon Worship Villa, led by the Moon Worship Master and Silver Moon Young Master, entered the arena.

Tang Yichen’s voice choked with emotion as tears streamed down her face, burning hot and unrelenting.

She did not understand why the old master so calmly accepted her marriage to Luo Chenxi, but his compromise seemed helpless.

I hope this gradual approach will make her ease her dislike toward me, allowing us to return to how things once were.

Early the next morning, the group rose early, ate breakfast, and then began wandering freely in the City of Freedom.

All this was triggered by the word “show-off.” As for Ling Xiao’s regaining composure, thanks were due to his subordinates. Had they not appeared suddenly, Ling Xiao wouldn’t have stopped; he would have taught everyone a lesson before ending things.

Jiang Lie was struggling for breath, trying desperately to break free from iron-like hands. Simultaneously, he offered a sky-high bribe to buy off Li Xiaoyi, but to no avail.

He had just stepped out of the second shop when he saw a middle-aged man smoking, holding a machete wrapped in newspaper, gazing distantly at him.

“Is there any difference?” Bai Baoguo frowned, clearly not having considered this point.

“Bai,” Chen Baihu called softly. Seeing Bai Baoguo look over, he circled two fingers on his temple, signaling that Wang Qingshan was drunk and suggesting they just persuade him to go to bed since his mind wasn’t functioning well.